By the Dashboard Light

Title: By the Dashboard Light

Author: Geonn

Pairing: Sam/Janet

Rating: Mature

It was that magic time, between the events of the day and sliding under the blankets. The car was safely tucked into the driveway that ran beside Janet Fraiser's house, the dashboard light the only illumination in their little dark corner of the suburban universe. Sam was in the passenger seat, making good use of the head rest, while Janet smiled at her from the driver's seat. They weren't talking about much; words, when said, seemed to focus on the mundane and ordinary things of their lives.

Sam had slipped off her shoes, the cotton of her socks seeming to expand against the cool night air. Janet reached across and finally did what both of them had wanted to since the engine had turned off. She drew Sam's face to her own, kissing her softly. Their lips met, held and then broke, their faces remaining near as they accepted the reality of their kiss.

After a moment, Sam slid her lips across Janet's cheek. Getting closer to Janet's shoulder, she felt the other woman's longer hair drape across her face and cheeks like a curtain. It smelled wonderful, felt even better. Janet's hands reached down and out, sliding under Sam's vest and her fingers locking behind Sam's back.

Sam brought one leg up, bending it in the seat and using it as a sort of prop to get herself higher than Janet. Their lips came together again and Janet moaned, unhooking her fingers and flattening her palms against Sam's back. Sam gasped when this kiss broke, amazed at the intensity of her feelings for this woman.

Her eyes cut to the kitchen window. A light was burning, which meant Cassandra was awake. They couldn't adjourn to the bedroom, couldn't take it someplace more comfortable. They probably wouldn't even be able to remove any clothing. That would be fine, Sam figured. Clothes were sexier.

Janet was moaning, struggling against the restraints of her seat as she brought her hands around and cupped Sam's breasts through her blouse. The barrier of silk and cotton underwear seeming to dissipate under the heat of the brunette's palm. Sam sighed and arched her back, pressing her breast into Janet's caress.

Janet looked down, watching as her thumb traced the curve. She felt the pebble of Sam's nipple and bit her bottom lip, looking at Sam's face. Sam appeared in ecstasy, her eyes closed and her mouth slightly agape. Janet's other hand moved to the curve of Sam's hip, squeezing it through the denim.

Sam rearranged herself and scrambled all the way into the seat, crouching on her knees and facing Janet. With one very acrobatic move, she slid across the console and dropped herself onto Janet's lap. "Oh!" Janet yelped, giggling and pressing her face to the crux of Sam's neck and shoulder. She lapped at the flesh there and Sam moaned, making little circles on Janet's shoulders with her hands.

Like the opposite ends of magnets, Sam's lips found Janet's once again. Tongue and lips met and their jaws dropped. It wasn't a matter of kissing, it was a matter of getting as close as possible. Opening up, letting someone else in, letting someone else taste you. Sam was dripping wet, eager to let go completely with this woman, the woman she loved beyond a shadow of a doubt.

She whimpered a semblance of this sentiment into Janet's ear, but she felt the full meaning was lost in translation. Janet's hands cupped Sam's denim-clad rear and pulled her forward. Sam looked down, saw the rumpled material of Janet's skirt, and wondered if Janet's panties were soaked beneath them. If she was even wearing panties...

"Oh," Sam groaned, thrusting gently against Janet's stomach. The legs of Sam's jeans met with a bulge of material directly between her legs, not much to work with... or so Janet thought. She pressed it with the pad of her thumb, brushed it with two fingers and pressed firmly against it.

Sam thrust against Janet with each upward touch, moaning, biting her lip. "You're gonna... you're gonna," Sam said, breathing each word but not able to bring herself to go further. She squeezed her eyes shut, her legs tightening around Janet's, hunching against the other woman and climaxing with a weak shudder. Pulling back, she looked into Janet's eyes.

"Sam," Janet whispered.

"You made me come."

Janet blushed.

"Some good-night kiss," Sam smiled.

Janet laughed and pressed her face against Sam's throat. "What is this perfume?"

"I'm not wearing perfume," Sam said, nuzzling the top of Janet's head. "Your shampoo smells amazing."

"Thank you," Janet said, licking Sam's neck.

Sam closed her eyes and breathed, "What are you doing to me?"

"Making love to you," Janet whispered, sucking Sam's earlobe into her mouth. "I want to see you naked."

Sam leaned back and said, "Then undress me."

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Sam blinked and reached up, brushing the brown hair out of her face. Janet was pressed tightly against her, laying on the back seat of Janet's car, their bodies spooned tightly together. They were both naked, haphazardly covered by their discarded clothing. Sam looked for her watch and couldn't find one, raising up and hoping she wasn't disturbing Janet's sleep. No watch in the front seat, either.

The sunlight broke through the trellis covering Janet's driveway, casting early-morning gold on interior of the car. Sam blinked the sleep out of her eyes and searched the floor of the backseat. The watch was underneath Janet's wadded-up panties, a sight that made Sam shudder with remembered pleasure.

Janet woke with Sam's tongue in her ear and shuddered, rolling onto her back with a smile. "We're so bad," she chuckled.

Sam's hand skipped across Janet's ribcage, tickling her slightly. "I thought the idea of staying in the car was to keep from traumatizing Cassandra."

"It was," Janet said.

"Then maybe we shouldn't have fallen asleep naked in the car she drives to school in."

Janet gasped and turned beet red, looking over the top of her head at the window. It exposed her neck in a very delicious way, but Sam resisted. "Damn... what time is it?"

"Seven," Sam said. "Cassie's already been by." She nodded at the front seat and Janet lifted herself up to look.

A piece of paper was tucked under the windshield wiper, face-down so it could be read from the inside. Janet laughed when she read the message: "It's about time, you two! Took Sam's Car. Love, Cass."

"I'm mortified," Janet said, burying her face in Sam's naked shoulder.

"Well," Sam said, kissing Janet's collarbone. "The bright side is we're both off-duty until noon. What do you say we be mortified in bed?"

Janet couldn't get out of the car fast enough.