Summary: Sam and Janet get distracted while they're getting ready for a fancy dress party
Info: Written for a Sam and Janet ficathon on LiveJournal
Evenin' pardner,' Janet said as she did her best swagger out of the bathroom and tipped her cowboy hat to a jauntier angle.
'Wait, I thought I was going to be the cowboy?' Sam said, sounding alarmed. She was stood on the far side of the bed and only half changed into a costume that was also definitely one for a cowboy.
'No,' Janet said, ditching her character to walk across the bedroom without the swagger towards Sam. 'I was going to be the cowboy. You were going to be the Madame. Remember the conversation about how you were fed up of BDUs and combat boots?'
'Yes, but I also concluded that I preferred not to spend the night with you and half of Colorado Springs drooling down my cleavage.'
'So you were going to drool down mine instead?'
'At least I wouldn't have to stand on tiptoes to do that,' Sam teased and received a cowboy hat around the head for it, which she caught.
'You'd have been a hot lady of questionable virtue,' Janet said, changing to a slightly sultry tone. 'With the cleavage and the feathers and the ruffles...and the cleavage.' She approached Sam, her eyes roaming up and down her bare legs, her breasts and the curve of her ass visible below the end of her shirt tails.
'Perv,' Sam teased, dropping the cowboy had onto the bed and closing the gap between her and Janet so she could drop one hand onto her shoulder and slide the other around her waist.
'Yup,' Janet said quietly, leaning forwards and going up on her toes to kiss Sam gently.
Sam shifted, pulling Janet to her and deepening the kiss.
'Mm,' she said, pulling back slightly, 'Is that a pistol in your pocket, or are you pleased to see me?'
Janet freed a hand to tug the plastic fast draw from the holster at her hip. She held it up inexpertly and grinned, 'Stick 'em up!'
Sam stuck her hands straight up in the air and tried to look scared, but couldn't stop grinning as well.
Janet stepped forward and kissed Sam's neck, sliding her spare hand around her waist. Sam dropped a hand to cradle the back of Janet's head and inhaled sharply.
'You're not off the hook yet,' Janet said from Sam's neck and pushed her gently onto the bed. Sam tumbled happily onto top of the parts of her costume she hadn't put on yet and rolled onto her back.
Janet blew across the top of her pistol and took a moment to savour a half naked Sam sprawled in front of her before smiling evilly, dropping the toy gun and crawling onto the bed.
She crawled up Sam until her face drew level with the v-of the shirt on Sam's chest and began to plant kisses on the bare flesh. Sam put her hands on her denim clad hips and slid her hands up under Janet's shirt as she made appreciative noises.
Janet kissed her way up Sam's collar bone, her neck and found the edge of her jaw again. Sam turned suddenly, seeking out Janet's mouth and kissed her, sliding her tongue into her mouth and pulling her closer.
Janet kissed her and began to press against her, shifting her body so that and her thigh pressed between Sam's and her hips pressed insistantly forward.
Sam released the hold around Janet's waist and fumbled her hands between them, trying to unbotton Janet's shirt without breaking the kiss. Janet took mercy on her, sitting up and rocking back on Sam's thigh. She looked down at her and began to undo her own shirt, taking her sweet time. Sam looked up at her with hungry eyes and flushed skin and grabbed for the buttons at the bottom of the shirt, impatient to see Janet naked.
As Janet undid the last button Sam sat up, curling and ducking her head to kiss at the exposed flesh of Janet's chest. Janet groaned slightly and ran her hands through Sam's hair, mussing it intentionally. She felt Sam's hands slide around her waist and up her back to unhook her bra in one smooth motion. Janet shucked her shoulders back to slide her shirt down, hampered slightly by Sam already tugging her bra down to plant kisses all over Janet's breast and take one of the nipples into her mouth. Janet groaned as she felt Sam's tongue circling and forgot about her shirt for a second, until one of Sam's hands reached to tug it all the way off her arms.
She had to release Janet's breast to do it properly, which meant Janet could lend some assistance in shrugging the shirt off. Sam pulled it completely off with a half laugh, balled it up and flung it off the bed.
'Hey, I'll need that,' Janet protested.
'Only if I ever let you out of this bedroom,' Sam said, leaning back slightly and running her hands admiringly up Janet's sides and up over her breasts.
'We were suppossed to be going to a party,' Janet said and put her hands on either side of Sam's face and tilting her head up so that she could kiss Sam properly. She parted her lips to press her tongue into Sam's mouth, kissing her hard and pressing forward against her with her torso.
After a minute she shifted on Sam's lap and made Sam slump forward slightly as the pressure was gone. She shifted a hand to her shoulder, pushing her back onto the bed and going with her. She shifted her hips, settling hers against Sam's and moved a hand, sliding it down between Sam's breasts and across her stomach.
She kissed her way along Sam's jaw and down her neck, listening to the changes in Sam's breath as she slid her fingers under the elastic of Sam's underwear and down through the curls of hair between her legs.
She ground her own hips against Sam's pelvis as she slid the tips of her fingers over Sam's clit. She twitched against her at the touch and Janet felt her neck shudder under her lips. She grinned to herself, feeling breathless and began to rub her fingers across Sam's clit. Sam gasped next to her ear and laughed on an inhale.
'Feeling good?' Janet asked in response to the noise.
'Oh yeah,' Sam replied.
Janet grinned proudly and began to kiss her way down Sam. She skipped over most of Sam's skin where normally she'd have savoured every inch, but today she was impatient.
She dropped off the bed and knelt on the floor. Sam took the cue and shuffled to the edge, looking flushed and eager as Janet pulled her underwear down and discarded it off to one side. She dipped her head to Sam, using her fingers to part her lips so that she could press her tongue against Sam's clit.
She slid her fingers lower and slid first one and then two fingers into Sam, who grunted above her and reached down to grab tight hold of Janet's free hand. She squeezed back and smiled to herself, not letting up with her tongue or fingers as Sam's hips began to move in response to her attention. She slowly increased the pace with her tongue and fingers and was graced with Sam responding in time and beginning to moan above Janet on the bed.
When she came her thighs gripped Janet's head, arched her back and let a low deep moan out from deep in her throat. Janet squeezed her hand and gave a few more slower licks across Sam's clit as she eventually relaxed and uncurled.
Janet got up onto the bed again and crawled up Sam's body, she kissed her slowly and savoured the taste of Sam on her tongue. Sam kissed her back slowly.
'Mmm,' she said into Janet's mouth and ran her hands up over Janet's jeans. She pulled back from the kiss. 'You are way over dressed,' she said.
Janet smiled and rolled off Sam to sprawl next to her on the bed.
'Feel free to do something about it then!' she declared.
'And ruin what's left of your costume?' Sam teased, but she did roll over and begin to unbotton Janet's jeans as she kissed her way across her bare shoulder.
Janet made an appreciative noise in her throat and lifted her hips as Sam began to pull the denim down. She felt Sam's fingers sliding under the edge of her underwear and her lips feathering kisses across her neck.
'Yes,' she muttered as Sam's fingers slid across her clit and then lower. Sam pulled herself closer, pressing herself against Janet as she slipped a finger inside and rubbing her thumb against her clit. She clung onto Sam as she increased her pace with her fingers inside her and curled the finger tips forward to press against Janet's g-spot.
Janet clung to Sam when she came, curling forward and burying her face in Sam's hair at her neck. Sam pulled her hand out of Janet's underwear and lifted her fingers up to clean them off. Janet watched her, playing slightly with her hair in a relaxed way.
Sam finished licking her fingers clean and settled back down again, cuddling against Janet.
'Hmm, I don't think I'm a cowboy anymore,' Janet commented, looking down past Sam at her crumpled jeans.
Sam's cell phone rang on the bedside table and she looked at it for a beat before reaching to answer it.
'Carter,' she said as she flopped back on top of the bed with the phone at her ear. She watched Janet roll over onto her side and prop her head up on her hand.
'Carter!' The Colonel said loudly down the phone. There was a lot of background noise around him. 'Are you and Fraiser ever going to make it to this party?'
'Wait, it's only...um...an hour after the party started.'
'Yeah, well, someone just complimented Daniel and I on our Brokeback Mountain costumes, so we could use your assistance in asserting our status as red blooded males.'
'Um, Sir' Sam started, frowning slightly. 'What are you expecting Janet and I to do in this status asserting?' Janet raised an eyebrow questioningly.
'Oh you know, look threateningly at anyone suggesting I might be attracted to men and generally be the most attractive women in the room.'
'Yeah. Sir, we're both dressed as cowboys as well.'
'Both?' the Colonel asked, sounding slightly let down.
'Yup, jeans, shirts, cowboy hats.'
'Damn, well, you should get down here anyway, Teal'c's Stetson is to die for.'
'Yes Sir,' Sam said with a laugh and hung up. Janet leant towards her and ran a finger tip through the drying sweat on Sam's chest and looked questioningly at her.
'Daniel and Jack got mistaken for the guys from Brokeback Mountain, they want us to defend their heterosexuality.'
'But we're dressed as cowboys as well,' Janet concluded. She leant some more and kissed Sam's shoulder once before resting her head against it.
'We could go as the Brokeback cowboys, it'd be semi accurate, we'd still be dressed as men though,' Janet told her.
'We could be dressed as women like Calamity Jane or Charley Parkhurst and we'd still not have been asserting the guys heterosexuality,' Sam replied, bending her arm to play with Janet's hair.
'I'm aiming for an Annie Oakley look,' Janet admitted.
'There is one thing we're both overlooking though,' Sam said.
'Mmm?' Janet asked lazily from her shoulder.
'At the moment we are not dressed as anything, never mind characters from the Old West.'
'Well, we'd certainly assert something if we turned up like this,' Janet said, shifting her head to look down their bodies and gently trailing her hand down Sam's stomach and onto her thigh.
'We should get dressed though,' Sam said, putting a finger onto Janet's chin and tilting her head up so she could kiss her. 'Unless we're just going to go as hookers.'
'In a minute,' Janet said and kissed her, stroking her thigh. 'I want to enjoy my lady of ill repute a little more.'