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Oh, Sh....

2009-05-28T18:31:00.002-05:00

Title: Oh Sh..
Pairing: Sam/Vala
Fandom: SG-1
Rating: PG-13
Warning: This contains Lesbian scenes. If that is not your cup of tea, run. Run away.
Summary: Vala drops by Sam’s house.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of it. Just borrowed.
Archive: Knock yourself out.

The knock at the door startled her. She got up wondering who would be knocking at her door at this time of night. Not that it was late or anything, but the guys usually call first. Even General O'Neill calls first, though sometimes it from the driveway. She hopes no one is hurt or in trouble, this was her first night away from the mountain in two weeks.

She flips on the light and see the familiar silhouette of Vala. "Oh shit", Sam mutters. 'How the hell did she get off the base'?

Sam opens the door and Vala smiles that wide smile she has and says, "Hello Samantha,” not waiting for an invitation she bounds into the house.

"Vala, how did you get here? Off the base, I mean, and why come here." Sam tries to be stern.

"That’s easy Samantha, I wanted to see you".

What? "Why", Sam said not expecting that to have been her answer.

"Well, I was thinking that you might be more receptive if you were not at the base", Vala said with a seductive tone and a smile that would melt most men.

"Recep..Receptive? To what?"

"Me". Sam’s jaw hangs for a split second. She knows that Vala flirts, with everyone, but why would she think that I would reciprocate.

Stunned Sam says, "No, Vala, I am not….inter…receptive. You do know that I am not a Lesbian, right?" She looks at Vala who says, “Lesbian, no I don’t think you are a lesbian. I think that you might, however, like to kiss me”.

"No, Vala. Not ever in your wildest dreams, okay maybe in your dreams, but not in mine", say Sam, getting flustered more and more by the minute. She tries to get her mind around what Vala is saying. Of course she doesn’t like women, well not in that way, anyway.

Sam thinks that this is so not what she expected from the alien. Granted Vala likes to flirt with everyone, but especially with those she knows are unattainable. Therefore she flirts a lot with me. For the most part Sam doesn’t mind. Although she can be the most annoying person she has ever been around, the attention is nice sometimes. She would never admit that to Vala, or the boys.

“Well then," Vala says with a smile, "If you don’t want to play can I stay a while? Please", Sam looks at her guest and almost gives in.

"We’ll see, now how did you get off base?" repeats Sam

"Oh, well that was easy" Vala smiles sheepishly.

"Easy, huh. Well we will have to see what the General says about that." Sam goes for the phone, but Vala is quicker. She grabs the phone and holds it behind her back.

"Oh, please Sam, I don't want to get anyone in trouble. You know you can't stop me when I put my mind to something. I just could not take being cooped up one more minute, and look I didn't go out wandering, I came here so someone would be able to say they knew where I was", Vala was walking backwards as Sam walked toward her.

Sam tried to get the phone, reaching first to her left side then her right as Vala turned to block her advances. “Vala”, Sam said aloud. Sam thought to herself, well she did come here instead of gallivanting all over town, so I guess I could let her stay for a little while.

She really didn't want Vala to get into trouble, one because she would be insufferable on base, and two she thought Vala was right about being cooped up in the base for such a long time. Sam thought she should probably just drive her back to base. Then again, she could have some fun first. Without any camera's, Sam could turn the tables on Vala. See how the raven haired alien liked being on the receiving end of the constant taunting.

Sam stills and reaches both hands around Vala to get the phone. While she is there, she whispers in Vala's ear, "I want it, are you going to give it to me?" She feels the shiver go down Vala's body. She leans back to see the look on Vala's face and it's not what she expected. She thought she would see a wide eyed, abashed Vala trying to back peddle. Instead she saw a hungry Vala with desire you could almost see oozing from her very pores.

Just then Sam thinks ‘Oh, shit. What have I done?’ She tries to think of a way out but she is not used to this particular situation. Give her a sun to blow up or a Jaffa army to face and she was good to go, but this, this is not something she has never dealt with before. Sam is at a loss. She pushed it and now she stymied. She tries to let go of Vala's arms but the smaller woman is quick, and she turns and backs Sam against the wall. Vala is strong, stronger than she looks. She looks at Sam and whispers “I will give you whatever you want Colonel Carter”.

Sam would be a little scared if she wasn’t a bit turned on. “I am not enjoying this, I’m not enjoying this”, she says to herself over and over again.

She doesn't want to hurt Vala but thinks she will have to if she tries, well you know, anything. Sam opens her mouth to say no when she feels Vala’s breath on her lips. Sam closes her eyes and is a little disturbed that a warm feeling is traveling through her; she keeps repeating her mantra to herself when Vala moves close enough for Sam to feel heat coming from lips. She tries not to whimper.

Vala smiles and leans in very slowly. Her lips brush Sam’s lightly. Sam closes her eyes and lets a small moan escape her lips. Vala pulls back to look at the tall blonde’s reaction. Sam looks bothered, hot and bothered. Vala’s raises an eye brow as Sam, who suddenly found the floor fascinating.

She stopped repeating her mantra and studied the woman in front of her. She knows that this is a bad idea, but the part of her brain which would have normally stopped her just shut down, rather unexpectedly. She shrugs and gives Vala for a kiss that curled her toes. Sam can feel the smile on Vala lips and thinks “Oh shit”.

Notice

2009-05-28T17:17:00.002-05:00

Fandom: SG1
Author: Goose197
Pairing: Sam/Janet
Rating: PG13
Summary: It takes three times for Sam to notice Janet.
Disclaimer: Don’t own, Don’t profit. Borrowed for fun.
Archive: Knock yourself out.

The first time Sam notices.

You know how you get to a point in your life when you think it can't get any better, except for the constant threat to earth, that could get better, but you know what I mean, right? Well I thought I was there. Just when you think it is good, great even, something happens and you realize that up until that point its all been shit.

I have a great job I love and would not change it for anything in this world (or on any other world). I enjoy my work so much that I would rather work than play, or more accurately I find my work fun so it's something I would rather be doing most of the time. I know, I know, I am a workaholic. The worlds best except for maybe Daniel. He works more than I do. He can work on a translation for days. He would forget to eat if the Colonel didn't drop by and drag him (and me) to the commissary for lunch or dinner. Daniel thinks he can survive on his stamina and coffee. But I digress.

The day (unknown to me at the time) my world would change forever General Hammond introduced the new CMO to us. Again, I it wasn't much of a beginning, but then when you world changes you don't always know the turning point as it happens, do you? I didn't. I should have been paying more attention, then maybe I would not have been caught off guard.

"Captain Doctor Janet Frasier meet Captain Doctor Samantha Carter", said the General.

"Hello, nice to meet you", I shake her hand, which she holds onto a half second too long.

"So you are 'the' Captain Samantha Carter", Janet said with a wink. Inwardly my world stopped, I jumped off replayed the wink, smiled, noted that the wink came from a sultry auburn haired, petite, and might I say really hot, Doctor, got scared where this was leading and jumped back on.

For the most part I am used to getting compliments on my intelligence. This compliment didn't feel like the type of compliment I was used to getting. I don't get embarrassed, I got embarrassed. Flush red from my head to my toes. So when she emphasized 'the' I was stunned. She made it sound like a "wow you look good enough to eat" compliment, which when it did happen, usually came from men.

Is it me? Did I just here that? Did she wink at me, too? Oh, my, are the thoughts racing through my head in the split second it took me to regain some composure. I stammered "Yeah, I, that's me", knowing I was probably turning red. "It was nice to meet you Doctor, General if you'll excuse me I have work in my lab". I just had to get out before everyone noticed just how uncomfortable I had become.

"Of course, Captain", said the General.

I heard him discussing the medical treatment of the SG teams and it dawned on me that she will be 'my' Doctor now. She will touch me again. I am going to die. Okay, not die but if I blush every time I get a physical the guys are going to wonder. Hell, I'm going to wonder. Hell, I already wonder. I need Jell-O, I need to get to my lab. I need to keep occupied, or else I will over think this, perhaps I'm already over thinking this. Yes, it was nothing. My imagination? My inclination? No! Her inclination? Possibly, but not mine.

The second time Sam notices.

We got back from the planet with Daniel in tow. He was not happy when we told him we started to pack up his apartment. He was a little amused when I told him the Colonel said nice things about him at his memorial service. We were all glad he was back and the atmosphere in the infirmary was light. We were joking and laughing.

Janet had to check Daniel more thoroughly than the rest of us because he was with that fish thing longer than we were. At least he didn't get his memories altered.

The Colonel decided that we needed a "team night" and we agreed to meet at his house around 19:00. He even went so far as to invite Janet which kind of surprised me. I think he did it for Daniel; he seems to be sweet on her. We all left the base headed for our respective homes when Janet asked me if I wanted a ride together to the party. "Sure, you want to pick me up around 18:30?" "I'll be there." Janet said with a smile that would melt the polar ice caps.

I smiled back and got on my bike. I put my helmet on and started it up. I wear leathers when I ride because it is safer, not because I look good in them, but I can't say it hurts. Though I don't flaunt it, I have noticed the airmen and SF's on base stare as I walk past. I have even caught the Colonel checking me out when he didn't think I could see. It really is flattering but I don't think anything of it really. They don't really see me, well maybe the Colonel does, they just see a leather clad body. I think the reason they notice at all is because everyone wears BDU's unless dress uniforms are required. Everyone looks the same in fatigues, but again I digress.

As I was driving out of the lot I glanced at my rear view mirror and was a little surprised to see Janet watching me. She was still smiling.

The third time Sam noticed.

We all went out after we destroyed two Gou'uld mother ships over earth. Daniel was safe again, and we were finally able to gate home after a week on a nice quite planet.

We took much needed showers and went for our post mission medical exams. Janet was as happy to see us as we were to see her. Even the Colonel wasn't complaining as much as normal about the exam and needles.

Again it was determined we needed to go out to celebrate. This time was a little more public affair. O'Malley's was packed with military types ready to buy us drinks in congratulations.

We talked, joked and of course drank. All the attention was nice but I was ready to go about 01:00. The other's, well all except Daniel who was passed out in a booth, were still having fun. After I made sure Teal'c would take care of Daniel I slipped out into the parking lot to catch a cab home. I stood in the night air taking a deep breath looking out among the cars when I was startled by someone talking next to me.

"Can I take you home, flyboy?" Janet said smiling. My jaw dropped ever so little. I thought she had left hours ago. "Janet, what are you still doing here?' I said before I could stop myself. The smile on her face faded a bit. "Oh, damn. That didn't come out right. What I meant to say was I thought you went home hours ago" I started to dig myself out of the hole I stumbled into.

"I waited thinking that you might need a ride home. After all, I bet everyone in there bought you a drink tonight, but if you don't want me to…" Janet said turning.

"No wait, I do want you..", Janet raised and eyebrow. Okay now I know I am not at my best but what did I just say? "I mean I would like a ride home, it was nice of you to stay". Different hole, same shovel.

The ride home was quite. I looked at Janet a few times through the corner of my eye and she still had that smile on her face. Even though I was a bit cloudy (clearing quickly) I knew why she was smiling.

When we got to my house she got out of the car without invitation. She walked me to my front door, took my keys and let us in. "I'll make coffee while you change" Janet said. "Why?" I said voice low. She turned to look at me and smiled, "You need coffee, Doctors orders". She gave me a nudge and I walked to my room. That wasn't the 'why' I wanted answered, I hope she knows that.

When I came out of the bedroom she was standing at the island in my kitchen with two mugs of coffee ready for consumption. I stepped close and reached for my mug. Our fingers touched as she passed the mug and it was like an electric shock, only better. Okay it was now or never; if I was reading this all wrong I could always blame the alcohol.

I turned into her, she moved till her back was against the island. I put my hands on the counter at her sides. Her eyes looked deep with desire. I leaned in, held my breath, and brushed my lips against hers. She let out a small moan and I leaned in further. Her lips parted to give my tongue entrance. It was the most amazing kiss I have ever experienced. Soft, wet, and hot. Oh my, was this hot.

When we broke apart breathing heavy, I leaned close to her ear and whispered, "How long". Janet looked at me in surprise. "How long what?" she said shakily. "How long have you wanted to do that"
Janet blinked, bit her bottom lip and said "Since the day we met, I was just waiting for you to notice"

Breathe

2009-05-07T22:48:00.003-05:00

Title: Breathe

Fandom: SG-1

Rating: PG 13

Pairing: Sam/Janet

Summary: Sam and Janet share a tent.

The air is cold inside the tent. Without realizing it, they traveled slowly and quietly toward each other during the night. With the distance between them nearly non-existent she can feel breath on her neck and warmth on her back. She closes her eyes, tight, and tries not to change her rhythmic breathing. She doesn't want to show she is still awake, not being able to sleep with all the thoughts and images running though her head. This is the third night of the mission and for the third time she is having no joy when it comes to sleep.

She is unused to the new feeling that keep tearing into her subconscious mind. She knows it's wrong. So many reasons it's wrong. She can't stop herself, she has no control over it and that is unnerving. She is distracted and distracted is something she is not used to being, can't be. She is on a mission and has to be on top of her game.

*on top* she mused, eyes still squeezed shut, and a small smile just cropping up at the corner of her mouth. "Stop it. You are pathetic", she muttered to herself, "and crazy, and covered up to your chin in regulations". There it is, again. The one thing that keeps her from all the things she cares about most.

She has watch in just over two hours and needs to get some sleep. If she had been sleeping alone in the tent, like she usually did during first watch, she would have been able to toss and turn, beat the clothes she was using as a pillow into a more comfortable pile, just plain sprawl. Of course, if she had been sleeping alone she wouldn't be in this situation. As it is now, she's afraid to move. She doesn't want to disturb the body sleeping close, too close, to her. Even though the temperature is low she is warm in all the wrong places for a mission. She is just going to have to suck it up and move.

She takes a deep breath and turns her head to whisper, "Janet," nothing. "Janet, roll over". Janet's eyes barely opened and she mumbled something unintelligible. "Please Jan roll over". Another eye flitter and she says "k" and rolls onto her other side. Sam takes another deep breath and rolls onto her back. That's better, except now she's cold again. Oh well, at least she thinks she might be able to get some sleep now.

Sam slept. Ten minutes before her watch she begins to wake up automatically. She has an internal clock you can set your watch by. She slowly becomes aware of her surroundings. The sound of the tent in the wind, the crackle of a fire, the warm body her arms are holding and her body is spooning.

"What the", her mind races. She sucks in her breath. She doesn't know what to do. She knows if she moves too fast it will wake the warm form in her arms. She doesn't want that. What would she say? What would Janet say? She doesn't want things to become uncomfortable for her and Janet. "I mean she is my best friend. What am I going to do?" she worries.

Just then she hears a soft whisper out of Janet. "Breathe Sam". Huh? Sam thinks, "Did she just say, breathe?" Then it occurs to her, she has not taken a breath in a while. So she let out her breath and takes another deep one. She can smell Janet's hair. Sam almost loses it, but instead she squeezes her eyes shut and tries not to think about it.

"Oh, I…Janet, I'm….." Sam stammers. Janet turns, a smile starting on her lips, and says, "Its okay Sam, its cold and you were just trying to conserve body heat, right". Janet is enjoying the look in Sam's eyes go from embarrassed to relief. Janet figures by Sam's expression that she isn't ready for this so she gives her an out, and Sam runs with it.

"Oh. Yeah, well, you were shivering in your sleep, so I tried to make you more comfortable", said Sam. "I have the next watch so I have to get up, but you can use my bag if you're still cold". "Thanks" is all Janet could muster without a giggle. She is glad it's dark and Sam can't see the smile plastered on her face.

Janet smiles for quite some time after Sam leaves the tent. They have been friends for a long time, but she can't remember a time when Sam looked more flustered. Of course, she doesn't remember a time when she herself has felt more frustrated.

The first time Janet had been wide awake when Sam had asked her to 'roll over'. She had been inching towards her, slowly, all night. Every night, actually. She should've seen that she wasn't asleep tonight, but she was preoccupied with the Majors hair tickling her nose. The smell of it was intoxicating. So much so, she wasn't paying attention like she should.

The second time Janet had been sleeping when she heard Sam wake with a start. Sam's arm was on her stomach and her knees were touching her calves. She had felt the breath Sam took and knew she was thinking too much. She knew in her heart that Sam, as smart as she is, could think of neither a reason for her current predicament, nor what to say to extricate herself without hurting Janet. "It was sweet really, Sam was trying so hard to not make me uncomfortable", Janet thought. She smiles again when she thinks about what Sam had said about her shivering. She couldn't have been shivering from the cold; she had been warm, too warm, in all the wrong places since they became tent mates.

By the fire Jack looked at Sam. He thought she looked flush, but with the cold air who could tell. "Alright Carter?" said Jack. "Yes, Sir", her standard reply as she sat beside him.

"Okay then, I'm going to catch some shut eye." Jack said. "Oh, I got some wood over there for the fire so you shouldn't have to get any." He lifted his head to his left in an 'over there' type gesture.

"You didn't have to do that, Sir", Sam said, "Thanks, Sir". Now she didn't even have anything to keep her mind busy. All she can do is sit and think, while staring into the fire. The fire, hot like Janet's breath on her neck. Sam smiles then shakes her head. "I have got to stop this, this, what ever this is", Sam says to herself. She lets out a small whimper. "Why do I have to stop, what if I don't want to stop. What if I want to know what it would be like to feel Janet's lips on my neck? Her hands on my stomach, her tongue in my… Sam went rigid when she hears a noise coming from her tent. She looks up to see Janet poking her head out. She smiles and walks to the fire. "Just came out to warm up by the fire", Janet says with a small smile and a light in her eye.

Sam nods, "Come sit, we should try to be quite though; Daniel and Colonel O'Neill are sleeping." Janet sits a few inches away from Sam and looks into the fire. She knows if she looks at her now her desire will show all over her face. The tables have been turned and it's Janet who doesn't want to make Sam uncomfortable.

"Sam, you okay?" Janet asked tentatively. "Huh, sure why wouldn't I be", Sam replies a little too quickly. "Your flush, are you sure you are feeling okay?" Janet asks with doctorly concern.

"It's just the wind" Sam says, she thought, "Oh god, please. Make her go back to the tent; I don't want her to see me. I would die of shame if she knew what I was thinking."

Janet stays a few more minutes then without a word goes back to the tent. When she gets back under the covers all she can think is, "Sam Carter was thinking about me". She had seen it on her face. Could she? No, that is completely wishful thinking. Then again, maybe she could.

Later that night, after her watch, Sam still can't sleep. Janet is lying back to her, curled up in a fetal position. Sam keeps looking at her. Her eyes roam her body while her mind wonders how it would feel to touch, taste, smell, oh hell, all the senses. She decides that she will pretend to be sleeping and slowly inch her way toward Janet. It takes forever, but Sam is patient.

Finally, after what seems like an eternity to Janet, Sam has moved close enough to feel her body heat. Janet feels Sam's hand trail along her hip. The hand opens and spreads across the Doctors' taught stomach. Janet takes a breath and almost flinches, almost. She doesn't want to scare Sam away again, because this is the best feeling she has had in a long time. She wants to push back into the taller woman with her body, but decides she will stay still.

Sam pulls her tight. She smiles to herself when she realizes Janet is probably awake, because unless she has the worst case of sleep apnea ever reported, she has not let her breath out yet. Sam breathes in the scent of the petit Doctor. She pulls her really close and whispers in her ear, "breathe Janet".

~fin~

Blog-a-thon STOP Being Cynical.

2008-03-18T12:21:00.002-05:00

This is my post for the HEY, INTERNET, STOP BEING SUCH CYNICAL EFFING DOUCHEBAGS BLOG-A-THON!

I can't tell you how happy British horror/sci-fi makes me. I love the British accents from a intelligible Irish brogue to a snooty house of Parliament lilt. British accents make me warm and fuzzy. Movies like American Werewolf in London and 28 days later are just the thing I need to make me smile. If you are slightly more educated than my pet rock 'Pillow', you too can open your eyes to a broad spectrum of entertaining films that will make you laugh, cry, or scare the crap out of you. Anyway you watch it, I hope you it will make you as happy as it makes me.

British accents lilt
my heart skips a beat in time
happy it makes me

Movies to try:
An American Werewolf in London, 28 Days Later, 28 Weeks Later, Dog Soldiers, Descent, Shaun of the Dead, Severance, House of 9, Wilderness and for older movies I like The Innocents just to name a few.

Try TV too, British TV is much edgier than its American counterpart. Torchwood, Dr Who, Sea of Souls, Hex, and Life on Mars, just to name a few.

1/2 Marathon

2007-05-06T18:55:00.000-05:00

I walked a half marathon last week end. It took 3.35 hours. I have never felt so good and so sore in my entire life.
Since I quit smoking I have had to do something else to keep my mind off smoking. I have decided to walk. I walk about 25 miles a week. I walk 7 days a week. I am soon to become one of those people I hate, who always manages to get walking or running into a conversation.
Yup, that's me. I think my mother thinks I'm nuts. I know my dad does. I know that the folks I work with also think I am a little insane, cause all I do at lunch is walk. Every day. I eat a salad at my desk and I walk during my break.
I will not be one of those people who will talk others into walking with me. In fact I would rather walk alone. Keeping pace with me. Or maybe with someone faster than me that I have to work to keep up with.
I hope to get my bike fixed so I can try to train for a ride as well as walks. Running still seems to be out of the question because of my knee. It hurts a lot when I run.
This goes out to all those folks who never thought they would be able to walk in a 5k, 10k, 5 mile, 10 mile, 13.1 mile or 26.2 mile race. You are strong, determined and not as weird as your friends and family might think you are.