Stroke
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Stargate: SG-1 › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
2,279
Reviews:
0
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Currently Reading:
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I do not own Stargate: SG1, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Stroke
HERE IS MY DISCLAIMER: I don't own these characters, I don't make any money off my stories, and it's all for the love of it!
Sam’s voice echoed lightly as she called out across the kitchen. She strolled through the house as her flip-flops tapped at the tile and silence was her only response. Sam frowned slightly making her way to the study, which was the most likely place to find Janet. She called out again as she pushed on the door
“Janet?” her voice inquired
Janet was sitting in front of an easel brush poised mid stroke as she turned. “Oh Sam I’m so sorry I lost track of time.”
Sam grinned, “What are you doing? Her curiosity was peeked.
Janet was working quite diligently on a simple yet detailed landscape. A long sleeved battered flannel buttoned studiously protected her clothes. The variety of watercolors Janet used was sitting along side the easel on a tray with multiple brushes of various sizes. Janet smiled “Just something I have been working on. Cassie and I took a painting class last year and I didn’t finish this. I’ve been working on it here and there.” She half shrugged steering the topic to the day ahead. “I’m sorry I’m not ready let me freshen up real quick so we can go.”
Sam was not fooled walking up to the canvas to get a closer look. “Janet, this is good. “
Janet shook her head absently “It’s nothing really..unless you want to be a subject.” Her eyebrows punctuated the statement.
Sam chuckled “You want to paint me?”
Janet nodded pulling Sam closer “Sure…matter of fact I think you would be a fantastic canvas.”
“Canvas?” Sam replied
Janet studied her smartly nodding with approval like a master painter. “Oh yes…you would be a perfect canvas. The colors would shine on you.”
Sam felt a chill race along her spine as Janet ran a finger along her collarbone. “I think it would be a most a amazing piece.” Janet assured as her tips slipped under the straps of Sam’s halter-top guiding them down. Sam watched her intently her eyes invited tender touches. Janet selected a clean brush from the tray brushing the exposed nipples. Sam whimpered as the feathered touches worked along her skin graciously. Sam’s legs fought for control. Janet eased into the strokes intensifying as the brush moved seemingly at its own device.
Sam’s clothes were removed almost in silent request as they brush reached the apex. Janet reflected over the excited clit with a flick eliciting a cry as Sam struggled to maintain her stance. Janet intertwined licks with the painting she was composing as Sam bucked at the attention. Her climax reached its peek as she collapsed resigning to the floor. Janet tossed the brush aside as Sam pulled the flannel off ripping the clothes from Janet their lips crashed eagerly. They rocked in time using gravity and friction to complete their need. Janet came with a jolt as Sam withheld hers a moment longer then caving as the wave hit.
Janet laughed sitting up next to Sam. “That was way better than any class.”
Sam smiled “I’m glad you liked it..you’re great with a brush.”
Janet picked up the discarded brush with a grin. “I’m glad you think so…I think some finishing touches are in order.”
Sam giggled as Janet gripped the brush tightly as all traces of venturing out into the world vanished from their thoughts.
Sam’s voice echoed lightly as she called out across the kitchen. She strolled through the house as her flip-flops tapped at the tile and silence was her only response. Sam frowned slightly making her way to the study, which was the most likely place to find Janet. She called out again as she pushed on the door
“Janet?” her voice inquired
Janet was sitting in front of an easel brush poised mid stroke as she turned. “Oh Sam I’m so sorry I lost track of time.”
Sam grinned, “What are you doing? Her curiosity was peeked.
Janet was working quite diligently on a simple yet detailed landscape. A long sleeved battered flannel buttoned studiously protected her clothes. The variety of watercolors Janet used was sitting along side the easel on a tray with multiple brushes of various sizes. Janet smiled “Just something I have been working on. Cassie and I took a painting class last year and I didn’t finish this. I’ve been working on it here and there.” She half shrugged steering the topic to the day ahead. “I’m sorry I’m not ready let me freshen up real quick so we can go.”
Sam was not fooled walking up to the canvas to get a closer look. “Janet, this is good. “
Janet shook her head absently “It’s nothing really..unless you want to be a subject.” Her eyebrows punctuated the statement.
Sam chuckled “You want to paint me?”
Janet nodded pulling Sam closer “Sure…matter of fact I think you would be a fantastic canvas.”
“Canvas?” Sam replied
Janet studied her smartly nodding with approval like a master painter. “Oh yes…you would be a perfect canvas. The colors would shine on you.”
Sam felt a chill race along her spine as Janet ran a finger along her collarbone. “I think it would be a most a amazing piece.” Janet assured as her tips slipped under the straps of Sam’s halter-top guiding them down. Sam watched her intently her eyes invited tender touches. Janet selected a clean brush from the tray brushing the exposed nipples. Sam whimpered as the feathered touches worked along her skin graciously. Sam’s legs fought for control. Janet eased into the strokes intensifying as the brush moved seemingly at its own device.
Sam’s clothes were removed almost in silent request as they brush reached the apex. Janet reflected over the excited clit with a flick eliciting a cry as Sam struggled to maintain her stance. Janet intertwined licks with the painting she was composing as Sam bucked at the attention. Her climax reached its peek as she collapsed resigning to the floor. Janet tossed the brush aside as Sam pulled the flannel off ripping the clothes from Janet their lips crashed eagerly. They rocked in time using gravity and friction to complete their need. Janet came with a jolt as Sam withheld hers a moment longer then caving as the wave hit.
Janet laughed sitting up next to Sam. “That was way better than any class.”
Sam smiled “I’m glad you liked it..you’re great with a brush.”
Janet picked up the discarded brush with a grin. “I’m glad you think so…I think some finishing touches are in order.”
Sam giggled as Janet gripped the brush tightly as all traces of venturing out into the world vanished from their thoughts.