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SPOILERS: up to Solitudes. Takes place several weeks after "Unexpectedly on the Market"
ARCHIVING: Only with the permission of the author

That Slow Burn
By Celievamp

It was while Sam was trying to get back to full fitness after her lay-off following the Antarctic gate incident that we discovered a mutual love of running. Sam was more of a sprinter whilst I preferred the long hauls. We compromised on a couple of circuits of the park near my home whenever we could make the time.

Something that was happening more and more often lately. Of course she loved Cassie at least as much as I did so it was only natural that she would want to spend time with her. But then Sam also came round when she knew Cassie was not going to be there.

There was definitely something between us. Neither one of us had suggested that we talk about it yet. After all, what was there to talk about – looks and smiles and precisely one kiss.? In a moment of weakness on my part, I admit. I was just so damn glad to see that she was alive and going to be well.

I invited her in for a drink. "I have water, juice… beer." With the pain meds she's been taking up until a day or so ago alcohol had been a no-no.

She glanced at the clock. It was early afternoon. "A beer would be great, if you don't mind." She grinned at me. I felt that indefinable twitch inside again and hoped that the cold air in the fridge would cool down my cheeks. Dammit, that smile did for me every time she unleashed it.

I found the bottle and handed it to her as I opened a drawer looking for the bottle opener. "No need," she said as deftly popped the top off by placing the cap edge on the counter and hitting the bottle just right. She grinned again at my expression. "Amazing the uses that physics can be put to." She winked and took a long pull from the bottle. I watched the long line of her throat as she swallowed and felt that indefinable twitch again.

As she lowered the bottle I noticed a fleck of foam at the corner of her mouth. I swear I could not help myself. I reached up and brushed it away with my thumb. "Human biology was my area of study," I said, my voice a little huskier than normal.

What I had just done hit me when Sam's hand closed around mine and held it as I tried to pull away. "No," she said. "No. I'm through playing games, doc." We stared at each other for a long moment and then she put the beer on the counter and reached out to touch my cheek. I closed my eyes as her fingers gentled against my skin. Now her fingers were wound in my hair at the back of my neck and she pulled me in for a kiss. I could not breathe. Sam Carter was kissing me and it was wonderful. She pulled back and I opened my eyes.


I just stared at her. I had no idea what to do. The ramifications… our careers, the regs, the whole world view of woman on woman action, the reaction of our friends and colleagues if and when they found out, the fact that my newly adopted teenage daughter would be home soon…

"You're not goin' to freak out on me, are you, doc?"

And then I had what Sam would call a moment of clarity. She loved me. I loved her. An equation elegant in its simplicity. It wasn't even that big of a stretch to realize I had loved her for a long time, since the day we met. Maybe before. I always had the idea that I was looking for that one special person. The one. Sam had called me that in the Broca incident. So I was her One and she was my One and that made two and... hell, she was the mathematician not me no, it didn't freak me out at all, seemed like the most natural thing in the world to go from needing her presence to needing her love and her touch. No big crisis of identity, no weirdness. All those months wasted.

"Oh God, I think I broke her."

My Captain was waiting for an answer. The almost cocky expression on her face was now tempered with anxiety. I had a small window of opportunity here before her confidence collapsed in on her again.

I reached up and kissed her, the kind of kiss that should have left her with no doubt at all exactly what I felt for her and what I wanted out of this relationship. One of her hands was still in my hair the other was sketching down my spine. My hands were on her lower back where her fleece had ridden up slightly to reveal pale skin. Her breath was coming in increasingly frantic moans as I pulled away from her delectable mouth to kiss down the line of her throat. She backed me up against the counter. The press of her body against mine was making me tremble with the need that I had been denying for so long. Her hands, slender, sure, surprisingly soft considering what she did for a living, passed across my breasts, softly kneading, stroking, setting me on fire inside, the twitch becoming a burning sensation hovering somewhere between pleasure and actual pain.

"Sam… wait – slow down," I breathed.

In answer she lifted me off my feet and sat me on my kitchen counter. It brought us to the same eye level at least. I rested my forehead against hers as she gently stroked my face as I got my breathing under control again.

"Sorry," she said softly. "You know how us over-achievers are."

"Don't apologise," I giggled. "You made me feel, well, things I'd begun to believe I could never feel. But I don't want our first time to be…" I gestured at my kitchen cabinets. She nodded, quirked a brow at me.

"So what do you suggest?"

"Well, I don't know about you but I could do with a shower." Her smile got wider, if that was possible. She lifted me down from the unit, pausing only to kiss me again.

"Mmmm. Never considered myself to have an addictive personality, but kissing you, Janet. Might have to reconsider a few things."

"They say change is good," I grabbed hold of her hand and led out into the hallway and up the stairs. Her free hand was pressed against my lower back and as we walked up the stairs came to rest on the hollow of my hip. I could feel the heat of her touch through the thin material of my shorts. That slow burn started up again.

We got as far as my bedroom. Either my instincts that morning had been better than usual and I had left the room or the good fairies had been in and tidied up in my absence. She looked around smiling, then frowned at the teddybear on the chair in the corner.

"Don't say it," I warned.

"He must be almost as big as…"

"Don't say it!" I mock slapped her arm and pouted. "And for the record he is four feet high. And I am five foot two and a half…"

"And woe betide if I forget the half," Sam grinned. "You're the perfect height, don't worry about it."

Perfect. She called me perfect. I reached up, touched her cheek and this time she copied my earlier gesture, turning her head slightly so that her lips touched my palm in a soft kiss.

"I did promise you a shower."

The gleam in her eye was back again. I led her into my ensuite and set the temperature for the water. As I turned back, I saw perfection. She had taken off her fleece and t-shirt. I had seen her naked in pre and post mission exams so I knew how lovely she truly was, but this was different. I pressed my palms to her breasts, feeling the nipples rise to the heat of my hand, smoothing my hands over her pale skin, the minor imperfections of old injuries just making her unique in my eyes. This was no fantasy, no goddess but a living breathing human being. And she was offering herself to me in the most wonderful way.

She fingered the collar of my shirt. "Your turn, I think. I mean, you've seen all of this before. I've never seen you… thought about it, yes. Imagined…" As she spoke her hands went from my collar to the hem of my shirt and she started to lift it. I raised my arms so that she could lift it over my head and she tossed it into the corner where her own clothes were heaped. Her fingers did not fumble as the catch on my bra succumbed to her sure touch. Her hands cupped my bare breasts, her eyes raked over me from tip to toe.

"As I said, perfect," she whispered.

I moved closer, my hand on the waistband of her shorts. I slipped my fingers into the cleft of her thighs, felt how damp the thin material was. Oh, I had her complete attention all right. I pushed the material over her hips taking her pants with them. Gravity took them the rest of the way down her slim muscled thighs. She stepped out of them. Definitely a natural blonde – but I already knew that.

Her hands slipped under the waistband of my shorts, cupping my ass and pulling me closer to her. Her fingers massaged my butt cheeks as we kissed. I stepped out of my underwear and stepped into the shower pulling her with me.

She held me close, the water pouring over our bodies. I laid my forehead on her shoulder, her hands roaming down my back. She was whispering something but it was difficult to hear above the noise of the water. I lifted my head so I could hear her better.

"Let this not be a dream, oh god let this not be a dream."

My hands tangled in her wet hair as I pulled her face down to mine and kissed her thoroughly. Eventually, I let her come up for air.

"Not a dream," I said firmly. I reached by her for my shower gel and poured some on my hands then started to soap her chest starting with her shoulders and working down over her breasts and the taut skin of her belly. Suds trickled down her legs. Her face and neck were flushed, not just from the heat of the water. Her eyes opened and I gasped at the emotion that shimmered in their depths.

"Please," she whispered.

"My pleasure," I smiled. She put her arms around me, her head resting on my shoulder as I slipped two fingers inside her cleft, my thumb pressing against her clit a slow circling motion exciting her as I began to pump my fingers. It did not take long, she was almost there just on sexual tension alone. I felt her lips graze my collarbone, her hands smooth down my back again. When she came she came hard, her voice squeaking out my name, the palm of my hand suddenly filled with warmth. She shuddered and I braced her against me in case she slipped. That would be one accident report I would have to gloss over. "The Captain suffered a slight head injury whilst receiving hand relief in the shower at the residence of Chief Medical Officer." Nah. Better to be safe than sorry. And the water was getting cold.

I let the water wash the soap from her skin as her breathing slowed to something approaching normal. I turned off the water and led her out. She seemed dazed – I was pretty sure she hadn't bumped her head and was a little quieter than I was comfortable with. I wrapped a towel around her and handed her another one for her hair then took care of myself before leading her out into the bedroom.

"Janet, I…"

I deliberately turned away from her. If she was going to say that this all had been one big mistake I would not be able to hide my disappointment. I had to retain some self respect.

Something in my body language must have alerted her. Her hand was on my shoulder turning me back to face her. "Hey, it's okay. Janet – all I wanted to say was that was one of the most wonderful experiences I've ever had and well, you didn't… " she gestured, `you know."

"Oh, don't worry," I smiled, reassured that she had no regrets. I brushed a strand of damp blonde hair out of her eyes, reached in and stole another kiss. "Plenty of time – today and any other day. Just having you here, knowing that you want to be here, you want to be with me." I shrugged realizing that I probably wasn't making that much sense. "Well, that's more than I could ever have hoped for."

She glanced across to the bed, quirked that eyebrow again. Had she been taking lessons from Teal'c? "I have no where else I need to be – no where else I'd rather be." Those long fingered hands were straying across my skin again. I watched as her eyes darkened a shade or two. "If you've got nothing planned…"

I glanced at the clock. School would not be out for another hour or more and Cassie had soccer practice for an hour after that. Plenty of time, I hoped. "Nothing pressing," I said, taking hold of her hand and positioning it where I wanted to be touched. That grin again. I felt the twitch, the burn begin. It was going to be a long, glorious afternoon.

The End

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