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Fic: Telling Him

Title: Telling Him
Author: sgfangirlfics
Pairing: Sam/Janet
Word count: 9,893
Rating: R, for the opening
Spoilers: None, unless you don't know Jacob/Selmak
Disclaimer: Not my characters, I only borrow and give back.

Her hands delicately traced the curves of my stomach, her eyes on the white-washed ceiling above. My eyes were on her hands, watching and feeling each dip and curve just as deliciously as she was. The bed was hot and we had thrown off the covers so that our naked bodies greeted each other in the cool, fresh new air of the day, trickling through the screened window. Round, erect nipples winked at me from her perfectly proportioned breasts, but she had already swatted my hand away when it had risen to meet them. Although the morning air was cold, I felt a heat beginning to swell below my waist, a familiar sensation that mirrored the previous night’s actions.

As if on cue, my phone chose that moment to ring. I groaned and moved quickly to turn off the ringer, but it was too late. The mood was ruined not to be recaptured anytime soon. Quietly cursing the small object, I reached for it again and flipped open the top. I sighed when I read the name on the display.

Arms encircled my waist and a chin tucked itself against my shoulder. Delicate lips pressed against my neck, the warmth tickling my cool skin. The corners of my mouth tugged upward slightly as I gathered her in my arms and kissed her properly. Time always seemed to stop in those moments and this one was no different. Everything else slipped away and she was the only person in my world.

And then the phone rang again. Trying to contain the frustration bubbling inside of me, I shook my head and hit the silent button once more, wishing he would leave me alone. Today was our day, mine and hers, and he hadn’t been figured into my well-worked out plan of relaxation … my eyes wandered over the naked woman beside me, my thoughts returning to earlier methods of relaxation.

I felt more than heard her giggles, even though I was looking right at her. She always had a way of starting a fit of giggles without sound and escalating from there. It was one of the cute little quirks I loved about her. Smiling, I scooted closer and wrapped an arm around her smaller shoulders.

“What’s so funny?” I asked, already knowing the answer. I was starting to find the situation humorous myself.

As I removed my arm, Janet leaned back onto the headboard, residual giggles still causing her chest to bounce slightly. I would be lying if I said I wasn’t mildly distracted watching her breasts rise and fall. “Who keeps calling?” she asked, ignoring my question completely.

Resting comfortably on my elbow beside her, I allow my fingertips to travel up her side ever so slowly, enjoying the shiver it elicited. “No one,” I replied, hand nearing its destination. Sharp, biting pain erupted then disappeared almost as quickly as it had come. Still, I cradled my hand as if it was wounded from her slap. “Ow,” I whispered, giving her my best wounded puppy

Shaking her head, she fixed me with one of her classic doctor stares, and I knew it was time to be serious. “Samantha Carter, who was on the phone?”

I nodded, turning my attentions once again to the now vibrating phone in my other hand. The vibrating indicated a new voice message, one I now knew I would have to listen to shortly.
She looked at me expectantly. “Listen to the message,” she told me gently.

Bringing the receiver to my ear, I punched in my personal code and a very familiar voice resounded in my ear. “I’m outside,” he said, “Your car is in the driveway so I thought you’d be in, but you’re not answering the doorbell. Does it need to be fixed again, Sammy?” he paused then started again, “I guess I’ll just get back in the ride the AF has been nice enough to lend me. Hope you’re having fun. Love you, sweetie.”

“Who was it?” Janet asked when I finally closed the phone.

Resigning myself to the fact that she wouldn’t let me change the subject again, I answered softly, “My father,” and quickly turned to see her reaction.

“Your father? Oh, Sam, you need to call him back,” she responded as she laid her hand on my arm. “I know you don’t get to see him very often. I wouldn’t be offended if you spent some time with him today.”

“But … today is our day … I just want to spend it with you,” I said, cringing a little as I heard the twinge of whine in my tone.

At this, Janet smiled softly and reached a hand out to stroke my cheek gently. Sighing, I leaned into the touch and closed my eyes, silently wishing I could rewind the last five minutes and turn off the ringer on my phone. The longing to take this woman in my arms and show her how much I loved her was almost overwhelming. And I would have done just that if her understanding words hadn’t once again broken my bubble.

“Sam, sweetheart, we have more vacation days. But your father doesn’t come to see you very often – especially now that he’s gone to live with the Tok’ra.” She took my hand and continued,
“You told me once that when he did that the two of you became closer but you still wanted to spend more time with him. Now is your chance.”

I nodded and breathed in the scent of her one last time. Kissing her briefly, I stood up and began pulling on sweat pants I hadn’t remembered taking off the night before. “You sure?” I asked, making sure.

She nodded and shooed me toward the door. “Just remember to wear a bra,” she told me teasingly with a wink.

Tossing a pillow at her, I quickly pressed the callback option on my phone and ducked out the door. Two rings and he answered, crisp and professional as usual and I thought I could detect a slightly pleased tint to his tone. “Sam,” he said as if surprised to hear from me so soon. I would have been, too. “Where are you?”

“Home,” I responded, a little glad to be talking to him even though part of me still wanted to be back in my bed. “I guess the doorbell does need to be fixed again.”

“I could come over and fix that. The car hasn’t gone too far,” he answered, hopefulness in his tone as he waited for my response.

Closing my eyes, I quickly considered this and replied slowly, “You could…” I trailed off, the hesitancy clear in my tone of this I was sure.

“But…” he filled in, waiting for me to complete the sentence.

I hesitated, glancing back at the closed bedroom door. Should I ask Janet if she minds company? Shaking my head, I said slowly, “I have company.”

“Ah,” came the understanding response, although I doubted he understood completely. “If you’d rather I came by later, just say so.”

“No, that’s okay,” I found myself saying. “You can come over now. I just wanted to let you know I’m not alone.”

There was an awkward silence in which I feared I had said the wrong thing or just shocked him into having a heart attack. I was just about to ask him if he was still there when I heard him talk to the driver, telling him to turn the car around. “I’ll be right there, Sammy,” he told me quickly.


He arrived sooner than I thought he would, before I even had a chance to tell Janet he was coming. He had really meant it when he said they weren’t far. This time I heard the knock and rushed to answer it, sweat pants and all. I knew I looked suspiciously as if I had just rolled out of bed, but hey, I had.

“Hi, Dad!” I greeted him a little too enthusiastically, but I wanted to make sure my upstairs guest knew we were certainly not alone any longer.

He greeted me with a hug and then waved his driver away, knowing that I would return him to the base whenever I went back to work. He came inside and closed the door behind him, reaching an arm out and leading me to the kitchen, said in my ear, “Now what food do you have for your father? You of all people know how bad the base food is.”

I giggled and nodded, following his lead. As we passed the staircase, a woman came into view, working her magic on the coffee maker. Janet always made the best coffee. A deep, loving smile leapt to my face at the sight of her in my kitchen in her bathrobe, making coffee as if it was the most normal thing in the world. The fact that she made it to the kitchen without me noticing didn’t even seem important.

Dad had stopped in his tracks, obviously surprised to see the oddly dressed woman in my house, especially early in the morning. Stifling a giggle, I waited to see what would happen. Janet went about her business as if nothing strange was happening. I didn’t have to wait long.

My father was the first to speak, “It’s Dr. Fraiser, right?”

She smiled that damned coy smile and replied with a nod. “Yes, but here you can call me Janet if you’d like.”

He held out a hand. “Then it’s Jacob for you,” he responded with a smile of his own as she took his hand and shook it firmly. “Good grip,” he told her when they released hands.

“Thanks,” she replied, pouring herself a cup of coffee. “Would you like some?” she asked, motioning to the dark liquid and her gaze including both my father and me at once.

“No, thank you,” Dad answered, holding his stomach, “I would love some, but Selmak doesn’t like the taste.”

Her eyelids lifted in surprise as she turned to me. “Sam?”

“Sure, sweetie,” I answered out of habit before I realized what I had called her. If my father noticed anything unusual about the response, he didn’t let on.

My girlfriend proceeded to pour me a cup and then left me alone in the room with my father. He watched her leave with his eyes before turning to me with a raised, questioning eyebrow.

“Did I … interrupt something?” he asked in a teasing tone, a matching smile spreading over his features despite his attempt to stop it.

He didn’t know what he was asking, there was no way he did. The last he knew I was still dating men. Jonas Hansen came to mind and I suppressed a shiver. Sighing, I took a swig of fresh coffee and instantly felt the hot liquid burn my tongue.

Swallowing quickly, I placed the mug on the island table and turned to face my father. It was time to tell him the truth.

“Dad, why don’t you sit down?” I asked, motioning to the bar stools that lined the island.
His smile disappeared almost instantly. “Is something wrong?”

Shaking my head, I took a seat in front of my steaming cup and once again motioned for him to do the same. He finally did, calming my nerves a bit. Taking a deep breath, I opened my mouth and began to speak, slowly at first and gaining speed as I went.

“I need to ask you not to interrupt because there’s something I need to tell you. It’s not bad – at least, I don’t think it’s bad – I think it’s good, actually – anyway…” Now I was rambling and needed to get to the point, something obvious from the way he was looking at me, as if he wanted me to spit it out already. Something my mouth seemed only to happy to oblige. “Janet and I aren’t just friends … I’m gay, a lesbian, I like women, you won’t be helping me plan a big wedding at any time…”

The flow of words trailed off after time. I had half expected him to stop me at some point, mostly with yelling and disappointed protests. But his reaction was unlike anything I had imagined. He was sitting across from me with a big, loving grin plastered to his face, gazing at me as if I had just given him the best news in the world. This confused me even more.

“What are you smiling at?” I asked, folding arms over my chest in mock protest.

A chuckle escaped from my father as he reached across the table and took one of my hands in his, patting it with his free one. “Sammy, I know. I think I’ve always known, even when you started dating boys.” He shrugged. “I think it’s wonderful you’ve finally found someone who makes you happy.”

Exasperated noises escaped from my lips as I huffed away the discomfort. “Why didn’t you ever tell me?”

Another shrug. “I figured you would tell me when you were ready. I just didn’t know it would be so difficult for you.” Then he sobered up, becoming serious. “Besides, when you decided to follow in my footsteps to the Air Force, I knew it would be hard enough for you in a ‘man’s world.’ You needed to come to terms with this on your own, in your own time and you have.” The smile returned. “I’m proud of you, honey.”

I grinned back at him and squeezed his hand. “Thanks, Dad.”

Taking back his hand after a bit, he rubbed his hands together. “So what do you say the three of us go get some brunch and get to know each other?”

I think Janet heard my pleased laughter from upstairs.


( 5 comments — Leave a comment )
Nov. 2nd, 2007 02:59 am (UTC)
Oh, I loved that! I always like to think that Jacob would be accepting and funny about the whole thing, and you captured that! Also, very tender/hot moment there at the beginning. loved it!
Nov. 2nd, 2007 03:13 am (UTC)
Thanks so much! *grin* Glad you liked it!
Nov. 2nd, 2007 03:40 am (UTC)
PS - do you mind if I friend your journal? I just took a quick peek around there and I really liked what I saw.
Nov. 2nd, 2007 04:30 am (UTC)
Friend away! New friends are cool!
Nov. 2nd, 2007 04:37 am (UTC)
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