DISCLAIMER: I only borrowed them for a while. MGM and whoever can have them back whenever they want.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Written for the femslash_today `Love Bites' Valentines Fic-a-thon.
ARCHIVING: Only with the permission of the author.
DEDICATED: to my muse and my love.

Interlude 21: Valentine

By Celievamp


She wasn't so deeply engrossed in her work that she didn't know the second that Janet Fraiser slipped into the room. As her lover crept closer Sam Carter felt her whole body energise her entire skin becoming one erogenous zone. She hit a key on her keyboard and what she had really been working on was replaced by a screen full of equations and multicoloured graphs detailing the last round of power tests on the Gate.

"That looks… thrilling," Janet said. Her fingers touched the back of Sam's neck, running through the short hair. Sam was currently sporting a style shorter than it had been for some time. The change in style something to do with her lover telling her how sexy she thought the soft hair at the back of Sam's neck felt when she was running her fingers through it. Sam found it hard to describe the sensations that ran through her as Janet's cool fingers gently threaded through her hair.

"Standard testing sequence," she said, noting how dry her mouth had become in the last few minutes. "We run it every couple of weeks. More often than not when the Gate…" the fingers were under the collar of her shirt now, teasing along her collarbone, "… when the Gate breaks down it's a problem with the flow of po…wer." Her voice squeaked in a most unscientific manner as Janet's fingers trailed down her sternum. She wondered whether her lover could detect how fast her heart was beating right now. "We… we're hoping that by collecting as many readings as we can we can detect the sequence of events that leads to breakdowns and stop them happening." Janet's hand was now inside her shirt, curved around her breast inside her bra, her thumb rubbing gently over Sam's nipple. "It… it's not just the fi… financial cost of the break…down it's the possible dangers to off…offworld teams if they can't dial home." Janet's lips closed around her ear lobe. Sam was pretty certain that her eyes were crossed. She wasn't certain how much longer she could keep up this charade. What was on the screen had absolutely nothing to do with the Gate's power systems. It was basically a screen saver that she and a few of the other scientists at the Base had cooked up to be visible on the computer screen when some of their more esoteric / less official `research' (following ebay auctions, genealogical research, blogging, wargaming, playing patience) was going on. But there was no way Janet could know that. No way. Her eyes closed as another wave of pleasure ran through her. Janet's fingertips ran gently up and down her sternum. It was a good job she was sitting down otherwise she would have fallen down.

"So, you've been cooped up in your study for the last four hours on the night before Valentine's Day working on power equations," Janet said lightly. Sam shivered as Janet's hand cupped her breast again.

"Yeah… I promise I'll be finished soon and then I'm all yours and I won't even look at my computer tomorrow…"

"Damn straight, missy," Janet laughed. "You're mine, remember."

"Yours," Sam solemnly promised.

"You know… that looks familiar," Janet's fingers – the ones not currently caressing Sam's breasts touched the computer screen, following the curve of a sine wave. "Really familiar… though I'm sure you told me then that it was a calculation on the decay rate of naquada."

Busted. Never toy with a woman with almost perfect recall.

"And you're a terrible liar."

"Am not."

"You blush."

"You were fondling me!"

Janet reached over, her breasts pressing against Sam's back as she pressed a couple of keys on Sam's keyboard. Another window opened, Photoshop. An almost completed design for a Valentine's card filled the screen.

"Oh, Sam."

"The one's in the shops were all corny or stupid or…" Sam blushed. "Really crude, you know. And there aren't many to choose from when you're…"

"A woman in love with another woman. I know," Janet said. She read over the poem. "Oh, that's beautiful."

"Elizabeth Barrett Browning," Sam said. "She wrote the most incredible love poetry to her husband."

"Well you are so loved," Janet said softly. "Never think otherwise."

Sam turned her chair so that Janet was now standing facing her and put her arms around her lover. "And you definitely qualify as the best thing in my world."

The Best Thing in the World by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

What's the best thing in the world?
June-rose, by May-dew impearled;
Sweet south-wind, that means no rain;
Truth, not cruel to a friend;
Pleasure, not in haste to end;
Beauty, not self-decked and curled
Till its pride is over-plain;
Love, when, so, you're loved again.
What's the best thing in the world?
   --Something out of it, I think.

The End

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