The Sam & Janet Chrnicles Part 1: Photo Shoot

Photo Shoot

When you work for a top secret military command centre, and wake up thinking that nothing is wrong, then there is something sure to happen. That is, at least, in theory.

The day was bright and clear when Monday morning reared its ugly head. The alarm clock buzzed rather loudly. Too loudly, if she had any say in the matter. Reaching out a hand, she tried once, again, and finally managed to stop the invasive noise form continuing. Sitting up, Major Samantha Carter, USAF suppressed a painful groan. Sure, she had a headache. But she was a soldier. Soldiers did not complain about pain. She had learned that from the colonel enough times.

Throwing the covers aside, she rose to her feet and walked across the soft carpet to the bathroom that was connected to her room. No need to turn the light on; there was enough coming in from the window above the bath. Looking at herself in the mirror, Sam shook her head slowly. She would never do that again. No more. The next time she was asked, she’d say no. She should know better. When Janet Fraiser, Major and Doctor asks someone out for a drink, she doesn’t mean just one. MD’s never do. They mean many dozens of drinks. Janet was no different.

Running the cold tap, Sam splashed her face with water to try and clear it. It helped, if only slightly. Finishing up in the bathroom, she then went back into the bedroom and got dressed. Cream trousers and a black top, until she could change at the base. She was just putting some trainers on when the phone started to ring. Ignoring it, she finished off and went downstairs. At the door, she picked up her keys. What she needed was a morning jog. That would help. The fresh, clear air of an undisturbed Monday in Colorado was the perfect cure in her books.

When she got to the end of her path, she saw a car stop in front of her. That was odd in itself. Not even the military would send someone this early, and even if they did, they could reach her far more easily at the base then her home. Watching with some amount of suspicion, she saw a woman climb out in an expensive-looking business suit. “Major Carter?” The woman asked as she walked up. “I’m Naomi Croswell, Editor of the magazine Colorado Now, perhaps you’ve read it?”

Sam considered for a moment. The woman appeared to be harmless enough, so she stood down her mental preparations and smiled a polite smile. The truth was she actually hadn’t. Seen it in the shops, but not picked it up. “I’m sorry Miss Croswell, but I can’t say I have.”

The woman’s expression slipped slightly, but she didn’t stop. “Oh… Okay. Well, anyway, we’re doing a segment on the Military here in the state for an issue in a couple of weeks, including a photo shoot, some interviews and the like, if you’d be interested.”

Sam had to admit that she was in fact intrigued; she had never considered herself to be interesting enough for a magazine to want her involved in an article. Saying as much, she added. “When would you want me to be available?”

The woman grinned. “Whenever is fine with us, we understand you’re probably off to wherever it is you do whatever it is you do, so when you’re finished, just give us a call,” she handed over a business card. “My assistant will set the whole thing up. Have a great day.” With that, she turned around and got back in the car, which pulled away from the curb and headed back where it had come from.

Taking a moment to get her thoughts in order, Sam went back inside, now having no time for a decent jog. About twenty minutes later, she came out again, and climbed into the car r that was parked in the drive. Backing out, she turned onto the road and headed for NORAD, located at Cheyenne Mountain.

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Sam closed the door behind her and dropped the keys on the table. It had been one hell of a boring day. No Goa’uld attacks, no strange chemical compounds to combat, no Reetou invasions, and absolutely no asteroids heading for Earth. She glanced down at where her keys landed and blinked. The card was there, the one she had been given that morning. Picking it up, she looked at it. Considering. It all depended on what they wanted to know. A lot of things about her job she couldn’t say, and the cover story could only go so far. But then it had been about the Military in general and not the Mountain in particular. Plus there was a photo shoot. That could be cool.

She walked into the kitchen and got herself a drink out of the fridge before sitting down on the sofa and picking up her phone. Within ten minutes it was done, she was scheduled to go into the office after work the next day, barring any galactic incidents, but she hadn’t mentioned those, just said that work may be unpredictable. They had been understanding and accommodating. All they asked was that if she could take in her Dress Uniform, not actually wear it, just take it in, for the photo shoot. That intrigued her even more. The only thing to do then was to finish off her drink, go to bed and try and not have a weird day at the mountain tomorrow. That would be the most disastrous thing, because she was actually looking forward to it.

~*~*~

Tuesday went by as uneventfully as Monday, and Samantha Carter was starting to wonder if the Galaxy was taking a week off. There was no news from the Tok’ra. Bra’tac hadn’t come through with news of yet another Goa’uld trying to kill off someone else to take power, it was all very weird, but nice. She wasn’t complaining. None of them at the base were. It was nice to have some quiet time at work.

As soon as she got back in, Sam went upstairs and pulled out the uniform, pressed and folded. Placing it in a bag so it wouldn’t get damaged, she then changed into something that had a military flavour, but nothing with any affiliation with the SGC. She took the bag downstairs, grabbed a small snack form the kitchen and went back outside for the drive to the Magazine’s offices in town.

The drive only took twenty minutes, and then she was pulling into the car park. Climbing out, she saw an old blue Ford a couple of spaces to the left that looked familiar, but she couldn’t place it. Heading into the main reception, she gave her name and was directed up two floors. The elevator took ages, so she abandoned the idea and took the stairs two at a time to get there. Opening the door to the floor, she looked around for someone to tell her where to go. It was exactly what she’d expect a magazine office to look. Lots of desks, computers, open floor, and a couple of actual offices along the walls.

She heard some chattering and turned to see the editor that she had been approached by the other day coming towards her, as well as a very cute guy in a blue shirt and black trousers. She stood and waited for them to come towards her. “Ah! Major. Glad you could make it. This is Tony, he’ll be handling the interview, and then he’ll take you to see Scott for the photos, did you bring the uniform? Good!” The woman seemed to be all smiles today.

Sam smiled at Tony, who swallowed slightly. It was now that she could tell how young he was. Maybe he hadn’t been around someone like her. “So, you’re the one who’s going to be questioning me?” She said in a low voice, just playing. She almost chuckled when he gave her a deer-in-the-headlights look. “Don’t worry. I have a wicked sense of humour.”

He seemed to relax somewhat, and led her over to one of the enclosed offices. Opening the door, he let her go in first before entering himself. The questions were all rather normal. What was the Average day for a Military Officer, how did she feel being a woman in the Air Force, etc. All in all, it took about half an hour, with him scribbling notes on his clip board as he talked with her. After it was done, he stood up and opened the door again, letting her go back through. He took her next door and knocked. The room was fairly dark, with a sofa and chairs placed around the walls. The guy who had the camera in his hands looked over at them and grinned. “Ah! At last, thought you weren’t bringing her. He got off his knees and walked up to her. “Carter was it? Or did you prefer Sam?”

Sam smiled at him warmly. “Either. Don’t mind.” She watched Tony leave, so it was just her and the photographer. He grinned and indicated the bag. “There’s a section back there for you to change.” She nodded and moved to the back of the room, where a large black drape had been hung, with a light for her to see. It was quite nice. Out of sight from the door and the rest of the room. She changed quickly, making sure that it all went on as it should. Stepping back into the main part of the room, she gave a small twirl for him, smiling.

“That nice?” His nod was enough for her. She stood there for a moment, unsure what to do now. An itch formed behind her ear, and she scratched it. He directed her to stand on the white sheet, in front of the curtain and face him. He took her through a variety of poses, none demeaning or degrading, just various things. It was about ten minutes when he stopped clicking away on his camera. She was rather sad, because she was enjoying it. The heavy lights pointed at her were getting her rather hot, but she figured it could be ignored until she got home. He said something, which was evidently not to her, and it surprised her. She thought she had been alone.

The other shock was when she saw whoever it was step into the light. The slender legs, brown hair, sparkling eyes and oh so delectable lips were not comparable to anything. Janet was just that: Janet. She looked rather attractive in the Dress Uniform, with her hair back. Okay, so Sam had seen her in it before, but not before in a situation like this, it seemed to add a quality to the woman that made her…hot. Sam looked back at the photographer, who was watching carefully, seeing how they’d interact together. The itch that was growing deep inside her was demanding to be scratched.

Sam flashed the guy a huge, wicked grin and took hold of Janet’s arm. She knew the brunette wanted her. Had blurted it a while back when they were drinking. Pulling her close, she locked her lips onto the good doctors and enjoyed a deep kiss. The frantic clicking of the camera came to her ears, and a part of her mind wanted to stop. But the growing desire that was starting in her loins was screaming to carry on. Opening her mouth, she let her tongue trail over Janet’s lips. The woman in her arms whimpered and let Sam in. Their tongues danced a silent ballet together, intertwining and caressing against each other.

Sam had her eyes closed and was just thinking about the kiss. Her need. A need for something that was almost universally understood. The need to fuck. Pulling Janet closer, Sam took her mouth away and whispered in her ear. “Time for an examination… Doctor.” Stepping back, she gently pushed Janet to the ground. The woman was acting like putty in her hands, looking at her with intense desire burning in her eyes. Sam liked that look, because it showed that Janet wanted what she wanted. Putting the smaller woman on her back, Sam kissed her passionately, letting her hands slide to the skirt and dragging it down. Janet was moaning and whimpering beneath her, aware of what was coming and desperate for it.

When the skirt was off, Sam spread her legs and slid between them, looking up and shooting a dirty look right into the camera. Bending her head, she slowly nuzzled at Janet’s underwear, taking a deep breath and inhaling the scent. It was gorgeous, driving her wild, making her want to deal with the dripping pool between her own legs, but Janet was first. Pulling the last piece of clothing between her and her goal away, Sam looked at it. It was perfect. Evidently, Janet shaved, which excited Sam no end. Leaning in closer, Sam let her tongue extend outwards and just grazed the tip against the tender flesh before her. Janet’s moan of pleasure was the sweetest thing Sam had heard. She slid her tongue back and forth a little harder before letting the tip just enter the woman before pulling out.

Janet’s moan of frustration made her smile in satisfaction. She enjoyed teasing, toying, playing games. Especially with sexual tension. She slid the tongue in just a little further, maybe half an inch. Janet’s legs came up and wrapped around Sam’s torso, pinning her there. She could feel the doctor’s hands running through her hair. She slid her tongue in further and flicked the tip against the walls of the brunette’s tunnel. Janet’s breathing was shallow and ragged. That was when Sam pulled her tongue out completely. Janet screamed in pure frustration and with a surge of strength, flipped them over, so she was straddling Sam’s upper torso.

Sam merely looked up at her with an innocent expression, which made Janet arch her eyebrow. Janet then turned around, so she was lying back along Sam’s body, her legs past her head. Sam got the message quickly. She put her head up and let her tongue slide into the delicate folds of Janet’s dripping wet vagina. As she worked, now thrusting with it, in and out, she could feel Janet trying to get her skirt off, and lifted her hips up to help the woman. It only took minutes, but then Janet was copying Sam’s actions. They very quickly got into a synchronous rhythm. Every swipe, every glide back and forth, every flick of the tip was duplicated. As Sam pushed deeper, she could feel the tongue inside her moving deeper, as if she was doing it to herself. That idea swirled around her mind, and she soon found herself thinking of doing just that. Maybe with the Mirror involved.

Soon she felt an explosive breath hit her, and felt Janet contract around her tongue. Opening her mouth wider, she took the woman’s fluids as she came, and felt her own building as well. All it took was for Janet to ever so gently glide a finger over Sam’s clit before she was moaning into the soft skin before her as the orgasm flowed throughout her body. The two women collapsed into a sweaty heap, a tangle of limps and clothes. They shifted and smiled at each other, their chins streaked with each other’s juices. A tender kiss was shared, but just the one. They knew now, that many more would come, and so they didn’t rush.

Sam glanced over at the photographer, to see him where he had been, just watching them with a dumbfounded expression. As they got dressed, Sam called over to him. “I hope to have a copy of those.” He nodded slowly, scarcely believing what had happened. That made her chuckle as she headed out of the room with Janet in tow. They sauntered out of the building and shared one final kiss. Sam leaned in close and whispered softly by Janet’s ear. “Follow…” She climbed into the car and pulled out, heading back home, and for a non-lonely night…