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SOUNDTRACK: Peggy Lee 'Fever' written by J. Davenport and E. Cooley.
Thanks to the On Line Calendar for Saints Days for some of the names. And to an episode of "Waiting for God" for St Kermit and all the little Frogs
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Spring Fever
Or
The Eve of St. Ermintrude
By Celievamp
Sam could hear the music as soon as she got out of the car. Peggy Lee. Oh oh.
++Never know how much I love you
Never know how much I care
When you put your arms around me
I get a fever that's so hard to bear
Listen to me baby, hear every word I say
No one can love you the way I do
'Cause they don't know how to love you my way++
Sam ran upstairs. At first she thought the bedroom was empty then she heard the door close behind her and turned in time to be tackled by five foot two of very naked doctor. She fell onto the bed, Janet quickly taking control of the situation, straddling her body and already trying to undo her shirt.
"Janet! Wha…mmmphgh!" Janet's mouth fastened on hers, an open loving kiss that could go on for eternity as far as Sam was concerned. Whatever she had wanted to say flew out of her head, along with her capacity for speech and any kind of higher reasoning. Oxygen was becoming an issue when Janet at last came up for air.
"Want you now. Here. Need you, Sammie. Need you so badly."
++You give me fever, when you kiss me
Fever when you hold me tight
Fever in the morning
Fever all through the night++
"Uhhh… okay," Sam said, still a little woozy. She tried to remember if this was a special occasion. It wasn't the anniversary of their first kiss, or their first official date or any of the other anniversaries they had made up along the way. It wasn't their wedding anniversary. It wasn't either of their birthday's. Nor was it Cassie's birthday or the dog's or the cat's. It wasn't a national holiday. She didn't think it was a Saint's day either. Janet had been known to celebrate them in the past. Sam still had her doubts about St Pollyanna's Day, the eve of St Chlothildis and St Kermit's Day but Janet was the one with the convent education. Sam was ashamed of herself that she had thought about checking on the Internet. She had even contemplated asking Daniel if he knew of them. Janet could have made them up of course… Janet's tongue slid around her navel and Sam lost the plot again.
Janet had unbuttoned her shirt and pulled her t-shirt out of her trousers. Her tongue was tracing patterns over Sam's abdomen, pausing now and then to gently bite at the soft skin, her teeth barely grazing her. One hand was pushing up Sam's bra, the other was unfastening the button on her trousers. Sam supposed she should help but she seemed to have no feeling in her body apart from those areas where Janet was touching her, tasting her. Sam concentrated on breathing, her eyes closed, fists clenching and unclenching as sensation after sensation travelled over her skin, through her bones lighting up her nervous system awakening her lizard brain. She hoped that she never got used to this kind of greeting.
++Sun lights up the daytime
Moon lights up the night
My eyes light up when you call my name
'Cause I know you're gonna treat me right++
Then Janet was pulling her into a sitting position, her head spinning at the sudden altitude shift. Her shirt, t shirt and bra were removed in short order, Janet kneeling on the bed, sitting on her thighs, her lips working along Sam's jawline, down her throat, pausing at the spot that always drove Sam wild. It was like a bolt of electricity going through her from the top of her head to her core. Reanimated, Sam wrapped her arms around her lover and managed to pull her up so that they were at eye level again.
"Not that I'm complaining or anything, but what's going on?"
"I missed you," Janet said, renewing her attack on Sam's throat, kissing and cat licking at her sweet spot. Sam closed her eyes, drinking in the sensations flooding through her body. And Janet hadn't touched her anywhere south of the border yet.
As if divining her thoughts, Janet pushed her flat again and started work on the zipper of her trousers. She pulled them down along with Sam's pants, urging her to raise her hips so that she could pull them off completely. They landed somewhere over the other side of the room. Janet straddled Sam, touching their centres, smiling as she heard Sam gasp when she realised how hot Janet already was.
"Why do I get the feeling I'm about to be ravished?" she smiled.
"You have no idea," Janet growled. Sam's smile grew impossibly wider. She reached up to run her fingers through Janet's fine dark hair, watching as Janet's liquid chocolate eyes went a shade or two darker as her thumbs brushed along the smaller woman's cheekbones as she brought Janet's head down so that she could kiss her, Janet's hands moving up to rest on Sam's shoulders and then down again to cup her breasts, her thumbs rubbing slowly over Sam's nipples.
++You give me fever, when you kiss me
Fever when you hold me tight
Fever in the morning
Fever all through the night ++
Sam gasped, closing her eyes again to better appreciate the sensations running through her. "So, what's the occasion, again?" she asked, her voice squeaking a little as Janet pressed harder into her nipples.
"Does there have to be an occasion?" Janet asked innocently. "Can't I just give my girl some loving?"
"Any time, you know that," Sam said. "Any…" Janet's tongue swiped across her left nipple and then her lips closed on it, suckling gently for a moment, before switching to her other nipple for a moment or two.
Then the unthinkable happened. Janet stopped. "You really want to know?" she asked, lifting her head to look Sam in the eye. Sam nodded. "The Eve of St Ermintrude," she said before resuming her attack on Sam's willing body.
The Eve of St What? She had to be making that up. Sam decided to call her on it. "Jan – ohmygoddon'tstop!" The fingers of Janet's right hand were between Sam's legs now, stroking, stoking, rubbing. Sam knew she was being played in oh so many ways and decided she didn't care. If this was the kind of loving she was going to get then she would light a candle to St Ermintrude any time. And St Kermit and St Bernard and St Molingus and any other Saint that Janet cared to worship with her. On her. In her.
++Fever, when you kiss them
Fever, if you live and learn
Fever, 'til you sizzle
What a lovely way to burn++
The End