Sam was doing that thing again. That mischievous-smiling, lip-biting, glittery-hopeful-eyeballs thing that she thought Janet was such a sucker for.
‘What?’ Janet asked, briskly retracting her hands from the task of unbuttoning Sam’s bluejeans, sitting back on the bed and crossing her arms.
‘Hey!’ Playful-indignant, Sam sidled up to the bed, nudging Janet’s knees apart with her own. ‘What’s that for?’
Janet twisted her lips out of the smile that tugged at them into a simulacrum of terse irritation. ‘Spill, Sam. What now?’ Sam did the thing again. And plopped onto the bed next to her partner with an eager bounce.
‘Well, I was thinking.’
‘Thinking that – well, you know, that Jonas Quinn is kinda cute.’
Janet gave her her best shock-and-dismay open-mouthed indignation-gasp. ‘No. Absolutely not. Ah ah ah –’ she raised a finger to Sam’s protest-ready lips. ‘I said no.’
‘Why not?’ Sam whimpered.
‘That is why not.’ Janet couldn’t resist her fullest smile now, no more than she could stop herself scrambling to straddle Sam’s lap, wrap her arms around her neck, and plant a kiss on her nose. ‘That whimper, and that face. Like a child who’s been denied a new dollie.’
Sam grinned. Idiot, Janet thought. Loveable goddamned insatiable man-killing idiot. ‘C’mon, Jan,’ she mumbled, idiot-grinning and speaking and kissing all at once. ‘You have to admit, Jonas is cute. Cute and willing, I’ll bet my commission on it.’ Janet refrained from issuing a wry observation on just how steeply they were both betting their commissions this very moment. ‘And we had so much fun with Davis, that one time – and remember the look on Makepeace’s face when you tied him up?’
Janet laughed against her lover’s neck, where she’d intended to busy herself with an elaborate pattern of nibbles. ‘That’s exactly it, Sam. That’s exactly why not.’
Sam craned her neck to catch Janet’s lips with her own, slid her hands swiftly under her shirt and along her ribcage so she gasped. ‘What’s exactly why not?’ Her whisper had grown sultry, and Janet felt herself tighten as her hips rose involuntarily against her lover’s belly.
‘Because you treat men like pets, Sam.’ There was nothing feigned, now, in Janet’s gasp as Sam’s palm parted her shirt and roughed across the lace of her bra, pinching just hard enough to – ‘Tease.’
‘Tease, nothin’. I fully intend to follow through on that promise. Just as soon as you admit that Jonas is cute.’
‘I fear for the boy, is all.’ Sam bit down rather hard on her clavicle, and Janet yelped, laughing again. ‘Yes, yes, okay, he’s cute.’ Sam planted matching teeth-marks at the other end of Janet’s clavicle. ‘And yes! Okay, I was staring at his shoulders this afternoon.’ Sam’s victorious giggle against Janet’s skin made her moan, and she rose on her knees, putting her sternum level with Sam’s lips. Sam hovered just a breath away from kissing, and licking, and god knows what. Janet’s nails dug into her shoulders.
‘And?’ came Sam's teasing voice, accompanied by Sam’s hands firm on her thighs.
‘Damn it all, Samantha Carter,’ Janet laughed, bending to cup her lover’s face in her hands and kiss her much more sweetly than she truly wanted to. ‘Yes, I’ll think about it, all right? On one condition.’
‘Mm? What’s that?’ Sam lifted Janet’s hips, nuzzling the rise of one breast as her hand ghosted around to fiddle with the catch of her bra. Janet gripped the back of her lover’s neck.
‘Fuck me senseless, this instant. That’s an order.’
Sam grinned and moaned against her skin.