Summary: Samantha is moving in, Janet wants to get married, and they both want a child, but there is a certain someone who doesn't know any of this yet and Carter is distraught at the abrupt revelation.
Janet turned to Sam and threw her arms around her, smiling brilliantly. It wasn’t much, the guest room, but (after a week of redecorating and elbow grease) it was comfortable, liveable.
“You won’t be sleeping in it, though.”
Samantha laughed and picked Janet from the floor, lifting her into her arms in a swooping motion, Janet clinging to her and half screaming, half laughing, for her to stop.
She threw her over onto the bed, the movement robbing Janet of one of her shoes and her carefully done hair.
“You’re going to hurt yourself, Colonel, if you don’t stop acting like such a kid.”
Sam feigned offense as she crawled along the bed to straddle Janet, pinning her beneath her undeniably stronger yet gentle body.
“Ooh, I’m a kid now, am I?” She buried her face in Janet’s neck, her short hair tickling the sensitive skin and making Janet curl up in an attempt to stop her. “I wasn’t a kid last night,” Sam growled, reaching up to hold onto Janet’s wrists and nuzzling her until she screamed.
“Stop,” she yelled,” Stop it! Sam!” but it was too late; she was stuck beneath Sam’s strong self and was slowly being tickled to death.
“Gah! Cassie! Cass!”
Janet writhed under Sam and tried–between her bursts of laughter–to call in reinforcements.
“Cass! Oh, come on, I know you can hear me–Sam, stop it!”
By then, Sam was progressing to Janet’s extremely sensitive stomach.
Sam unbuttoned the blouse and licked Janet’s stomach to a thundering response.
“AH! NO! HA, HA, NO! STOP...AH HA!”
“Sam, what are you doing to my mom?”
“Cass!” Janet reached for her, pleading, “Get her underarm!” She pushed against Sam, who had won the war between herself and the buttons and was torturing Janet’s stomach unmercifully.
“Cassie,” Sam turned to look at her with a wicked grin, “if you help me, I’ll give you ten bucks.”
Cass smirked and raced over to help Sam hold onto Janet’s arms. Sam had free reign over Janet’s quivering stomach.
“You are trapped! Any last words before we commence with the torture, or are you ready to talk?”
Sam put her hands to her hips and gave Cassie a grin. Janet bucked playfully.
“Cassie, I’m gonna kill you when I--”
“If you won’t talk, spy, then we...will...attack!!!”
Sam thrust her hands under the remainder of Janet’s shirt and wriggled her fingers until Janet’s cheeks were wet with tears.
“Stop, please! STOP!!!”
Cassie, however, wasn’t paying attention to her. In fact, she wasn’t even looking at Janet. She was looking all around the very different room, at the new pillow on the bed, the dresser that had been added, and the couple of trunks that belonged to Sam, one of which she had even seen before to recognize it.
“Hmm?” She looked up from her position as torturer with a grin.
“What’s going on with the room? Are you moving in or something?”
Sam pulled back from Janet and slowly re-buttoned her shirt.
“Janet, you didn’t tell her.” There was anger, confusion, and sadness in her voice; deep, heartened sadness. Janet scrambled to sit up.
“You didn’t TELL HER?!?!?”
Cassie laughed, not realizing what was happening or why Sam had tears in her eyes or even noticing those tears in the first place.
“It’s great, Sam. It’ll be fun with you here. And mom forgets things all the time. It’s okay.”
Cassandra didn’t see how Sam’s eyes flitted downward as she left, heading for the ringing phone that was probably for her anyway.
“Sam, I just didn’t know how to tell her.”
Sam had her head down. She wasn’t looking at Janet and her forehead cast her face darkly.
“It’s not that I didn’t want to tell her,” Janet tried to explain, “it was just...”
When she looked up, there were tears dripping onto the sheet-less bed.
“Sam, please, honey...”
“No, no, I understand. You need more time.” She brushed the tears from her face and ran the back of her hand under her nose. “I’m just gonna go...do a few things...” She fumbled off of the bed and stopped for just a moment at the door frame.
“I’ll be back.”
“Please. Don’t do this.”
She was gone.
Janet smoother her hands over the cool fabric of the bed and tucked in an edge here, ruffled one there. She smiled meekly. The room was warm and scented with a mix of jasmine and rosewood that created a gentle haze of damp heat when she closed her eyes.
She hadn’t had much (a few scented candles, perfume) and she had intended to keep the sheets for a special occasion, but she thought it was more important to ensure the possibility of those occasions than saving some sheets.
The rumble of Sam’s motorcycle became steadily louder until it was suddenly cut off in the driveway. Sam must have really been upset; she’d been gone for nearly an hour. But then again, Janet had needed the time to get the room prepped and dig out what she was wearing. She just hoped it would all be worth it.
If Sam knew her as well as Janet thought she did, Sam wouldn’t expect her to be there–she’d think Janet was in her own room, waiting for Sam to come to her. Janet sat on the bed, one leg over the other, and waited.
The door clicked downstairs and she heard Sam take her probably muddy boots off and drop them by the door with a thud before climbing up the stairs slowly. With each step, Sam went a little slower. She’d noticed the petals on the floor at the foot of the stairs, creating a little trail to the guest room.
“Janet?” She pushed open the door of the guest room and it creaked slowly, revealing Samantha’s new room in a whole different light. The space looked red, bathed in candle light that poured over the bed sheets. And the sheets were being pulled downward by a beautiful woman at the center of the bed, clad in a blue pushup that Sam had never seen before, lacy boy shorts that revealed more than it covered, and a smile on her face that was trying to cover up the fear in her eyes.
“What...what is all this?”
Sam scratched her head, feeling rather out of place in her leather jacket and jeans.
Janet, propped up on her elbows, forced her smile, despite the nervous little tears in her eyes.
“I wanted to make sure that you know you are wanted...” She gripped the sheets and smiled uncomfortably.
She did all this for me.
Sam couldn’t believe it.
Janet–in the eight months or so they had been together–had never done anything so...romantic.
“Oh, Janet, I’m sorry.”
The tears spilled over and Janet sucked on her bottom lip nervously.
“You didn’t have to do this!”
She knelt next to the bed and grabbed at Janet’s hand, stroking the knuckles with her finger tips.
“You can tell Cassie when you’re ready. I was just upset!” The cool air had certainly done much to clear her head and she sighed, exasperated. “I’m just...I’m sorry...”
Janet shuddered, stifling a sob.
“What, Janet, please talk to me.”
She swallowed and tried to speak.
Sam leapt into the bed and wrapped her arms around Janet, enveloping her and stroking her hair, hushing her.
“You told her already.”
Janet nodded repeatedly.
Janet bit down on her violent sobs until she was simply whimpering softly. While she cried, Sam got a good look at Janet’s preparations and felt even worse for making Janet feel bad.
She rocked like that for several minutes, Janet crying inaudibly while Sam muttered apologetically. Janet shut her eyes and pressed her fingers to her lips, her arms tucked around herself protectively. Tears had pooled at her chest, dampening the light fabric so that the color was darkened in the space next to her shaking chest.
With a gentle hand, Sam wiped at the thick film, smearing dirt on her clear skin. Janet’s eyes fluttered open just as Carter leaned forward to kiss her.
Swallowing her tears, Janet pulled Sam into her and Carter fell on top of her shivering body. The sheets were slick and sprinkled with tears; Sam pulled them up and they floated over her and Janet like a soft cocoon.
Sam kissed Janet’s neck, chest, arms, fingers, and trembling throat as she gingerly removed her garments and dropped them on the floor. Janet put her arms to the side and allowed Sam full view. She stroked her stomach nervously.
Sam, lowering her head, kissed Janet’s stomach softly and breathed in Janet’s scent with closed eyes. Janet gripped Sam’s hair and anxiously shut her eyes.
Sam’s fingers, awkwardly but tenderly, found their way between Janet’s thighs. She spread her folds slowly, her tongue following into her as she pushed with the other hand, warming the pinkish clit.
“Janet?” She reached up with one hand and squeezed Janet’s palm, waiting for her to look down at her, mouth still poised, breathe floating like a steamy mist onto Janet’s skin. The doctor’s gaze was fixed on the head board behind her.
Sam felt a barely tangible squeeze in response to hers.
“I love you.”
Janet looked down at Sam and smiled.
“I love you, too.”
Sam pressed her mouth to Janet, her eyes still firmly locked on Janet’s blinking expression, tasting the hot and wet flesh against her tongue.
Janet lifted her hips with slow, methodic pulsing of Samantha’s gentle tongue, gripping her hands desperately. Tentatively, fearfully, she separated one hand from Sam’s and ruffled her hair, gentle pressing Sam against her. Samantha responded by nuzzling into her warmth, curling her tongue to a loud sigh from Janet.
Janet arched, the tingling becoming more than she could handle, and pulled Sam’s hair with unintentional roughness.
“Sam,” she breathed,” Sam...”
Carter pushed into her softly and Janet shook, her hips rising again, Sam barely holding on to her.
When the gentle tremors ceased, Samantha scrambled up to rest her head on Janet’s chest.
“We’re going to get married.”
Janet nodded breathlessly.
“And have a baby.”
Janet smirked, eyes closed.
“I love you.”
Sam pulled herself up to put her head under Janet’s neck, her chin against her glistening chest. Janet breathed shakily and Sam laid her slender hand over the center of her lover’s chest.
“I love you, too,” Janet murmured, nuzzling Sam’s hair, and kissed the top of her head. Sam pulled her arms into Janet’s chest and tugged at the damp sheets until the red fabric draped them both delicately. She felt Janet fall asleep.
Cassie was easing the door open and Samantha panicked, not knowing wether or not she should get up. But Cassie had already noticed them and she smirked. Samantha shut her eyes when Cass circled the bed, leaning over Janet.
“I love you, Mommy.”
She kissed her head and pushed down on the bed so she could see Sam.
“I love you, Sam.”
Sam controlled the tears swelling up in her when Cassie kissed her forehead. Cass blew out the candles and stepped out, closing the door carefully.
In the warm darkness, Sam held to Janet and let herself drift.
“I love you, too, Cassie.”
Sam and Janet, together, fell gently to sleep.
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