Daydreaming of the Dead

Rating: 18
Pairing: Sam/Janet
Spoilers: None
Synopsis: Sam's mind wonders while stuck in a boring meeting.
Notes: I've never been to Hawaii. I've never sat through an astronomy
conference. I've never... well. Read on and find out.

The conference was a drag.  One boring workshop after another.  Stuck in full
uniform, pantihose and all, after so many years of slobbing it in BDUs in the
mountain was taking its toll, too.

She sighed to herself quietly.  Having taken a comfort break just before this
presentation, she'd ended up in the last available seat, near an emergency
light, and it was glinting off her oak leaves whenever she moved.

The speaker droned on.  It wasn't so much that he was boring, but Sam had seen
several points in his poster presentation that could prove to be demonstrably
false, if she were only allowed to talk about... well, there was the rub.
She'd seem more astronomy first hand than most people in the room could even
theorise about.  

It was warm, and mostly dark and her body was protesting that it was still on
Mountain Time.  Stifling a yawn, she wandered again what had possessed the Air
Force to send her to a conference in Hawaii.

#####

Hawaii.  This was her second trip to the little state. Last time had been more
fun, she thought.  A brief interlude of carelessness in her tightly controlled
life. An actual vacation.

Cassie had gone to camp for the summer and the world didn't appear to be in
imminent need of saving.  She'd done as much as she could on all the latest
technology that had been recovered and the CMO had recommended that SG-1 take
a break. So they had. 

Jack went fishing, Teal'c went to see Rya'c, Daniel said something about a dig
somewhere or other, and Sam... well, Sam had gone to Hawaii.

It wasn't her choice.  In fact, she didn't even know where she was going until
they got to the airport, because the assertive and in control Major Carter
would do absolutely anything to please her Napoleonic power monger.

#####

Sam shifted in her seat, suddenly intensely aware that her memories were
arousing her.  Her uniform, once merely irritating, had suddenly become rather
constricting.  The ladylike seating position it demanded was only making her
notice the throb in her groin more.

Vainly, she attempted to reconnect with the speaker, but he was chasing down
an idea she had already dismissed and her memories were more interesting and
persistent.

#####

They had arrived at the hotel just before sunset, and Janet had insisted they
should head down to the beach, right then, pausing only to dump their minimal
luggage in their room, and for Janet to have a brief conversation with the
desk clerk.  Walking through the surf, they held hands and watched the sun
sink into the ocean in a blazing myriad of colours.

Sam had done this alone once or twice while off-world, but never had a flaming
ball of nuclear hydrogen looked so attractive to her.  Turning, she had kissed
Janet fondly and thanked her.  Janet had merely smiled and they had headed
back to their room in the cooling twilight.

Room service had already arrived when they returned, and they ate sat on the
balcony of their room and watching the moon, play on the quiescent ocean.

#####

Back in the conference room, Sam's eidetic memory was replaying all the
gentle caresses that Janet had provided while they ate, that evening.  The
sense memories raised goose bumps on her arms beneath the dark blue blazer.

Again, she shifted in her chair, causing small reflections to bounce across
the ceiling and a small gasp to escape as the change in pressure tingled
across her engorged and sensitive parts.  A quick glance at her watch told her
she still needed to endure another half hour, at least.

#####

Janet played her with all the care and love that a master violinist brings to
a Stradivarius. Before the meal was over, Sam was feverish with desire.
Placing her had over the small doctor's, she stood up and directed them back
towards the bedroom.

She leaned down and kissed Janet passionately, tangling her hand through the
brunette's hair and then sliding down her back, to cup her ass, and pull her
close. their bodies throbbed in unison at the increased contact.

Breaking the kiss, breathlessly, Janet stepped back and moved towards their
previously discarded bags.  Sam's eyes followed the movement, and she caught
Janet's eyes with a question in her own.  A small nod was the only
acknowledgement she received.  In response, she had quickly moved towards the
comfortably sized bed, removing her light travel gear as she went.

By the time Janet had returned from the bags with her prize, Sam was naked and
spread-eagled on the bed, her blonde hair tossed across the pillow and her
ivory ass cheeks glinting in the moonlight streaming through the still open
balcony door.

#####

By now, Sam's palms were slick.  The memory was intense, and she was having
trouble keeping control of her breathing.  Fidgeting again, she earned a hard
stare from the corpulent, balding professor in the seat next to her.

A flick of her eyes and a slight shrug, directed his attention back to the
silver decorating her shoulder as it danced in the light.  She hated pulling
rank with civilians, but it seemed to settle the debate in this case, a
decorated lieutenant colonel firmly trumping a superannuated academic.

The speaker still could not hold her attention and another glance at her watch
showed that it was unlikely that he would open the floor to questions any time
soon.

The memory flooded back to the front of her brain and she shivered...

#####

...as her lover's lips pressed against the smooth white skin.  The sounds of
the night and the ocean drifted through the open door, and mingled with
Janet's whispered declarations of admiration, appreciation and love.

The lips moved on, worshipping her skin.  Not so perfect as it might have been
in other time-lines. This skin was that of a warrior, and it has been
indelibly marked by warring gods and mortals.

Hands moved over her ass, gently spreading the cheeks, and Sam's hips jerked
involuntarily as a latexed finger, warm and wet, was run down her crack.  More
fingers followed, introducing more lubrication, and Sam's breathing hitched,
as slowly and carefully, first one, then a second, finger entered her.

Janet worked with practised ease, relaxing muscles and stoking desire.  After
a few minutes she withdrew her fingers, causing Sam to groan in frustration,
and anticipation.

Moving as precisely as she would in the operating theatre, Janet stripped off
her gloves.  After double checking the buckles on her harness, she regloved.
Cupping one hand under the base of the dildo protruding from her groin she
checked the lubrication, added a little more and moved in for the last stage
of the dance.

Sam moaned as Janet bumped the tip against her opening. 

Once, twice, and then in. Slowly filling the void. Deeper and deeper, until
Sam couldn't breathe, couldn't think, could only focus on the pleasure of
being filled.

At the full extent, Janet paused, letting the muscles accustom themselves to
the new sensation. Then, with practised ease, she began to work, until she and
Sam were joined in the most primal of rhythms, bucking and riding in the
unison of conjoined love. 

The base of the dildo grazed Janet's engorged clit with every movement, its
shaft buried deep between Sam's cheeks.  Even now, with her own release so
close, she was poised to react to tell tail signs from Sam.

Concious thought was beyond Sam, now.  All that was left were the autonomic
reactions to the pleasure.  A crescendo was building and all it would take to
push her over was one last stimulus.

Without breaking her rhythm, Janet reach round and plunged two fingers into
Sam's remaining crevice...

#####

SNAP!  The lights came up and the room shuffled in preparation to ask
questions.

Sam left, making her way back to her room quickly.  She opened the balcony
door and breathed in the scents of the evening.

Stripping, she moved to the bed that now seemed so huge, and with fast and
frantic strokes brought herself quickly to a climax of sorts.

Released, but far from satisfied, she dropped her hand to the bed, and soon,
the room was silent, except for the sound of the air conditioning, and soft
sobs of a lonely, beautiful Lieutenant Colonel.

FIN.