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Author's Notes: Kat gave me the idea for this particular segment of the series. I just went off of her idea....
Sam looked up from buttoning the last button of her blouse. "What?" she asked, cheeks coloring slightly at the intensity of Janet's gaze.
"You definitely clean up nice," came the amused drawl.
Sam glanced down at her outfit proudly. It had been a Yule gift from Janet only the night before: a flared, black miniskirt that accentuated her long legs; a pale red-orange, three-quarter sleeved blouse; and a fitted, waist-length black jacket over the top. She smoothed her hands down her gartered stockings, then slipped into her comfortable black flats. "So I pass inspection, Mom?" she teased, then slipped her hands into her blouse to adjust the citrine pendant nestled between her breasts for more comfort.
Janet stepped closer, sliding her arms around Sam's neck, love shining in her dark eyes. "Very definitely. This looks even better on you than I'd imagined." She leaned in for a tender kiss, then stepped back, cocking her head to one side. "And do I pass inspection, love?" she asked lightly, smiling.
Sam's own smiled widened as she took in the outfit Janet had chosen: a black velvet dress, the bodice of which molded tightly to her torso, the skirt flaring out around her ankles, showing off her black velvet four inch heels. Her hair was swept up in a simple french twist, which highlighted her neck, as well as the cleavage revealed by her low scooped neckline. And nestled within that generous cleavage sat the darkly glittering amethyst pendant Sam had given Janet on their anniversary, twin to the citrine in between her own breasts.
"Yes, you most certainly do pass inspection, love," she finally replied, still overcome by the emotions this petite woman brought out in her. She wrapped her arms around Janet, content to simply hold her close.
After a long moment of silence, Cassie's voice separated them. "I hate my hair!"
Sighing to cover a chuckle, Janet pressed her lips to Sam's, then pulled away. "Let me go see what I can do for her."
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As they stood in line outside the theatre, Janet's dark eyes roamed over Sam's body, now clad in her leather coat to keep out the cold. "By the goddess, you are a beautiful woman, Samantha Carter," she murmured in the taller woman's ear. "If we hadn't already gotten the tickets for this tonight and promised it to Cassie, I'd be taking you home right now and having my way with you."
Sam lightly caressed Janet's cheek with a single finger. "You still can after the show," she replied. "I'm all yours, you know."
"Don't you two EVER stop?" Cassie asked, rolling her eyes.
"Not on your life, kiddo," Sam replied, smiling at Janet. "Not on your life."
Cassie shook her head in disgust. "Adults!" she grumbled, causing her parents to laugh.
The trio made their way into the theatre and to their seats: fourth row center on the floor. The tickets had been quite expensive for Sam, but the look on Cassie's face when she'd opened the envelope the night before had more than made up for it.
"I still can't believe you got me these tickets, Sam," Cassie said, squeezing her arm tightly. "This is the best Yule present ever."
"You're welcome, kiddo," Sam said, smiling and blinking back tears. "My mom and I went every year until she died. I guess I'd hoped you'd want to continue that tradition with me."
"Janet can come with us, right?" Cassie asked, reaching a hand across to her other mother.
"I'd be honored to," Janet replied, squeezing Cassie's hand.
As the lights dimmed, Sam settled back in her seat, content to have her little family surrounding her as they watched the production of "The Nutcracker Suite." Sam lost herself in the story before her, memories washing over her.
Janet watched her daughter and partner become completely engrossed in the show. It wasn't that she didn't like this particular show, but she had always been something of a "purist," preferring to watch the ABT performance with Mikhail Barishnikov and Gelsey Kirkland over any other production. But if it meant spending time with these two people who meant more to her than anything else, then she'd "suffer" gladly. As she sat there, Janet found herself drawn to the sight of her partner next to her. Sam was radiant, and that stirred something deep inside of the brunette. She lightly rested her hand on Sam's thigh, lightly rubbing as she turned to watch the performance again. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Sam start a bit at the contact, but still continued to watch the show. Grinning, she continued to lightly stroke along the hemline of the skirt, fingers brushing across the silky stockings every so often. She kept her head trained forward on the performance, but watched Sam from the corner of her eye.
After a few moments, Sam shifted slightly in her seat, almost slouching back against the seat. She tried to make it look like she was stretching, uncomfortable in the seat, but she wasn't. The soft strokes from Janet's fingers were driving her crazy. She did love "The Nutcracker Suite," but right now all that occupied her mind were those five little digits on Janet's right hand against her thigh. She kept her eyes glued to the stage, so Cassie wouldn't think to look her way and ruin her fun, but prayed that Janet would continue.
Janet let her palm rest against Sam's thigh again, feeling the warmth of the flesh beneath her fingers. After a moment or two, she began lightly stroking Sam's thigh again, fingers dipping under the hem more readily this time. She bit back a snicker when the blonde coughed to cover a moan at her ministrations. She quickly removed her hand and began to dig in her purse as Cassie tore her gaze from the stage to look at her.
"Here, Sam," Janet whispered, handing her a cherry-flavored hard candy. "Cough drop."
Sam took the candy and popped it into her mouth. "I'll be fine, Cassie, my throat's just a little dry. Go back to the show."
The girl nodded and was quickly entranced by the show on the stage again. After a bit, Sam leaned over to brush her lips across Janet's temple, then whispered, "I love what you're doing to me." Seeing her lover's smile, she turned her gaze toward the stage again, squeezing Janet's hand before placing it on her thigh again.
Janet bit back another chuckle and began to slowly trace an intricate pattern of knotwork along Sam's thigh, edging the hem of the short skirt higher and higher.
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Nearly two and a half hours later, after the production was over and they'd waited outside to get autographs for Cassie [she got both of the principals as well as a few others], the three women found themselves waiting in a long line for the restroom. Sam was beside herself with need, after the artfully slow teasing and arousing Janet had been doing during the performance. She needed release; she wanted it from Janet, but doubted she could wait long enough to get through this line and get home to the relative safety of their bedroom.
As they neared the stalls, Janet looked up at Sam briefly, then looked at their daughter. "Cass, Sam's not feeling well, so I'm gonna share the stall with her, okay? She's feeling a little too warm for my comfort right now, and she did drift off during the production at one point."
Sam stared at Janet in disbelief. Nothing the brunette had said was a lie exactly, just a slight stretching of the truth. She was rather warm, and she *had* drifted off at one point, her head on Janet's shoulder. But what on earth would it accomplish if they were in the same stall....Holy Hannah! She knew what Janet was going to do. "Um, Janet, love, I'm okay, really. Just let me have my couple minutes in the bathroom then we can go home and life will be good."
Janet shook her head, a dangerous glimmer in her eye that only Sam saw. "Nope, sorry, Sam, but you've been practically leaning on me ever since we got up. I don't want you getting dizzy and passing out or falling down in there." Her eyes pierced through any argument Sam could think of, and the blonde nodded, knowing she'd just been outmaneuvered by the best. Just then, it was their turn, and by coincidence, the handicapped stall was free. "Come on, Sam," she said, wrapping an arm around the blonde's waist. "Let's get you taken care of, then it's home to bed for my special cure-all." Sam followed Janet into the stall, watching her lover close and lock the door, and just stood there, unsure of what to do. Janet turned and faced her lover, controlled passion in her eyes.
"Hey, cool!" came Cassie's voice from the next stall over. "I'm right next to you guys."
Sam's eyes widened in shock, and she shook her head as Janet walked toward her. "No, Janet," she whispered urgently. "Not with Cass in the next stall."
Janet smiled and pressed a finger against the pale lips, shaking her head. "And this is different from her being in the next room how? Sam, you need this. You won't last till we get home, and I *was* serious about you getting sick. Besides, you were going to do it yourself so you *could* get home, so I'm just helping you out."
Sam started to protest, then shut her mouth, realizing the truth in Janet's words. A tentative grin spread across her face. "How?" she mouthed.
Janet pointed to the toilet. "Have a seat and keep your mouth shut," came the low murmur. Sam immediately moved toward the toilet, biting back a squeal when Janet's hand slid under her skirt to caress her ass. "He-ey! You're not wearing anything under there? Damn, I *could* have had some fun out in the theatre then...." Sam let out a short bark of laughter, then turned to glance at her lover, an eyebrow raised in question. Janet thought for a moment, then replied, "On your knees, like you might be sick to your stomach. Makes it more acceptable that I'd be standing behind you so closely."
Sam immediately did as Janet suggested, titillated by the thought of what was going to happen. She gripped the edge of the seat, resting her head against her forearms, her legs spreading slightly. "Make it fast, Janet," she murmured. "My knees can't stand this tile floor for long."
Janet smiled and leaned over to brush her lips across Sam's ear. "Trust me, love, you won't be on your knees for long." With that, she quickly slipped two fingers into her lover's wetness. Sam groaned at the contact, clutching the toilet seat even tighter. In and out, the fingers moved quickly, and Janet slid her thumb lightly back and forth over Sam's clit. She leaned over to watch the blonde's knuckles go white from gripping the seat so tightly, the muscles in her forearms standing out from the strain. She could hear the soft panting, occasionally broken by a ragged groan, and smiled broadly. "That's it, love, you're going to be all right," she said aloud, then murmured, "Come for me, Sam. Let me feel it as you come, and when we get home I'll ravish you to within an inch of your lovely life. And I'm going to make you scream so loud, they'll hear you back here."
That was all it took for Sam to run blindly over the edge and fall into one of the most explosive climaxes of her life. Her body shook convulsively and she could have sworn she felt a bit of the seat come apart in her hands. She bit her lower lip, tasting blood, hoping not to cry out too loudly, and settled for a low, tortured groan. "Oh god!"
Janet ran her free hand along Sam's back, stroking lightly, and made soothing sounds as Sam's body shook with her orgasm. "It's okay, love. You'll be fine. Let it all out," she said gently, grinning at the double meaning of her words.
"Janet?" came Cassie's worried voice. "Is Sam okay?"
"I'm - I'll be okay, Cass," Sam managed to get out, still breathing harshly. "Something just didn't agree with my stomach I guess."
Janet helped her up, then let Sam watch as she licked her fingers clean, very sensuously. Sam shivered at that image, knowing full well what that tongue of Janet's could do to her, and felt a new flood of her arousal slide down her legs. She moved to wipe herself off, but was stopped by Janet's hands. "Let me," she murmured, kneeling before Sam. She lifted the skirt and began to lick lightly up and down the damp thighs, capturing every drop that slid down their smooth lengths, then moved to the apex, inhaling the scent of Sam's arousal deeply before plunging her tongue into her lover. Quickly, quietly, she lapped up every drop she could before sucking Sam's clit lightly between her lips. Her tongue flicked across it randomly, bringing Sam to another, albeit gentler, climax almost immediately. Janet was impressed that the only sound Sam made this second time was a gentle grunt as the strongest of her spasms hit.
Standing, Janet reached for Sam, kissing her soundly before wiping her face clean and flushing the toilet. She held her hand out to Sam, who took it, then opened the door. "Come on, love," she said softly. "Let's get you home and into bed."
Cassie was waiting for them, watching her parents closely as they washed and dried their hands. "Sam, are you okay? You look kinda flushed."
"I'm feeling a little woozy," Sam replied, not really lying.
"She's got a bit of a fever, Cass," Janet replied. "I need to get her home and into bed, so she can rest and get better for Christmas with everyone."
Cassie nodded and followed her two mothers out to the car.
On to the next part of the series