Title: Subtle Seduction

Author: Geonn

Email: neil_j_miser@yahoo.com

Rating: PG-13, I'd say

Pairings: Sam and Janet, established relationship

Category: Humor

Date: July 3, 2001

Disclaimer: Not mine. None of it. I even borrowed the letters that make up the words.

Notes: I know absolutely nothing about motorcycles. Please don't hurt me if I mention something that's incorrect. My uncle is the mechanic in the family and, wouldn't you know it, he lives in Kansas at the moment.

Summary: What do you have to do to get Samantha Carter's attention?!

Janet Fraiser stumbled into the house, dropping her purse on the couch as she passed. After twelve straight hours of duty, during which SG-12 had come through the gate with what they thought was an alien virus (and turned out to be food poisoning from a local restaurant), she was wiped. The thought of a shower caused her to perk up a little, and then she thought how much better it would be if she weren't alone. The clattering in the garage told her that Sam had used her stand-down time as she used any other time off; on the bike.

Janet rose and moved to the garage, seeking to entice her lover to a little tryst in the shower. She passed through the laundry room, where Cassie's wet clothes were piled atop the dryer, dripping onto the tile floor. Janet almost shouted to the girl to come clean her mess, then realized it could have just as easily been Sam who had made the mess. She decided to let it pass... for now. Exhaustion had transformed into an entirely different feeling. One she needed Sam to quench.

Sam was sitting cross-legged on the floor of the garage, wearing an grease-stained white t-shirt and a pair of cut-off sweatpants. Her feet were bare and had grease spots on the bottoms. Janet smiled at the mess sitting in front of her and said, "Hey there, babe. What's up with the bike?"

"Hi, Janet," Sam smiled, blowing a kiss over her shoulder. "Just tryin' to get this damn transmission working right."

"It fell off?" Janet asked, moving into the garage to get a better look at the machine.

"No," Sam laughed. "I pulled it off. Kinda hard working with it attached, don't you think?"

Janet crouched next to Sam, looking over the blonde's messy shirt. "You're gonna need a shower soon... get rid of all this grease."

"I know," Sam said, scrunching her nose. "I'll get to it as soon as I'm done here."

Janet raised an eyebrow. "Of course, twelve hours deep underground, working to prevent alien outbreaks... I could use a shower myself. Two of us, one stall... I wonder how we'll ever figure this out..."

Sam absently said, "I'll be working here for awhile. Go ahead and take yours first. I don't mind waiting."

Janet peered at Sam, trying to see if she was kidding. There was no sign of humor in her sparkling blue eyes. Janet stood up and leaned against the wall, sliding one high heeled shoe off. Slowly, she ran her right foot up the calf of her stocking-clad left leg. "Are you sure there isn't anything else you would rather 'do' right now, Sam?" Janet asked, smiling coyly.

Sam shrugged. "Not really." Looking up, she said, "Janet! You're gonna get grease and oil on your stockings! They'll be ruined!"

Janet looked down. She was standing in a small puddle of oil. She sighed dramatically. "Drat. Looks like I'll have to take these off." She walked to the bike and planted her foot on the seat, pulling her dress higher and giving Sam a beautiful view... if she bothered to look up. Janet slowly slid the stocking down her leg, pulling it off of her foot and tossing it at Sam.

It hit Sam in the head and she picked it up, looking at the grease stain. "Oh, yeah... that's ruined. Sorry about that, hon."

Janet, unphased by Sam's inattentive attitude, moved her other foot to the bike seat. She repeated the procedure at tossed the second stocking at Sam as well. She ran her hands down the sides of her bare leg and moaned softly. "Mmm. That feels nice... would you like a feel, hon?"

Sam barely looked up. "Hands are kinda greasy, Janet."

Janet put her foot back on the floor, chewing her bottom lip. It was no longer about seduction. Now it was just a game to see how long it took for Sam to respond. As Janet tried to think of her next seduction, Sam said, "Could you hand me that wrench, please?" She pointed at the work bench a few feet away.

Janet walked over and picked up the indicated tool... then got an evil gleam in her eye. She dropped the wrench, making sure it clattered loudly on the cement floor. She planted her feet just a bit wider than her usual stance and bent at the waist to pick the wrench up. As her hands touched the wrench, she peered through her legs at Sam. "Is this the one?"

Sam glanced up. "Yep. That's it." If she noticed that Janet's ass was sticking directly in her face, she made no indication. Janet sighed and straightened up, handing the tool to Sam. Sam thanked her and went back to work.

Janet turned and went into the kitchen, searching for something else to use to entice her lover. Then, she remembered the tall pitcher of lemonade sitting in the fridge. She poured a tall glass, then plunked three ice cubes into it, watching them sink slowly before rising back to the surface. She smiled and turned to go back into the garage.

"Sa-am," she said, leaning against the doorframe.

Sam turned and, seeing the glass of lemonade, smiled broadly. "Oh, Janet, you're my goddess." She extended a hand.

"Ah, ah, ah. You wanted to work on your bike, missy. So get to work."

"But, Janet, it's hot!"

"You have no idea," Janet chuckled. "Back to work."

Sam frowned slightly, turning back to the transmission. Janet slowly dropped to her knees behind Sam, reaching into the glass and procurring one of the ice cubes. She took a sip of the drink, holding it in her mouth before leaning forward and swallowing. She sighed into Sam's ear, "That... was nice..."

Sam shivered. Janet noticed that, while Sam appeared to be working on the bike, her hands had become absolutely motionless. Janet brought the ice cube to her lips, running it's cold sides across her mouth until it was dripping from the cold moisture. She pressed her now icy lips against Sam's skin, kissing her where her neck and shoulder met in an icy kiss.

Sam gasped. "Oh, that's so cold..." she whimpered.

Her lips still pressed to Sam's heated skin, Janet said, "That ain't nothin', hon." She still held the ice cube she had used to wet her lips and she wrapped her arm around Sam, sliding her hand under the hem of Sam's t-shirt. As she kissed Sam's neck, her hand flattened against the major's stomach and the ice cube came in contact with her body. Sam's lips parted in a silent gasp as Janet began to trace circles around Sam's stomach with the ice cube.

Janet pulled back slightly, letting Sam turn to face her. She fished a second ice cube out of the lemonade and placed it against Sam's mouth. Sam closed her eyes, parting her lips. Janet rolled the ice cube from one corner of her mouth to the other, then retraced her path on the upper lip. When the ice cube had melted enough, she let it slip onto Sam's waiting tongue. Sam closed her mouth and bit into the cube, swallowing it as it quickly melted.

The two women's icy lips met in a frenzied kiss. The glass fell to the floor, cold lemonade spilling out around them. They were both on their knees now, their bodies pressed hungrily together. Sam pulled back from the kiss, panting softly for air. Finally, she asked, "Janet... were you trying to tell me something earlier?"

"I might have been," Janet smiled.

"I think I finally got the message." She kissed her lover softly, then asked, "Wanna take that shower now?"

"It's about damn time you got the message," Janet laughed. Sam stood, helping Janet stand. They walked hand-in-hand to the bathroom where they continued to cool off... and heat up...

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