Sam bunched her skirt up as she slipped her cargo
pants up. This caused her to have a severely
mis-shapen mid-section, but she didn't care; it was
better than riding through town on her Indian getting
stares and freezing her ass off. She pulled her
leather jacket from the locker and slipped into it as
she kicked the door shut.
The door to the lockers opened and Dr. Amy Roth
entered, already unbuttoning her uniform blouse. She
smiled when she saw the major and sat in front of her
own locker. "Hey, Major Carter," the doctor said.
"What're your plans for tonight?"
Sam closed the front of her jacket, hoping the other
woman hadn't noticed her attire. "Um... just...
heading home. Sleeping until tomorrow."
"It's ungodly," Amy sighed, tossing her shirt into
her locker. "Working until 0330 on Christmas Eve..."
Sam smiled. "I guess it's partially our fault."
Amy's eyes widened. "Oh! Oh, no, I wasn't blaming you
guys." SG-1 had been late returning from their latest
mission, causing the medical staff to stay behind and
wait to give them their standard post-mission
examinations. The raven-haired woman smiled and
slipped into a regular plaid shirt. As she buttoned
it, she said, "You know, you and Jan-- Dr. Fraiser -
are welcome to come over and spend the holidays with
me and 'Lotte."
Charlotte Parker was Dr. Amy Roth's live-in lover.
Hammond and most everyone else at the SGC was in the
dark regarding the relationship, but Sam and Janet had
been very involved with the two getting together. Sam
zipped up her jacket and said, "Thanks for the offer,
but I think we're staying in most of the day. My dad
said he'd try to convince Selmak of the importance of
this holiday and stop by... We haven't heard word yet,
though." She thought of the alien residing in Roth's
mind and asked, "How is Natoris dealing with the
holidays?"
Amy rolled her eyes. "Don't ask. Every five damn
minutes, it's 'what is this, what is that'... It's
like living with a three-year old with an amazing
vocabulary." Her voice suddenly deepend and she
intoned, "A three-year old who saved your life." Amy
blinked, shaking her head and looking flustered.
"Sorry. Didn't mean to go into Natoris mode on you."
Sam smiled and moved to the door. "I'll see you in
2002, Dr. Roth," she said, since SG-1 wasn't scheduled
for another mission until the third of January.
"Um, Sam?" The doctor asked.
"Uh-huh?" Sam turned, now just eager to get out of
there.
Roth indicated the major's ballooning pants. "Are
you... putting on some pounds?"
Sam smiled a toothy grin and said, "Ho, ho, ho." She
stepped into the hallway, letting the door swing
slowly shut behind her.

---

Sam quietly walked her bike into the garage, hoping
she wouldn't disturb the women sleeping inside. She
knelt, digging in a box of tools until she found the
three gifts they had hidden for Cassie. She then
opened the fuse box and withdrew the one small present
she had hidden from Janet. Setting all of the
beautifully-wrapped presents on a workbench, she
quietly stripped out of her pants and jacket, opening
the back door of Janet's car and placing them on the
back seat. She knelt next to the driver's side mirror
and examined her make-up.
The eyeshadow needed a touch-up, so she pulled out a
small handbag and reapplied a little of the crystal
blue powder. Squinting, she couldn't tell if her lips
were blue from the lipstick or the cold ride home.
Finally, she ran a hand through her hair and smiled at
her reflection. She straightened, looking down at her
outfit.
It was a low-cut red dress with white fur running
along the top. She adjusted the underwire, hoping it
helped accentuate her chest. The skirt was flared
slightly so that even the most limited motion of her
hips revealed the red panties below. The entire outfit
was topped off with a pair of green knee-high boots
and a Santa hat that she withdrew from the bag on the
side of her bike. Satisfied that the look was
complete, she picked up the packages and headed into
the house.
Christmas music was playing softly on a CD player,
the kitchen lit with only a single candle. Sam
approached and saw a small, white card propped against
the stereo. In the blonde's handwriting, the note
read: "Be sure to stay up for Santa!" Sam held back a
cry of relief. She had been nervous about this plan
from the beginning; afraid she was being too silly.
She turned and moved through the kitchen door to the
living room. A plate - one of Janet's finest China
dishes - sat on the hearth before a roaring fire, a
glass of milk sitting next to it. Janet had written
her own note and placed it atop the cookies: "For
Santa only. Don't touch Sam!"
The blonde supressed a giggle and looked at the
couch. The doctor was laying on the cushions, her back
to the kitchen door, curled up under a shawl. Sam
sighed, then moved to the cookies. She laid the
presents near the tree and picked up a gingersnap. 'My
favorite,' she mused as she took a bite.
"Why, Santa," came a sleep-weary voice from the
couch. Sam turned to see the brunette rubbing her
eyes. "I believe you've gone on a diet."
Sam stood, still nibbling on her cookie. "Actually,
Santa got caught up in Ohio... He asked me to deliver
to Colorado. Do you mind?" She knelt next to her
lover, looking up into Janet's sleepy gaze.
"Oh, no," Janet whispered, running her hands through
Sam's hair. "It's just what I wanted." She smiled.
"Hi, honey."
Sam whispered, "Bonjour, ma petite..."
"French?" the doctor queried.
"Yeah," Sam laughed. "The world we just got back from
spoke a French dialect. Two years in high school made
me, in Colonel O'Neill's words, an expert."
Janet raised one russet eyebrow. "I know something
you're more expert at."
Sam grinned and lowered her head, lightly kissing the
doctor at the juncture of her collarbones. Janet
smiled and leaned back. "Yep... that would be it." Sam
raised her head and gently pushed aside the cloak
Janet had been sleeping under. The doctor was wearing
a thermal undershirt with three buttons leading up to
the neck. Two of the three were undone. Slowly, Sam
undid the third and spread the material apart, wishing
her lover had worn something a little easier to slowly
ease out of. Janet rested her head on the back of the
couch, her half-closed eyes turning to the tree. She
saw the presents were in place and smiled.
Without warning the brunette, Sam moved her lips down
and found the nipple through the thickness of Janet's
shirt. Her lips and tongue moved with the knowledge
only a long-time lover would have, her tongue lightly
swabbing the area and rolling over the erect bud of
the doctor's nipple. Janet bit her lower lip, letting
her eyelids close completely as Sam switched breasts.
As her tongue worked overtime, the blonde flattened
her palms against the brunette's thighs and slowly
slipped upward. Sam was relieved to find Janet wasn't
wearing underwear.
Janet quietly moaned, then whispered, "Why, Mrs.
Clause... what would Santa say?"
Sam closed her teeth around Janet's nipple, tasting
her lover's flesh below the cotton as she said, "Ho,
ho, ho."
Janet laughed, then raised her hand and covered her
mouth to avoid waking Cassie. "Ooh, Sam... maybe we
should move this somewhere more private..."
"Can't," Sam hummed against the other woman's excited
flesh. She raised her head, moving her hands to
Janet's sides and gently lowering the doctor to the
cushions.
Janet protested as Sam started to lift the mediocre
covering of her thermal undershirt. "Sam, wait...
Cassie..."
"Is upstairs... asleep... please, Janet." She crawled
onto the couch, her Santa hat in disarray and the thin
shoulder straps of her dress riding on her upper arms.
The shirt was now bunched around Janet's bare breasts,
her nipples straining upward in the flickering
firelight. Sam scooted forward, pressing one hot thigh
against her lover's center. Janet bit her lip and
closed her eyes, gently rubbing along the familiar
flesh of the blonde's thigh.
Sam's heart was pounding as she reached behind
herself and gently lowered the zipper. The material
fell away from her chest and Janet groped at it,
pulling it down and hungrily examining the
already-memorized expanse of bare skin. There wasn't
time for her to stand up and completely remove the
Santa outfit... and even if there had been, neither
woman would have been able to extract herself for the
time necessary.
Gently, Janet raised herself up as Sam lowered
herself. Their breasts met in the middle, weighing
against each other. Lightly, Sam kissed each of her
lover's closed eyelids, letting her tongue flicker
over the brunette's sweat-dotted forehead. Their lips
met as if magnetically charged, their tongues dancing
past each other to roll and tease in the warm
confines. When they broke apart for air, Sam kept her
lips tightly pressed against Janet's and whispered,
"God... it's been four and a half years... how do you
still make me feel this way?"
Janet licked the blonde's questioning lips, moving to
kiss a trail along the taller woman's jawline. "I
could ask you the same thing, beautiful."
They kissed deeply, Janet pausing and putting a hand
on each of Sam's shoulders. Sam closed her eyes and
let the doctor take over; they had done this a few
times before. Slowly, Janet inhaled through her nose
and exhaled into Sam's parted lips. Sam accepted the
air, pulling apart and holding her breath for a
second. Then, opening her eyes, she pressed her lips
against Janet's and returned the breath to her. Both
women shivered during the ritual, then collapsed
against each other.
Janet let one hand trace down Sam's spine, skipping
over the bundle of clothing around the blonde's hips,
and found the elastic band of her lover's costume
panties. She let her nimble fingers find their way
inside and slip between the round cheeks of Sam's ass.
Sam pulled back, looking into Janet's eyes as their
lips met. Janet kept eye contact with her lover as she
circled the ring of sensitive flesh with the pad of
her index finger. She could feel the rise and fall of
Sam's breasts against her own; the blonde was on the
verge of hyperventilating.
They touched tongues as Janet finally penetrated the
tight hole. Sam whimpered into her lover's mouth; they
had only done this once before, on Deauna while under
the influence of the local liquor. Janet pulled back
slightly, whispering, "Are you okay?"
Sam nodded and closed her eyes as one of Janet's
delicate fingers gently sank deeper into her anal
cavity. Sam's jaw dropped, her shoulders rising and
head craning to the right. Janet felt the muscles
clench around her invading finger and just as slowly
withdrew it. Sam sighed, her eyebrows arching in
either disappointment or relief. Janet pressed her
lips to the corner of Sam's mouth. "Did I hurt you?"
Quietly, as if not wanting to admit it, Sam replied,
"Yes, a little... I just need to get used to it." She
kissed Janet's lips once more. "I want to get used to
it with you."
Janet accepted Sam's probing tongue, their lips
moving together in an exquisite symphony. She moved
her hand, taking her finger from the soft ring and
cupped one of Sam's rounded rear cheeks before sliding
down between the blonde's lithe legs and feeling the
warmth and wetness greet her. Sam bit Janet's tongue
gently, thrusting down against the brunette's hand.
The blonde apparently decided that turnabout was fair
play as Janet suddenly felt the oval pad of Sam's
index finger glance off of her clitoris. She whimpered
into the blonde's mouth, begging for more than a
fleeting contact.
The Christmas CD playing in the kitchen, they
realized, was now playing the extraordinarily
appropriate "All I Want For Christmas Is You."
Sam released Janet's lips and began to kiss the
tanned column of her lover's neck. They held each
other tightly, Janet whispering various accolades as
Sam explored every well-traveled inch of skin. Their
fingers performed a ballet between their entwined
legs, moving in perfect concert with each other.
As climax approached, Sam brushed her fingers along
the slit of Janet's sex, wetting her fingers. She drew
the hand up, examining her three wet digits in the
firelight before painting them along the doctor's
parted lips. Janet smiled during the application, then
repeated the process on Sam's lips. They refrained
from kissing and kept themselves from licking their
lips. They simply looked at each other with their
cum-moistened mouths. Finally, Janet cupped one
elegant hand at the back of Sam's head. Sam repeated
the motion, holding Janet's head ever-so-lightly in
her hand. As their lips drew closer and closer, Janet
whispered, "You want some French, honey? Je t'aime,
Samantha. Je t'aime." She thrust three fingers of her
free hand into Sam's sex as their lips touched.
Sam cried out, her eyes flickering open before her
tongue dropped into the brunette's eager mouth. The
unexpected intrustion, plus the lovely murmur of
Janet's whispered proclaimation had pushed the major
over the edge. Her hips were involuntarily thrusting
as she came, covering Janet's hand and lap with her
juices. Janet made a quiet 'mmm' as she began to
crest, her lower body quaking beneath Sam. The blonde
moved both hands up, cupping the brunette's face and
gently separating their faces. Sam took a deep breath
before she leaned back down. They kissed three more
times before they could finally stay apart.
"What time is it?" Janet whispered, her voice husky.
Sam glanced at the wall clock. "God... Almost six."
"Six?" Janet gasped. She cursed, reluctantly sliding
out from beneath her lover's legs. She took Sam's hand
and led the blonde upstairs.
Sam smiled at the sight; Janet, her shirt still
bunched around her breasts was running up the stairs
with thighs wet from very recent sex. She was followed
by a blushing blonde with a Santa suit hanging around
her midsection. They made it to their bedroom and
closed the door without Cassie seeing them. Sam turned
the lock and immediately felt Janet's hands winding
around her hips. The brunette was pressing against her
back, her lips nuzzling the soft skin at the back of
her neck. Pausing in her oral exploration, Janet
whispered, "Why'd you lock the door?"
"So Cassandra doesn't walk in on this," Sam grunted,
turning and grabbing her lover by the hips. Before the
doctor had time to protest, she was airborne, flying
towards the bed. She landed on the mattress with a
loud *thump!* and tried to orient herself. She didn't
have time, however, as Sam was already on top of her.
Their lips were melded in a burning kiss, Sam's
fingers moving to extract Janet's arms from the
sleeves of her shirt.
Janet fingered the soft material of Sam's Santa suit
and in a throaty grumble, asked, "Is this rented?"
Sam nodded, then answered with a throaty, "Yess."
The doctor pressed a kiss to Sam's throat, feeling
the strong pulse of the blonde's heartbeat throb below
her lips as she tore the dress and tossed it aside.
"Too damn bad."
Sam rolled onto one side, eagerly removing the boots
and kicking them off the side of the bed. Janet,
meanwhile, pulled the undershirt over her head and
gripped it tightly in one hand. She slipped it around
Sam's head, using it to pull the blonde up into
another probing kiss. As their lips and tongues
tangled, Janet wound the material into a long rope and
took one of Sam's hands. She carefully wound the shirt
around the wrist and raised it to the headboard. Her
eyes found Sam's, asking permission.
The blonde was at a loss for words. She had never
been with a lover who tied her up... nor had she ever
trusted one as completely as she did Janet. She nodded
slowly, biting her lip and watching as Janet looped
the shirt around the headboard. Sam was relieved to
see the only action necessary for her to escape was a
simple tug of her wrists.
Once Sam was safely secured, Janet began to blaze a
trail down the prone woman's body. She planted herself
on the major's firm belly, their eyes locking in a
fleeting glance before the doctor continued downward.
She placed a finger on each of Sam's nipples, pushing
them down and watching them spring back to life when
she removed her hand. Scooting lower on the bound
woman's body, Janet found herself seated on her
lover's upper thighs. She traced a finger through the
sheen of sweat that had accumulated on Sam's stomach,
dipping into her navel before traveling down to the
downy patch of blonde hair between the taller woman's
legs.
Janet lifted her finger to her lips, slowly exploring
the salty taste of Sam's sweat. Finally, she moved her
hands to the crux of Sam's thighs and raised herself
up. Sam spread her limbs slowly, exposing herself to
the chocolate gaze of the doctor. Janet carefully ran
the tip of her tongue across her lower lip. "Very...
nice," she whispered.
She looked up, locking eyes with Sam once more. In
the pre-dawn light filtering through their window,
Janet could have sworn that the major's irises had
become brown. She blinked, leaning forward. With a
smile, she realized that the major's pupils were
dilated, her breathing shallow. Blonde hair clung to
her forehead and cheeks like they had been plastered
to the flesh. Janet relaxed between the blonde's legs
once more, bringing one hand to her lips and engulfing
three digits, running her tongue over them as she kept
eye contact with the major.
Slipping the wetted fingers from her mouth, Janet
placed the tips of the first two against Sam's wet
core. Sam whispered, "Juh..." She swallowed, closing
her eyes. "Je t'aime, my darling." The doctor thrust
her fingers into the blonde, burying them to the first
knuckle. Sam arched her back, her entire upper body
losing contact with the mattress. "Je t'aime," Sam
gasped. "Je t'aime, je t'aime, je t'aime!" She
collapsed once more, thrusting her hips against
Janet's hand.
The lovely doctor slowly pumped into her lover, using
her thumb to draw circles around the engorged
clitoris. Rolling her head on the pillow, her eyes
tightly screwed shut, Sam half-panted, half-grunted,
"Je t'aime, je t'aime, je... je... God, Janet, God...
God, I love you, I love you I love you I love you I
LOVE YOU!" With the last gasp, she ripped her hands
free from the shirt and immediately clasped her hands
around Janet's head. She moaned, "I love you," before
swallowing the doctor's lips in a ravenous kiss. Janet
continued to thrust until she felt the warm gush of
juice coating her hand and forearm.
Sam's body trembled long after the orgasm and she
collapsed on the bed, pulling Janet's back to her
breasts. They spooned in the afterglow, knowing that
soon they would be bombarded by the Christmas
explosion of Jack and the team, of Cassandra and
Teal'c, of dogs and presents and eggnog and mistletoe.
They simply held each other, their bodies sated and
their bodies covered with perspiration. Sam kissed the
back of Janet's neck and she finally rested her chin
on the younger woman's shoulder. "Honey?"
"Mmm?"
"Did you... I mean, did you... finish at all?"
Janet grinned. "I did, love."
Sam brushed the backs of her fingers along her
lover's stomach, stopping at the pubic bush before
rising up to encircle her navel. "I love you, Janet."
"I love you, too, Sam. More than life." She turned
her head to face Sam. "Merry Christmas."
They kissed gently, no tongues or requests to go
further with the kiss. They finally moved apart and
Janet rested her head on one of Sam's breasts, her
eyes closing as soon as she relaxed. A few second
later, the soft snore that Sam had grown to adore
began to rise from the petite woman. Sam pressed her
lips to Janet's bare shoulder and pulled the blanket
over their exhausted bodies. It might not be long
before Cassie woke them... but they would relish
whatever time they did have.

~End~