Title: Tender Loving Care

Author: Geonn

Email: neil_j_miser@yahoo.com

Rating: R-ish

Pairings: Sam and Janet, established relationship

Category: PWP

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

Spoilers: 2001, majorly

Notes: Thanks Alex and Elo for betaing this for me (See, John? You go away and I have to get *two* people to fill your shoes!)

Summary: Sam's injured shoulder needs a little TLC. Good thing there's a beautiful doctor who's willing to use a tender touch...


The golden liquid pooled into the brunette's upturned palm. Setting the bottle aside, Janet began to rub her hands together, spreading the heated gel across her fingers. She looked down at the smooth expanse of skin spread in front of her.

After arriving in the infirmary, Sam had gone into one of the private rooms and started to peel off her black t-shirt. She needed the orderlies help with that, as her muscles were still throbbing from the impact on the ramp. A large red welt had risen below the major's shoulder, spreading from her neck to her armpit. "That must've hurt," Janet said, raising an eyebrow as she began to massage the tortured muscles.

Sam hissed softly through her teeth as the heated gel came in contact with her skin. "Ah... yeah... You could say that. Just remind me... No more human cannonball for this girl."

Janet gently kneaded the flesh of her lover, smiling softly. "Aw... I'm sure the ambassador is feeling the same. Maybe you two can go off and lick each other's wounds."

Sam tensed below Janet's hands. "Uh... Janet? You... didn't know?"

"Know what?"

Sam raised off of the bed, modesty making her pull the blankets against her bare chest. "Janet, Ambassador Faxon didn't make it back. He stayed on the Aschen Harvester."

Janet winced. "I'm sorry, Sam. I shouldn't have said anything."

"Serves me right," she said, laying back down. "Please, keep the massage going." Janet continued her ministrations as ordered. "I deserved it. The way he was fawning over me... inviting me to the restaurant."

"Sure," Janet chided. "The flirting was *all* one-sided. I saw the way you smiled at him. If we hadn't spent the night before... licking our *own* wounds, I might have questioned your loyalties."

"He's an ambassador, Janet. *Was* an ambassador... If I told him the real reason his advances were falling flat, he might have felt obligated to tell someone else. Say, Kinsey or Simmons."

"True, true." Janet's roving hands had moved to the center of Sam's bare back and were working gentle circles away from the blonde's spine. "How does that feel?"

"Mmm, wonderful," Sam murmured. "But I didn't land on that part of my back. I... mmm... landed closer to the shoulder."

"Shh," Janet whispered. She gripped the belt of Sam's fatigue pants and yanked them down. The pale globes of Sam's ass appeared, shaking slightly with the removal of her pants. "You know, if it weren't for you, the Aschen would have probably fired that bioweapon and destroyed the entire SGC. I guess you saved the world one more time."

"And without Jack, Daniel or Teal'c," Sam whispered.

"I guess that makes you a hero."

"I guess."

Janet's gelled hands moved between Sam's thighs, moving the major's legs apart. Her calves still bound by the pants, Sam was unable to spread very wide. Instead, she hooked her knees on the side of the medical bed and lowered herself on the mattress. Janet stepped back, admiring the spread lips Sam's adjustment had exposed. "Well, well," the doctor smiled. "Looks like saving the world gets the major nice and wet."

Sam smiled. "Yes, saving the world did that. It has nothing to do with the gorgeous doctor rubbing oil into my nude body."

Janet smiled and added more gel to her hand. "You know, sometimes impact can affect muscles in unseen ways."

"Is that so," Sam sighed, resting her head on the pillow and closing her eyes.

"Yes," Janet said, using her best doctor's voice. "I'm going to have to massage every nook and cranny of your body."

"Oh, drat," Sam murmured. She was slipping farther and farther into the clutches of sleep.

"And there's always the tension-relaxation treatment."

"Wa's tha'?"

"Well," Janet said, covering her fingers with a fine sheen of oil. "Some physical therapists are writing articles about the benefit of healing injured muscles by flexing and relaxing them."

"Hmm, sounds int'restin'," Sam sighed.

"Oh, it is." Janet moved her right hand to rest on Sam's injured shoulder. "Very interesting. I haven't had a chance to explore it fully with any SG team. Maybe this is the perfect opportunity to test the theories. See how they hold up in real-world situations."

"Soun's good," Sam sighed.

As the fingers of her right hand tensed around the swollen and tender muscles of Sam's shoulder, Janet's left hand slid up the soft skin of the blonde's inner thigh. Tenderly, she used her index and ring finger to spread Sam's nether lips and insert her middle finger into the blonde's center.

Sam moaned at the intrusion, pressing her face against the pillow.

With a smile, Janet realized her lover had fallen asleep. 'Well, we'll just have to wake her up, won't we?'

She buried her middle finger as far as it would go, then tensed her fingers around the bruised flesh of Sam's shoulder. As the blonde squirmed, Janet curled her finger and began to stroke in and out.

As Sam murmured wordlessly into the pillow, Janet glanced at the door to the room. The lock was turned, but had been known to fail in the past. She'd have to make this quick. Janet bit her lip and added her index finger, thrusting with them both. As she fingered the sleeping beauty, she released the wounded shoulder and moved the now-free hand around Sam's waist. Her fingers slipped between the mattress and Sam's heated skin, moving ever-so-slowly to the patch of hair between Sam's legs.

Sam's eyelids fluttered. "Ja-Janet? Oh, Janet, what's..." She was cut off as Janet's fingers brushed against her clit. Her eyes widened and she clutched the blankets with all her strength. Janet had added a third finger in addition to the two massaging her clit. She no longer cared that they were in the middle of the SGC... wasn't worried that there was the possibility of someone walking in on them. She just wanted the doctor to finish what she had started.

"Please, Janet... please..."

Janet knelt on the hard tile, pulling Sam's body to the edge of the medical bed. She slipped her fingers from the blonde's sex and let her lips take their place. She massaged Sam's slippery folds with her lips and tongue, tasting all that the lovely major had to offer.

Holding tightly to the mattress, Sam began to pant, "Jan... et... I'm... cum... ming... oh... God, JANET! OH!"

Janet held Sam's hips in place as the major attempted to buck in the throes of her orgasm.

When the major was finally still once more, Janet stood and ran her tongue over her glistening lips. "That was fun," she chuckled.

Sam rolled over onto her back and pulled the brunette's face to her own, using her tongue mop up the excess juices from the doctor's chin and cheeks. When all evidence had been thoroughly erased, Sam laid back and released a long sigh. "Boy... if *that's* what saving the world gets me, I better start handing out iris codes and kicking Goa'uld ass."

Janet straightened, reluctantly picking up Sam's clothes. "I don't know if I would have the strength for that..."

"Well, you're just gonna have to hit the gym, Dr. Fraiser."

Janet laughed, then asked, "How's your shoulder, by the way?"

Sam's eyes widened. "Wow... it feels great. Do you, uh, do this for all your shoulder injuries?"

"No," she said. "Usually I just do that for stubbed toes." She winked and said, "Get dressed. You have a mission briefing to get to."

"Will you give me another one of those massages when I get back?"

Janet grinned and winked mischievously. "Oh, I have plans for you, Major Sam. Two words: Hot. Tub."

Sam couldn't wait for the briefing to end.

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