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Title: Let Them Eat Cake
Author: Sue Corkill
Email: mscorkill@earthlink.net
Category: Sam & Jack
Status: Complete
Rating: PG-13
Content Warning: M/F
Season/Sequel info: Sixth Season
Spoilers: Redemption, Part One
Archive: Heliopolis, SJA, SJHW
Summary: Janet Fraiser witnesses unusual something in the commissary.
Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters and places are the property
of MGM, World Gekko Corp and Double Secret productions. This piece of fan fiction
was created for entertainment not monetary purposes and no infringement on copyrights
or trademarks was intended. Previously unrecognized characters and places, and
this story, are copyrighted to the author. Any similarity to real persons, living
or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.
Feedback: Cheerfully accepted.
Author's notes: Ah, you just knew there would have to be cake fic.... For Ginamarie.<g>
Enjoy!
Copyright © M. Susan Corkill, June 2002.
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LET THEM EAT CAKE
Janet Fraiser watched Colonel O'Neill and Sam in amazement. She never would
have thought of eating cake as a form of foreplay, but if that wasn't what was
happening right before her very eyes, well, she'd eat her Styrofoam coffee cup...after
she drank the coffee, of course!
The cafeteria was deserted; and the only reason she was here was
to conduct an informal interview with the newest member of SG-1-Jonas Quinn-to
evaluate how he was getting along and adjusting to his new role. Which, by the
enthusiasm of his voice and overall animated state, was going exceedingly well.
Normally, the commissary in the middle of the afternoon filled the bill quite
nicely, as it was generally empty and provided a less intimidating environment
than the infirmary or her office. Now, she wasn't sure about the suitability
of her choice! Ordinarily she wasn't one to let herself be distracted, however
she found herself unable to tear her eyes away from where O'Neill and Carter
sat eating cake-if that's what you could call what they were doing!
Sam had a big piece of chocolate cake with chocolate icing sitting
in front of her, while it looked like O'Neill had the strawberry shortcake.
Or at least what passed for strawberry shortcake at the base cafeteria-a slice
of spongy pound cake topped with what Janet was sure were frozen strawberries
and liberally doused with whipped topping. The two of them sat across the small
table from each other, both sitting so close to the table that Janet was positive
their knees had to be touching, even though she couldn't see for sure.
Janet watched, practically mesmerized, as Sam lowered her fork
to the plate in front of her, slicing through the thick piece of cake and slowly
raising the fork and moist-looking morsel to her mouth. As Sam brought the mouthful
of cake closer and closer to her face, she daintily licked her lips and opened
her mouth. Janet glanced at O'Neill, who stared across at his major. He looked
so totally engrossed in Sam's actions that Janet doubted he'd hear the klaxons
if they were suddenly to go off! Janet saw his eyes narrow and she quickly looked
back at Sam, who had stuck her tongue out and was licking a bit of the icing
off the cake on her fork. Sam smiled-deliberately, Janet knew-and opening her
mouth, took the mouthful of cake and slowly started to chew, her whole face
shining with intense pleasure. Sam set her fork down and all the while watching
O'Neill, picked up her glass of milk and took a big swallow, tilting her head
back and accentuating the long line of her neck. Sam sat the glass back down
and wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, looked at the man across from
her.
Janet also looked at O'Neill, wondering how the Colonel would
ever be able to top the display just put on by his second in command. She didn't
have to wonder long.... O'Neill picked up his soupspoon, digging deep into the
cake and strawberries in his bowl. Once he had a heaping spoonful, he dipped
it into the whipped topping. Janet watched in awe as he raised the overloaded
spoon to his mouth-his eyes never once leaving Sam's-and popped the whole spoonful
into his mouth! His eyes closed briefly, his face flush with pleasure as he
slowly and deliberately chewed. A bit of whipped topping however, hadn't made
it into his mouth and was a conspicuous blob of white at the corner of his mouth.
Janet's eyes grew even wider as she watched Sam reach out and
with one finger, wipe the blob of whipped topping from O'Neill's lips. She held
her finger right in front of his mouth and he parted his lips, his tongue snaking
out and he delicately licked the whipped topping off of her finger. When he
had finished, Sam slowly stuck the same finger in her mouth, her lips closing
around the digit and sucking, as she finished cleaning off her finger.
Janet finally averted her eyes, feeling flushed and embarrassed.
She wasn't by nature a voyeur, but by god, that had to have been one of the
most erotic exchanges she'd ever witnessed! She realized in dismay that Jonas
had stopped talking and had turned his head, apparently to see what had diverted
her attention.
"Ah," he turned back towards her, his brown eyes sparkling
with humor, his smile even wider than usual. He leaned closer to her and whispered
sotto voce, "A less observant person would tell you there's something going
on between Colonel O'Neill and Major Carter."
Janet was momentarily stunned by his comment, but then she grinned
as he winked at her. Yes, it looked like Jonas Quinn was going to fit in quite
nicely with SG-1.
THE END