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| ShatterStorm Productions
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Primary Character(s): Sam Carter
Secondary Influences: A.D. 1928," "The Best of Times," and "Snowblind" by Styx
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++ Sam ++
"Hey, Art?" I ask softly, coming up on my lover in the hot tub. "Care for some company?"
"He-ey there yourself, Sammy girl," Art says softly with a broad smile as she sits up a bit. "I'd love your company. Especially since I can see a beer bottle in your hand. I'm just about out and was dreading having to leave all of this lovely water to get more."
I can feel the grin breaking out on my face, and eagerly slip out of my robe. Handing her the bottle, I ease into the bubbling water and can't stifle the happy groan as the warmth seeps into my skin. She chuckles, and I know I'm blushing in response. "Art," I whine self-consciously, but willingly lean into her embrace.
We're quiet for a long moment, and my eyes are drawn to the stars overhead. I start naming them mentally, out of habit, and try to pinpoint which ones are coordinates from the 'gate. I shift slightly, moving closer to Art and sigh as she lightly strokes my arm. After a few moments of this, Art shifts and pulls me to sit between her legs, her arms going around my waist. My head automatically falls back onto her shoulder, and I shiver slightly at her warm breath against the skin of my neck.
"So tell me, Sammy," Art finally murmurs, as if unwilling to break the comfortable silence around us. "What's brought you outside on such a cold night? I figured you'd be curled up in bed with Janet, reading one of your scientific journals or something."
Unable to tear my eyes from the heavens, I shake my head. "Janet and Darya changed nights at the last minute. Emily wasn't feeling good and only wanted Darya with her." I pause, chewing on my lower lip, debating giving her the rest of the reason. Finally, I softly admit, "And I was feeling lonely." It's not exactly a secret that I've been wanting someone around more and more often since I had Elana.
It's been a very interesting transition from being so damned self-reliant when I joined the Air Force to being able to admit wanting someone else in my life now. Well, not easily admitted, but better than I used to be. Okay, I wasn't really self-reliant when I joined the Air Force either. I was looking for a way to deal with my mother's death and the death of my family because of it. It wasn't like my father ever really paid me any further attention after she died, outside of praising me for my studies and expecting me to be the perfect little girl that never grew up, or some version of my mother. Yeah, Darya's been having a field day over that one for years now. She loves needling Dad about that, especially now that Selmak's joined in on the fun.
So I looked for the affection elsewhere. My books were first; I was a complete nerd. Ainsley tried to stop that. I really did love her, I think, in that teenager with a first crush kind of way. And then Dad got reassigned and we moved. There were a string of guys after that, mostly once I'd gotten into the Air Force. None of them were good for me: Jonas, that thing I had for Jack once upon a time, Martouf, Narim, Bob... The list could go on. There were a few other single dates, but those were mercy dates, if I'm completely honest.
Yeah, Bob. About him… He's definitely one of the stupidest mistakes of my life. But I'd do it all over again, because Bob's betrayal is what led me to Art and Janet. I don't think I've ever been happier than to be a part of this family. I feel like I finally belong somewhere, to someone or rather several someones, and I'm not alone anymore. And the best part? I don't have to be alone, not unless I want to be. Art and Janet have been very good at giving me all the time I need to myself, especially when I've really needed some time to process things. Yeah, they had to get a little nudge from Darya once or twice, but they learned and now we all have our alone time when we need it.
But right now, all I need is time with one of my lovers.
"Penny for them?" Art asks softly, lips brushing lightly against my earlobe. I jump at the sensation, feeling the heat of her nearness pool in the pit of my stomach.
"Just thinking," I whisper back, a lump suddenly forming in my throat.
"About what? I mean, if you want to share. You know you can always talk to me about anything, Sam."
I nod and shift slightly, pressing my face into the crook of her neck. Art gently strokes my stomach and I feel my skin flutter away from her touch ever so slightly. Not unpleasantly, of course. Just the opposite, in fact. I've been avoiding this moment for months now, practically a year. I think it was when I first starting showing with Elana that sex became intolerable for me. It's been forever since I've felt aroused enough to even consider cuddling with either of my lovers. And I want so much more than a simple cuddle under the stars.
And without further thought, I stand up and turn to face Art. The cold November air raises goose bumps on my skin, but they're nothing compared to the fluttering butterflies in my stomach. Before I lose my nerve, I straddle Art's lap and wind my fingers into the curls on her head.
"Sam?"
"No talking," I murmur. "Don't make me lose this feeling."
She grins broadly and leans in to take my lips in a demanding kiss. I surrender willingly and gasp against her tongue as her fingers move up to stroke across the thin, wet cotton tank top covering my breasts. I can't help squirming against Art's body, memories of all the times we've made love running through my mind. I make sure to rub against the scars I know so intimately under her wife beater and shorts; I want Art just as needy as I am right now.
Art drags her nails across the healthy fullness of my breasts, teasing each nipple until it's standing stiffer than I thought possible. Then again, the Eating Machine chewing on my nipples several times daily has made them so damned sensitive, it's not even funny. And every single touch of her fingernails against my skin is a direct jolt to my pussy, and I want nothing more than to feel that repeatedly.
"Art, please," I groan, arching into her touch.
"Shh," she whispers, nipping at my lower lip. "How quiet can you be tonight, Sammy girl? How quiet can you be while I try to make you scream?"
All I can do is whimper in reply, body shuddering at the implications of her words. She chuckles darkly and flicks one of my nipples again, forcing a whine from my lips. Without hesitating, she leans in for another hard kiss, tongue delving deep to explore my mouth like she hasn't done since I got pregnant. The sudden memory of Art as a man, fucking me practically senseless, has me whining like a bitch in heat.
She shakes her head, biting down on my lower lip until I see the stars above inside my closed eyelids. Her hands pull insistently at the hem of my tank top until it's off my body. This allows her to replace the fingers of one hand with her lips. I can't help the sharp squeal of need as her lips and teeth worry at my nipple. After Janet's first pregnancy, we'd both had the opportunity to experience making love to a lactating woman. Art had found it extremely erotic, and Janet certainly hadn't minded. Now I could see why. Such a different sensation to feel Art's lips suckling in tandem with that slight release of pressure.
Her fingers slip into the waistband of the bikini panties I'm wearing, zeroing in on my clit. A few light strokes and I'm panting heavily before she even slips two fingers deep into my pussy. "Oh god, Art."
"Shh, it's okay, Sam," Art murmurs against my breast, hand stilling against my pussy for a moment before she removes her fingers. "Come on, Sammy girl, up on the ledge."
"What?"
Instead of speaking, she guides me up onto the ledge, easing my panties down as she does. "Relax and enjoy the ride, okay? And remember, not a sound."
Torn between confusion and arousal, I nod. It isn't until she kneels on the bench and lifts my knees up over her shoulders that I realize what she's going to do. Squirming again, I lean back on my elbows and do my best to get comfortable. I have to bite my cheek to keep from crying out when Art's tongue slithers its way between my lips and across my clit. She takes her time, familiarizing herself with my body again.
I fight my orgasm for as long as possible, not wanting this to end. The logical part of my brain reminds me that this won't be the last time Art makes love to me, but I still can't help wanting to prolong this first release. Art appears to have figured out my plan and begins to use her considerable arsenal of weapons to make me lose control. Three fingers fill my pussy and send me spiraling closer and closer to my orgasm. I can't help the spasming of my inner muscles around her fingers, wanting to keep them filling me. But it's the finger she slips into my ass that does me in. Despite the desire to stay quiet like she dared me to, I can't help myself. My orgasm feels stronger than I can remember in a long time and I let out a loud, high-pitched keening sound as my body spasms against her. Within a short time, I hear the dogs howling, and if I wasn't otherwise occupied, I might blush. Maybe I am anyway. Who cares?
I'm still whimpering softly and shivering against both the aftershocks of my orgasm and the cold November air as Art pulls me down into the water again. The heat of it burns on my skin, and I lean weakly against Art, hiding my face in the crook of her neck as the sliding glass door opens.
"Art? Is everything okay out here?" Karen's voice calls out. "The dogs started howling all of a sudden."
"It's all good, Karen," Art calls back. "Sam and I are just…getting reacquainted."
There's silence for just a few seconds before Karen's dark chuckle drifts over toward us. "So that's what that sound was," she teases. "Darya owes me, and I think I'm gonna go collect. Have a good night, you two!"
And then the door slides shut again, followed very soon by Art's deep laugh. "Dare's gonna kick my ass tomorrow. But I think I'll enjoy it."
I giggle shyly and nuzzle closer to Art, fingers lightly stroking along her scars. "Thank you, Art."
"Anything for you, ehromenee," she murmurs with a kiss, pulling me close again. "We'll warm you up for a bit, and then continue this upstairs, yes? And as soon as Emily's feeling better, you and I will be keeping Janet up so she can join in on the fun."
"I think I'd like that," I reply with a grin. "S'pos, Art."
"S'pos, Sammy girl."
