Janet’s Cat

“What a beautiful pussy. Here, pussy.”

“Sam, please, this is uncomfortable.”

“She’s lovely.”

“She’s never been photographed before.”

“Look! She just winked at me.”

“She is not. Don’t be silly.”

“Janet, I wish you could see what I see. She’s beautiful, soft and warm.”

“She’s catching a draft.”

“Here, let me get closer. You’re going to love this.”

“I seriously doubt it.”

“You’re a doctor. How can you not think this is beautiful? It’s natural!”

“Unusual.”

“Janet, please.”

“When did you get to be such a feminist, anyway?”

“I’ve always been a feminist. Just a quiet one.”

“So now you’re coming out with me as the subject.”

“You and pussy, here.”

“Sa-am.”

“Janet. Please pet her.”

“No.”

“Really! I want to see cream on her lips.”

“Honestly, Sam, I wish I never got you that camera.”

“Goddess, you are incredibly beautiful. These pictures are going to show you what I see when I look at you and why I love to kiss —”

“When I asked you take an intimate portrait, this is not what I meant.”

“It’s just between us, sweetheart.”

“Cross your heart.”

“Absolutely.”

———

“Let’s look at the images on slide show.”

“Oh, no. One picture’s enough. Pick your favorite.”

“Janet, are you denying this artist her first showing?”

“Argh! You have no idea how vulnerable this feels, Sam.”

“Not for long. I can’t wait for you to photograph me.”

———-

“Settle down.”

Laughing, “I can’t believe we’re doing this!”

“We are. But this is payback. Now lie back, assume the position and prepare to suffer.”

“Yes, ma’am, Major ma’am. Total submission and vulnerability. Right away.”

“Oh, Goddess … I see what you mean.”

“Problem?”

“Nooooo, not … exactly.”

“Ahhh.”

“So … um, go … on …”

“What?”

“Jesus, you’re gonna make me say it?”

Shrugging, “You’re the doctor.”

“Sam, pet the pussy.”

“You’re the photographer. Tell me what you want.”

“I don’t care what you do as long as I can see some cream on her lips.”

“Ah, you want her to come for you.”

“Whatever you want.”

“She’ll come whenever you call. You know that. Oh! She hears you … Look, she’s coming …”

“Stay in one place. You’re moving around too much. I’m taking a picture.”

“Uhhh, too late. You cccalled and she’s coming. I think she wants a … yes, a kiss, Janet.”

“If I kiss her, I can’t take her picture.”

“Ssssure you can. Self-ttttimer. Oh, see? You like that don’t you, girl …. Mmmmm …. Oh, yeah … Goddess …. Yes … Oh, Jaaaaanet ….. Aaaaaahhhhh … Uuuuh …. Yes, Yes, Yeeessssssss!”

Click.

——

author’s note 1: This story was inspired by the work of Betty Dodson. Please visit http://dodsonandross.com/

author’s note 2: This is an original work of derivative fiction. Links to this page are very welcome, however please do not re-post or archive.

Falling

“Whooooaaaa!

“Ahhh!”

“Janet, you ok?”

“Just peachy.”

“We’re stuck. Temporarily, that is. I’ll figure this out.”

“You’ll figure this out,” Janet says at the same time.

They laugh.

“You will. How can I help?”

“You can start by moving your right hand.”

“OK. Why?”

“It’s on my breast.”

“Oh, God, I’m sorry Sam. I thought it was … never mind.”

“I take it you can’t see anything, either.”

“Nope.”

“How much room do we have? Is there any space behind you?”

“Uh, let me try … Yeah,” she sighs as she rolls off Sam onto her back. “When I stretch my right arm out, I can just barely touch a rock wall. How ‘bout you?”

“This one’s closer. And it’s angled over me. I don’t think I can sit up.”

Janet wiggles around. “Sam, … Ow, dammit. No, I can’t either.

“OK, then, how’d we get here?”

“As I recall, Captain, you were about to tell me something. You tripped. I grabbed for you. Together we managed to get ourselves wedged … here … wherever ‘here’ is.”

“Oh, yeah. God, I feel clumsy.”

“Well, you’re not, normally. You were pre-occupied. What’d you want to say, Sam?”

“It’s strange to say it now. We really need to get out of here. Or find a way to survive til we’re rescued. That’s much more important.”

“I guess that depends on your perspective,” Janet whispers.

“What?”

“I said, ‘I guess that depends on your perspective.’”

“What do you mean?”

“Only that anything you have to tell me is important, Sam.”

“Oh. Well, first things first, right?”

“Sure. Um, can we go back the way we came in?”

“My flashlight fell on the way down. Use yours to have a look around.”

Janet clicks on her torch and two pairs of eyes follow the beam as she illumines the surrounding walls. “I can’t believe we got in here,” she says on a long exhale. “Let alone  in one piece.”

“Agreed. That tunnel is far too narrow, smooth and long to get out unassisted. Is there anything beyond our feet?”

“Ah, no. It looks like the crevasse becomes even narrower and then stops. Sam, this isn’t looking good.”

“Are you injured, Janet?”

“Not beyond bumps, bruises and scrapes, no. You?”

“I think I knocked my head on the way down. It aches and it didn’t before.”

“OK, tell me how many fingers I’m holding up.”

“Two.”

“Alright. Any blurred vision or other unusual sensations?”

“Just the headache. I think I’m ok, Janet.”

“I’ll be the judge of that. Come here.”

Sam scootches closer to the doctor on her right. Janet props the torch on a rock and turns onto her left side in order to palpate her colleague’s scalp and neck.

“Ow. You found it.”

“I’d like to give you a couple of scans when we get out of here to be sure, but I think you’ll be ok. Just tell me if you experience any changes in vision, your headache worsens or you get sleepy. Sam?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Are you with me?”

“Yes. I think we should call in our position.”

“Do you want me to do it?”

“If you don’t mind.”

Clicking on the radio in her right breast pocket, Janet calls out, “Fraiser to SG-1. Fraiser to SG-1. Come in.” She lets go of the button to listen.

A garbled response returns to her.

“This is Doctor Janet Fraiser to any SGC personnel within range. Sam and I have fallen down a crevasse and are stuck at the bottom. Assistance required. I say again, assistance required.”

Static is the reply.

“This is Fraiser. We’re stuck in a crevasse nine clicks north northwest of the gate. Does anyone read?”

Silence.

She tries again.

Silence.

“Sam?”

“Hmmm…”

Janet moves the light to illumine her friend’s face. “Sam! Are you with me?”

“With you. Falling …. with you ….”

“Sam! Wake up! Listen to me now. You need to stay awake! Talk to me, Sam.”

“Stay awake. Tell … a story.”

“That’s right, that’s right. I want you to tell me a story, Sam. One I haven’t heard before. It’s got to be exciting because I don’t want you to fall asleep. Understand?”

“Exciting … falling ….”

“We’re not falling, Sam. We’ve landed. We’re safe for now. Someone’s coming to help us out of here, I hope. But Sam, listen, in the meantime I need you to tell me a story. Make it a really good one. I don’t want to be bored.”

“Good story …”

“Yes. Tell me something about yourself, something you’ve done, something no one else knows.”

“Only one thing ….”

“OK, well, tell me that. Start at the beginning and don’t leave anything out.”

“I met someone.”

“Really? Anyone I know?”

“Yeah, but no one you’d ever, in a million, trillion years, guess.”

“Sam, are you in any pain?”

“No pain,” she laughs.

“OK. You let me know if you need any pain meds, ok?”

“’Kay.”

“So this person I know but would never guess, how did you meet?”

“At the base … few years ago.”

“Have you been on a date yet?”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“…doesn’t see me that way …”

“Are you sure? I know you don’t see yourself this way, but you really are a beautiful woman. I can’t imagine  …”

“Trust me … doesn’t ….”

“OK, so this is a one-sided attraction.”

“Yeah.”

“Tell me about him.”

“Gorgeous.”

“What else.”

“Smart. Funny. Accomplished. Sassy.”

“Are you in love, Sam?”

“Falling …. falling…..”

“You’re here with me, you’re not falling. Here,” Janet moves closer and pulls Sam next to her, hoping contact with another person will help ground her spinning mind. “This might help.”

“Jan’t.”

“I’m here.”

“It’s you. Falling ….”

“Yes, it’s me. You’re fine. You’re not falling. We’re at the bottom of the crevasse and I’m holding you, understand? You’re telling me a story. About someone you’re in love with. Tell me more. How did you first meet?”

“New to the base. Introductions. Shy. Awkward. Quiet.”

“You were shy, quiet and awkward when you met? That sounds like you. If I didn’t already know something about you from your file and SG-1’s first mission reports, I’d have missed you altogether myself. You have an incredible way of blending into the wall when you want to, Sam.”

“Hard to talk.”

“Then or now?”

“Then. So beautiful.”

“So in these few years since you met, what have you been doing?”

“Working,” she snorts.

“What else?”

“Spending time with you … and Cassie ….”

“And?”

“My bike …. dad …. brother … Schrödinger … “

“In other words, everyone but this person who’s captured your heart. Sam.”

“Wha’?”

“When we get out of this, and we will get out of this, you have got to tell this person how you feel. That’s all there is to it.”

“Am.”

“OK, then. It’s settled. The moment you’re out of hospital. Before you even see Cassie. Promise me.”

“Promise.”

“You’re wasting time, Sam. You won’t live forever, you know. And you deserve to be loved by someone who cares for you.”

“You … too ….”

“We both do, I know.”

“Who?”

“Who do I love? I love you and Cassie, my mom and brother, silly. And the program.”

“Serious.”

“No one who’s available, sweetheart.”

“S’rry.”

“Yeah. Me, too.”

“Doc? Carter?”

“O’Neill! We’re here! Sam’s drifting in and out of consciousness. She’s got a head injury. We need to get her treatment as soon as possible.”

“OK, we’ve got a rope and a harness here. Think you can get yourself into it and bring Sam up with you?”

“I’ll try, sir. Send it down! Sam, honey, wake up. Sam?”

“Uuuhhh …”

“The guys are here to rescue us, but Sam, Sam, you’ve got to help me, understand? I need you to hold onto me. Tight.”

“Falling ….”

“You’re not falling, Sam. I’m right here and they’re sending a rope and harness down. I’m putting the harness on but, Sam, I need you to hold onto me while they pull us up, ok? Hold on tight.”

“ … In love ….”

“Yes, you told me. I’m really glad for you. As soon as we’re out of here and cleared by Warner, I want you to tell this lucky guy how you feel. You promised, remember.”

“’member.”

“Good. Now, here’s the harness. I’m moving over so I can put it on, but I’m right here to your right. OK. Now, Sam, I need you to wrap your arms and legs around me. Can you do that?”

“Easy.”

“I hope so. Come on, you’ll need to use your strength to help me. I’ve got you clipped to me but I still need you to hold on.”

“Tight. Falling.”

“That’s right, hold on tight. No falling.”

“Falling … with you …”

“We already fell, yes, and now we’re being rescued. OK, O’Neill, we’re ready!” Janet tugs the rope for emphasis.

****

“I don’t understand it, sir. Why she’s still repeating this is beyond me.”

“As long as she’s comfortable, then I suppose we’ll have to wait til she regains consciousness,” General Hammond sighs.

“I suppose so. If you don’t mind, I think she needs peace and quiet now. I’ll let you know as soon as anything about her condition changes.”

“Thank you, Doctor.”

“You’re welcome. I’m going to stay on tonight to oversee her care, if you don’t mind.”

“Not as long as you get some sleep, as well, Captain.”

“Will do, sir.”

“See you in the morning.”

****

“Janet!”

“Sam, shhhh, I’m right here. I’m alright.”

“ … falling …..”

“Sam, listen to me. I’m right here with you. You’re safe. I’m safe. Feel my hand, Sam. Can you feel my hand in yours?”

“Falling … you ….” Sam moans.

“We fell, but now we’re alright. Both of us are alright.”

“…. in love ….”

“I remember. Tell me more.”

“You ….”

“Yes, you told me you’re in love. That you’ve been in love with someone for awhile. You promised me you’d tell that person as soon as you get out of the infirmary. Do you remember promising that, Sam?”

“Promise …. You.”

“Yes, that’s right. You promised me.”

Sam shakes her head violently. “No …. Janet, you.”

“What? There’s no one for me to tell, Sam. I told you that.”

“You … and me ….”

“Sam, I don’t understand …”

“Listen …”

“I’m trying, but Sam, you’ve suffered a head trauma. You need to rest now. You still have plenty of time to say what’s in your heart. Now’s the time to rest and recuperate, ok?”

“’Kay. Lat’r.”

“Yes. All this will wait til later. Sleep now. I’ll be right here when you wake.”

****

The doorbell rings.

“Just a minute!” Janet calls out as she wipes her wet hands on the legs of her jeans and moves to open the front door. She finds Sam on the front stoop holding a bouquet of peach roses. “Sam! What a surprise! Warner didn’t tell me he’d released you! Come in, come in.” Janet ushers her, first with a hug, and then with a hand on her back, into the foyer of her home.

“I asked him not to call. I wanted to surprise you. I have a promise to keep.”

“I remember, trust me. So, these must be for your beau? They’re lovely Sam. I’m sure he’ll be impressed. Care to sit down?”

“Thanks. Can I put them in water?”

“Sure. Hold on while I get a vase. Make yourself comfortable.” A few moments later Janet returns with the vase filled with flowers and water. “I don’t know why you stopped by here first, Sam. The promise was direct from the infirmary to tell your beau.”

“I know. That’s why I’m here. Janet, would you sit here with me. I’ve got something I want to tell you.”

“Sure, Sam. Anything I can do to help.”

“When my head was injured, you and Warner both said I kept talking about falling.”

“Yes. While we were waiting to be rescued and even back in the infirmary, you kept saying the word. I tried to reassure you as best I could, but you weren’t really coherent at the time. I hope you weren’t afraid …”

“I wasn’t afraid, Janet. I was frustrated.”

Janet’s eyebrows shoot up. “Frustrated? Why?”

“I was trying to tell you something. Something really important. Then we fell into the hole, and I guess I must have continued to try and tell you, but I couldn’t get it out right. You didn’t understand me. I got frustrated.”

“OK, well, I’m here now and listening. Your head is all better. Tell me.”

Sam reaches for the vase and presents the flowers to Janet. “These are for you.”

“Oh, Sam, these are beautiful, but why are you giving them to me? They’re for ….”

“They’re for you, Janet.”

Tears well in Janet’s eyes. She takes in a deep breathe and decides to say simply, “Thank you.”

“Do you know why they’re for you?”

“Because I helped you out of a tight spot. You didn’t need to …”

“Listen to me, Janet.” Sam grasps Janet’s hand and looks straight into her eyes. “They’re for you because I’ve fallen for you. Not just into a hole in the ground, but in love. I’ve fallen in love with you. It’s you, Janet. You.”

“Oh, Sam … Really?”

Sam nods.

“I don’t know what to say. I’m flabbergasted. Speechless ….Honored.” Janet takes Sam’s hands. “Your love is an honor and a gift, Sam.”

Sam swallows thickly. “Is it one you can accept? One you can reciprocate?”

Janet looks down at their hands and whispers, “Yes.” She looks up at Sam’s astonished face and moves her hands to her cheeks. “Yes. I can. I do. Already.”

Sam embraces her. “God, Janet. You don’t know how long I’ve waited to hear you say that.”

“I do. I’ve waited just as long.”

Pulling back and holding hands again, Sam ventures awkwardly, “So, um, well, would you like to go on a date?”

“I’d like that very much, Samantha. When were you thinking?”

“Well if you’re not busy tonight, I have reservations for two at La Maison. And then I thought we could take a walk along the Chamberlain trail afterwards. I’d bring you home, of course, at a respectable hour, since you live with your daughter.”

“How gallant. And what if I want to kiss you goodnight?”

“That would be yes.”

“Maybe we should practice, you know, so it’s not awkward, later,” Janet offers.

“Good idea,” Sam agrees, moving closer.

Janet gasps just before their lips touch, “Oh, Sam. Are we doing this?”

“I am. Are you?”

They kiss.

“Yes.”

****

Thud. Thud.

“Oooof!”

“Ow!”

“Sam, are you ok?”

“Yeah, but, Janet, I’ve got something I really need to tell you … I’ve been falling  …”

“… in love with you.”

“How’d you know?”

“I’ve been right with you.”

“The whole time?”

“Yeah.”

“Can I kiss you?”

“Please.”

****

“Watch it, Sam! That’s a hole there.”

Sam jumps over a step. “Thanks. I wasn’t looking where I was going. I guess I’ve been preoccupied.”

“I’ll say. What’s on your mind, anyway?”

“I’ve been thinking about falling in love.”

“Only you could think about something like that, Sam. Most people just do it. Like falling into that hole, there. It just happens before we know what hits us. Trust me, though, don’t analyze it. That’ll kill it right then and there.”

“That’s the thing Janet,” Sam says as she neatly side-steps another hole and continues on their walk through the grasslands of P2X-595. “I’ve already fallen. It’s already happened. I’ve wanted to tell you for ages. This is the first time we’ve been alone together in several weeks.”

“So … Who is it?”

“Do you promise not to laugh? Or be offended?”

“Jeez, this is serious. Absolutely. No scoffing. No offense.”

“You.”

“Me what?”

“It’s you.”

“Stop it, Sam. What are you talking about? What’s me? … Oh … Sam! ….. Really? I can’t believe it … are you sure?”

“OK, that answers my next question.”

“What? Oh, no, Sam, it’s not what you think. I’m just shocked is all. I can’t believe you feel this way because, well, …. I’ve fallen, too. Right along with you. For you.”

“Yeah?” Sam stops and looks at Janet.

“Yeah.” She stops and returns the gaze.

They share a tender kiss and then keep on walking.

“OK, so now what?”

“A date would be nice.”

“It would. I’ll court you properly. With flowers and restaurants, good night kisses on the front stoop, everything.”

“Oh, I don’t know, Sam. I’d kinda like to take you into my bed tonight.” Janet nudges Sam with her hip.

“Whoa!” Sam calls out as she slips into a hole with the next step.

Janet quickly reaches out to grasp her arm. “No you don’t! Get back here, Alice! Wherever you go, I go.”

Before she knows it, they’re both plummeting down a smooth stone tunnel at unbelievable speed.

They land on giant exhale into a thick cotton mattress.

Janet sits up and looks at Sam who, of all things, appears to be sleeping.

“Sam! Get up! What are we doing here?!

Sam groans, licks her lips, and rolls over to face her lover. “Relax. The kid’s not due back for,” she squints at the clock behind Janet, “another two hours. Or more. She’s out with her friends, remember? Come here,” she pulls Janet down toward her and envelops her in a warm and sensuous hug.

“Sam, I think I’m disoriented. What are we doing here together in my bed, um, naked? And why are you, uh, Sam, why are you ….Oh, God …”

“Shhh, sweetheart. You’ve just had a dream. A bad one, from the sounds of it. You’re alright now. We just made love. After a fantastic date together. I love you Janet. I really, really love you. You’re not having second thoughts, are you?”

“Um, with what you’re doing to me right now? No. It’s just that ….”

“You had a dream. Tell me about it. Maybe that will help it to go away and bring you back to me.”

“I was falling. We both were. You’d just told me you were in love with me and we were joking around and you slipped into a hole. I tried to catch you, but I went in, too. It happened again and again. And finally we landed here. In this bed. But you were asleep.”

“And that’s when you woke up?”

She nods. “I feel vulnerable, Sam. What am I doing here with you like this?”

“If I’m not mistaken, you’re loving me. Like we loved one another for three hours straight before dropping asleep in a sweaty heap on this bed. Janet, you’ve been falling. We both have. But it’s not down a hole, into a pit or stuck in a crevasse. It’s been into one another’s heart and embrace.”

“Really?”

“Here, let me remind you.”

Janet smiles shyly, then giggles. “Oh, ok. If you insist.”

~fin~

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Midnight Reflection

It was past midnight when I looked out the window of my studio. I saw Helen crouched at the water’s edge running her fingers lightly through the sand. I threw on a shawl and walked out quietly to meet her. She’s an intriguing woman. It’s the first time she’s stayed at my camp. She doesn’t seem the type, actually. Rather formal and reserved, yet oddly warm and layered. I can’t seem to help myself. I sleep with Miro when he shows up. And I’m magnetically drawn to her. Something in her eyes, though, tells me she has greater concerns than who could share her bed. Or her heart.

She’s dressed head to toe in black and I’m wearing nothing but my favorite shawl and a late summer’s tan.

“Nothing bites,” I venture. She doesn’t turn ’round but I can tell she knows it’s me. There’s an uncanny awareness in her presence.

“I’d like to go for a swim. Care to join me?” Her English-laced accent is utterly enchanting.

“Sure,” I say, dropping my shawl.

Unfazed, she stands and carefully removes each article of clothing, laying each one by one across a log straddling the shore to her left. She’s unencumbered by her vulnerability and beauty. Few naturalists have the physical ease she effortlessly exudes. And at the same time she seems almost … Victorian.

She turns to offer a smile to me, walks into the small waves lapping quietly against her feet and in a graceful arc dives under the silver moon’s reflection of the water’s surface.

As she rises, her face sparkles with droplets of water and her smile is fuller and deeper than before.

“Why do I have the feeling it’s been a long time since you’ve done this?” I ask, walking in to meet her.

“You’re intuitive.”

“It’s part of my art and business. It helps to know how to read people.”

“An invaluable skill, certainly. One I rely upon heavily myself.”

We swim into deeper water with a quiet breast stroke, water gently caressing at our skin. “Why are you here, Helen? I mean, if you don’t mind me asking. You don’t seem like someone who frequents a place like this.”

“I can’t say, exactly. I can tell you I’m here to help a few locals. I’m a research physician. I study unusual cases.”

“Oh.” My eyebrows rise up, then down.

“What about you, Gwen? How did you come to create the life you live?”

“A love of solitude and natural surroundings. I’m an artist most of the year. Then the influx of people into the campgrounds and naturalist community during the summer, feeds me socially, as well as financially.”

“This works for you.”

“It very much does. I feel satisfied …  most of the time, in most areas of my life.”

“Except one.”

“Well, yes. I do miss having a mate. Being in relationship deeply nourishes me. The man I’m seeing right now is emotionally stunted, to say the least. The sex is good, and damn, is he handsome. But lord almighty is he immature and shut down. I want to be known and cherished for all of who I am. What do you think, Helen? Is that too much to ask?”

“Too much? Not at all. Is it a lot? Yes.”

“What about you, who lives in your heart?”

“Far too many to count.”

“Really. Who’s with you every moment of every day? Whose very presence gives your life meaning?”

She swims over to me and rests a palm on my cheek. “You’re beautiful, Gwen. We’ve only just met so I’d sooner take you into my bed than answer such a personal question.”

I take in a deep breath and manage to whisper, “You would.”

She shrugs and turns to swim into deeper water. “Perhaps.”

“You’re teasing.”

“I would never play with your affections, Gwen.”

“You just …”

“I said perhaps. Why? Are you interested?”

“Well, of course, sure. You’re a beautiful wo…”

“Follow me,” she interrupts.

I swim after her, matching her stroke for stroke. In the middle of the lake she stops and turns to me, treading water.

I swim close to her. She holds my face in her hands and looking at me with soulful eyes, she slowly approaches and places a kiss on my lips. After a few moments of vibrant energy exchange, I open my mouth, allowing her tongue inside. Slowly, she drifts below the water’s surface. Still kissing, I follow. Several moments pass and I realize this breath-taking kiss has been literally without breath. And yet I’m breathing. My lungs are not starved for air. I feel filled with oxygen head to toe and filled with the essence of Helen Magnus through our connection. I reach out to stroke her side, moving closer as I do so. The water around her is so warm. It’s like a blanket of sacred wetness enveloping us. She moves one of her hands to my hip and I move closer still. Our breasts are floating and just touching. I allow my hand to skim her breast. Helen holds my ass. She slides her hands down to my thighs and lifts them, guiding me to wrap them around her waist. I take her between my legs, eager to feel her vulva caress my own. She holds me close and moves to kiss my neck. And then I feel it. There’s a presence between my legs, pressing to enter me. I want to look down to see what it is, but she’s holding me close. Is she packing a dildo? I didn’t see that. Not that that’s a problem …

“God,” I gasp as she slides it inside. It’s warm. This is no phallus. This is her. “Helen,” I try to utter through the water.

“How does this feel?” I hear in my mind.

“Um,” I burble again. “What are you doing?” I think.

“I’m pleasuring you, I hope. Am I?”

“God, yes!” I say inside my own mind.

“Good. I sensed this is your desire. I love remarkable women, Gwen, and you are remarkable. It’s an ecstatic joy to be with you like this.”

“You’re inside me. What are you using? God, this feels so good! Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop. Helen …please …”

“Let yourself go, Gwen. What you’re feeling is my clitoris. It’s enlarged to fulfill your every desire.”

“You’re not getting me pregnant, are you?” I joke.

“If you wish, I can.”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa! Helen …”

“Let go, Gwen.”

I do.

~~~

Nine months and one day later at the start of the summer, I hold a newborn daughter in my arms as a text message arrives.

Congratulations, Gwendolyn, dear.

Rest assured, you are a fine and loving mother.

Anything you desire or need, just ask.

Fondly,

Helen

I quickly reply ‘y-o-u’ and send.

At the end of the summer, while wading in the water late one evening after everyone had gone to bed, I sense Helen behind me. I turn, baby in arms, and see her, nude as the night we conceived our daughter.

“You’re back.” I turn away and press myself to her. “I want another,” I say. “Please.”

Without hesitation, Helen makes love with and impregnates me a second time as our daughter suckles drowsily at my breast. The call of our unified orgasm echoes across the lake.

The following spring this child is born and at the end of the summer, we conceive another.

The year after that, Helen stays for good when she visits and conceives our fourth child.

“God, I love you,” I say as she gives birth.

“Would you like another?”

“Yes.”

~~~

In the end we bear ten children together, all daughters. I seven and she three. They are all as beautiful as the day is long. I know my mate. I asked for and received a lot.

No one fills me mind, heart and soul like Helen Magnus.

~~~

That was thirty three years ago. And now in addition to being ambisexual, water-breathing and telepathic, I, too, am immortal.

As will be our daughters when they each procreate with a true love.

~~~

I am often asked, by those who dare utter such questions, what sex is like with Helen. Think of the goddess in the most beautiful, strong, flexible corporeal form you can imagine. Multiply it by three. Add compassion, passion and focus and take it to the n^th power. Add the universe past present and future. And that is, in a nutshell, loving, and being loved by, Helen Magnus.

What actually happens when we create a child together?

That, my friend, is a story for another time.

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Worth It

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“Sam?”

“Hmm . . .”

“Would you cut my hair? A trim?”

“Yeah?”

Janet smiled and looked over. “Yeah.”

“You’ve never asked before.”

Janet laughed. “You’re very precise.”

“OK.” Sam shrugged.

“I could use some help with the color, too. The roots are growing in.”

“Sure.”

“Sam?”

“Hmm …?”

“Would you mind stopping by the pharmacy on your way home tomorrow? I’ve got a long day and I don’t want to wait.”

In bed with her wife at the tail end of a long day, Sam looked over the rims of her reading glasses, set down the professional journal and sighed. “Janet, you’re beautiful. And . . . yes . . . by the time you get home tomorrow, everything will be taken care of. Cinnamon Ginger Rumba?”

“Thank you.” Janet kissed her. “’Night. Love you.”

“Always.”

Before leaving work the next day, Sam called their salon to ask questions.  Less than 45 minutes later, she left the pharmacy nearest their house humming very quietly to her self. On returning home, she read the note Cassie left for her on the kitchen counter indicating she was studying with Dominic at his parents’ place for a big exam they had the next day. Sam put leftovers in the oven to heat before setting the table, then brought the shopping bag along with various household supplies to their bathroom and set up the room. She anticipated Janet would be very tired and hungry by the time she walked through the door. She intended to make the evening as stress-free as possible.

When Sam heard the front door open, she called down the hall. “Dinner’s ready. I’ll be right there.”

“OK.” Janet dropped her bag by the door and went to the kitchen. She read Cassie’s note and cracked the oven door open to check on their dinner. By the time Sam returned, Janet had seated herself at the table and was serving up their plates. Footsteps crisply audible on the hardwood floor Sam approached behind Janet’s line of sight. She rested her hands on her shoulders, gave her a kiss on the cheek and squeezed the top-most shoulder muscles with her hands.

“Sam, that’s heavenly. I haven’t been touched all day. How are you?”

“Rested. More caught up on mission and research status reports and than I was when the day started, which feels great. And,” she said as she moved waves of Janet’s hair aside and kissed her neck, “I’m ready to help you take care of this. If you’ve  got the energy.”

“Please! It’s hard to look in the mirror … Come. Sit. Let’s eat.”

“Jan?”

She turned to look at Sam to find her love’s lips immediately upon her. “Mmm!”

Sam pulled back, a loving yet enigmatic expression in her eyes.

“What?

“You’re beautiful and I love you.”

“Thank you.” Janet gave her a kiss and returned the eye contact. “Now sit down. I want to tell you about my day.”

Between bites of bean and cheese burritos layered with guacamole and salsa and swigs of her favorite beer, Janet spoke animatedly of budgets, meetings, and not completely unexpectedly, budget meetings. These had been interrupted by two early returning off-world teams and another being dispatched with 20 minutes notice. It had worked, but the long hours Janet had been putting in for the last few weeks was beginning to take it’s toll. Sam knew quality time after dinner was just what she, the doctor of astrophysics, ordered.

Their conversation and meal complete, Sam cleared the table and sent Janet to take a shower. By the time she was clean and wrapped in a white cotton robe, Sam was ready.

“Just a trim,” Janet said as she settled herself back in the kitchen chair Sam had brought into the bathroom. She looked at Sam in the large mirror in front of them as her wife combed her fingers through her wet hair. “An inch and a half, maybe two?”

“Your wish is my command.”

Janet chuckled. “Somebody’s seen The Princess Bride too many times.”

“I do live with Cassie, sweetheart.”

Janet subtly shook her head with a smile as Sam draped a towel around her neck and shoulders.

“I picked up a good pair of shears. And a surprise.”

“What?”

“I want to give you a chance to consider it while I’m trimming your hair. Ever so precisely.”

Janet swallowed. “Yes,” she managed to gulp out as she felt Sam’s finger continued shifting sensuously through her hair. She watched Sam’s eyes in the mirror carefully tracking her.

“I bought the color you requested.” Sam paused in her sensory exploration, reached into the bag and withdrew a small box. “Which is lovely. It suits you very well. I also got this.” She placed the box into Janet’s hands and watched.

Janet examined it. “Sam, this color is … it’s my natural color. Why did you get this?” Janet looked up into Sam’s eyes in the mirror.

Sam moved around and crouched in front of Janet. She looked up searching Janet’s bemused eyes and grasped Janet’s hands which still held the box. “I love you with all my heart and soul. And you know by now, I hope, that I think you are radiant. Even at what you claim is your most ordinary, you …well, you take my breath away.”

Janet nodded  following what Sam was saying, yet her mouth was parted in awe.

“The choice is yours. I wanted you to know that if you ever get tired of coloring, you know, your hair you could always be yourself. I love you, Janet. Your hair could be purple with green stripes and it wouldn’t matter. There’s nothing you could do to your appearance that wouldn’t impress, attract and excite me because though I love how you look, that’s not what I love most.” Sam released Janet’s hands and rubbed her thigh.

Janet set the box on the counter. “Sam.” She touched her hands to Sam’s face, searching her eyes. Literally so gob smacked, Janet leaned forward and hugged her, a lone tear trickling down her cheek. As she caught her breath, sitting back to look at properly at her wife, she wiped away the tears. “I love the color I use. It makes me feel … I don’t know … energetic, more daring, I guess. I get a kick out of the fact that I can color my hair to enhance that aspect to my personality. But your words, sweetheart, they hold so much meaning and love. They really do. You do.”

“Your natural color won’t diminish who you are, Janet.”

“I know that. I really do.” For all the world, though, the wistfulness in Janet’s voice sounded like she was trying to convince herself.

“I love you. Do what makes you happy. Really and truly in your heart of hearts.”

Sam stood and returned to stand behind Janet. Finally, after a long pause, Janet allowed, “It would be easier not to color my hair.”

“How would you feel looking in the mirror? Or bringing a strapping 6’5” 250 pound Marine into line? Or, for that matter, handling Colonel O’Neill in a mood about being in the infirmary? Symbols are important to who we are. It’s a part of what makes us … human.”

Janet stared into the reflection of Sam’s eyes.

Sam ran her hand slowly and admiringly through Janet’s wet hair again meeting her gaze.

“Maybe a little naked,” she shrugged. “This shade is part of me. Part of what helps me to do my job. Well,” she laughed, “At least that’s how it feels. Rationally, I know, ‘Of course not!’ At the same time, I can’t seem to shake the feeling that going to work with my original color would be … I don’t know … somehow not strong enough. Like … I would be letting my professional guard down.”

“Your hair is a rich color with a vibrant deep shine.”

“And what’s weak about that? You’re right, but it reminds me of being young and inexperienced, I guess. And somehow making the color change organically happened as my professional knowledge and responsibilities grew. I don’t think I’d know how to command as a brunette.”

Sam smiled.

Janet laughed. “I’m being silly, I know.”

“Not silly.”

“And yet not completely rational, either!”

“I’ll help you color your hair for the rest of your life, if that is what you want, Janet. If you ever decide you don’t want to do it, always remember that I want you, I desire you no matter what.”

Janet swallowed against the lump in her throat.

Sam smiled, continuing. “You’ll always command my heart and I will always be here beside you, embracing you, and inside you.”

“God, Sam,” Janet said wiping a tear from her eye, “I’m getting wet.” She took in a long deep breath and released it. “OK.” Her face was neutral, decided.

Sam raised an eyebrow, silently soliciting clarification.

“Let’s do it.”

“I’ll do the trim. You can take whatever time you need with the color.”

“Sam?”

Sam raised both her eyebrows into the mirror.

“Stop talking and get to work.”

Sam snapped, “Yes, ma’am!”

It took over an hour but in the end, Janet’s hair was exactly 1.75 inches shorter than it had been when Sam had picked up the scissors.

After Sam removed the towel then used it to brush stray hair clippings from Janet’s robe, Janet stood up and looked at the floor. “From the look of things you took off a millimeter at a time.”

“Precision.”

“Anal-retentive.”

“Detail-oriented.”

“Obsessive perfectionism.”

“Foreplay.”

“Oh,” Janet allowed opening her robe to enfold Sam next to her skin, “Yeah.”

“Admit it. I know what I’m doing.” Sam leaned in for a kiss.

Janet moaned into the kiss. “Mmm,” she mumbled, “You do.”

After Sam released her lips and her hands, Janet turned and leaned forward to look at herself more closely in the mirror. She let her fingers filter through her hair, watching how it fell, then brushed a stray clipping from her cheek. “It looks great Sam. You did a really great job.”

“I’m glad you like it.” She touched her hands to Janet’s shoulders and leant her chin over one of them pressing their cheeks together. “Back rub?”

“I’d like to do the color, too.”

“Yeah?”

“I’ll surprise you with which one. Scoot so I can prepare it.”

Sam chuckled as she turned to leave. “Hot tea?”

“Thanks.”

Sam returned several minutes later with two mugs and a bottle of jojoba oil which she’d heated in a pan of water on the stove. She knocked on the bathroom door.

“Just a sec.”

“Don’t rush, Janet,” Sam spoke through the door. “There’s nothing to prove. Give yourself time.”

“No time like the present.”

Sam was silent.

“Nervous?” Janet asked.

“Maybe … excited.”

Janet opened the door. “Good. Come in.” She then sank back down on the kitchen chair, watching Sam in the mirror as she set down the tea and oil. She handed a mug to Janet, and took a long sip from her own.

“Are we doing the roots or the entire length?”

“Nice try.”

“Yeah, well,” Sam shrugged with a smile. “You can’t blame a girl for that.”

“The color needs freshening. We’re doing all of it.”

Sam set down the mug and went to work methodically parting sections of Janet’s hair, applying the paste Janet had prepared, and combing it in from root to tip. When she finished, she plastered Janet’s hair against her scalp, swaddled it in plastic kitchen wrap, then set the egg timer for the requisite set-time. She kissed Janet’s cheek and sliding her hand down her wife’s arm, clasped their hands together and silently led her out of the bathroom to their bed. “Lie down,” she softly indicated from the foot of the bed. As Janet did so, Sam covered one of their pillows with an old towel and placed it within her reach. As she settled in turning her head to the left and resting it on the pillow, Sam gently lowered herself straddling Janet’s bottom. She slowly peeled back the robe from Janet’s upper body then poured warm oil into her palm, and began applying it with perfectly gentle, firm strokes over the entirety of Janet’s back, shoulders and neck. By the time the egg timer rang, she had drifted into a light dreamless sleep.

“Sweetheart,” Sam whispered, draping the robe back up to Janet’s shoulders. “Time to shower.”

Janet groaned, dutifully rolled off the bed and slipped in to the shower stall while Sam cleaned the bathroom of hair, coloring detritus and kitchen supplies. When she returned from putting things away, she found Janet sitting up in bed undressed, wet hair brushed away from her face, eyes sparkling and lips smiling.

“You’re awake,” Sam commented as she shucked her clothing directly from her body to the laundry basket.

“I am.”

Standing naked next to the bed, Sam rubbed her own scalp, ruffling her hair. “Ready for sleep?”

Janet shook her head slowly no.

Sam climbed quickly into bed.

As they began coupling, skin bonded to skin with nothing between them but the thin sheen of pheromone-laced sweat, Janet grabbed Sam’s ass, groaned, and pulled her closer. “Make love to me, woman, like I have purple hair with green stripes.”

Sam laughed and kissed her with full lips and tongue, sensuously melting one into the other.

Several minutes later, panting and moaning, Janet managed to murmur, “Sam, what did I ever do to deserve you?”

“You married me.”

“I did, didn’t I?” She acknowledged in a full smile imbued with the kind of deep satisfaction nothing in the entire galaxy could possibly match. “Well … color me Janet.”

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Tattoo for You, Sam Carter

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“Yes.”

“Yes?”

“Yes.”

“Really?”

“Ja-net.” She assented with her eyes. “YES.”

————-

“Flowers?”

“Moebius strip.”

“Tree?”

“Janet.”

“It’s not very romantic.”

“It’s symbolic.”

“So are flowers and trees.”

————-

“Ow! I can’t believe I let you talk me into this!”

“I know you love me, Sam Carter.”

Groaning through closed teeth, “I must.”

“Trust me. You do.”

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“I’m nervous. I want this, I want you … in the worst …  best …. possible way. But I’m nervous.”

“Cold feet?”

“Burning hot, actually.”

“You warm my heart, sweetheart.”

“OK. OK. I’m ready.”

“I love you, Janet.”

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“Thank you.”

“For marrying you?”

“For letting me brand you.”

“It’s a tattoo, Janet. I’m not a cow.”

“Yeah, but it shows everyone I own you.”

“I give myself to you.”

“Come here, then.”

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“What’s that, Carter?”

“Oh. It’s a … well, it’s a tattoo, sir.”

Raising his eyebrows, “Really?”

“Yes. A small one.”

“I can see that. What is it?”

“A tiger lily.”

“You don’t say.”

“That’s Janet’s favorite flower, isn’t it Sam?”

“Um, it happens to be, yes, Daniel.”

“It is?”

“Yes, Jack, now leave her alone.”

“Does Janet have one just like it?” he persisted.

“She does not.”

“What’s that, T?”

“JanetFraiser has a moebius strip.”

“That’s kinda backwards, isn’t it, Carter? Why’d she get a moebius strip when you’re the gee …… um …. So.…..it’s official then?”

“As official as we can make it, sir.”

“Congratulations, Carter. I mean it.”

“I’m happy for you both, Sam.”

“Best wishes MajorCarter. May you have a long and fulfilled life together.”

“Thanks, guys. Really. Now, can we get on with this mission?”

“There’ll be cake when we get back, right?”

“Yes, sir.”

Smiling, “We’ve got 30 klicks ahead of us by noon. Pack up and move it out.”

———–

“They know.”

“What? How?”

“They figured it out. All of them. Together.”

“From one little tattoo? On your foot?”

“Teal’c saw yours.”

“When!?”

“I have no idea.”

“My god.”

“We might as well have gotten rings, Janet.”

“Sam …”

“No, I love my tattoo, I do. It’s my commitment to you. I love that. I love you. I’m just saying …”

“That if we had been more obvious they might not have noticed?”

“Maybe, honey.”

“But you love your Tiger Lily?”

“I love my Tiger Lily. I love you, Janet.”

“We really are a Moebius strip, sweetheart. One continuous being appearing as two.”

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