| Focused |
| by tigermoth26 |
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| Title: Focused Rated: PG Pairing: Sam/Janet Category: Humour, UST Summary: All that Sam wants to do right now is to take that candlestick and shove it up his ars -... Disclaimer: Stargate is not mine. Focused There is large room filled with politicians and military brass. Sam Carter is in that room. She doesn't want to be there, but there's no way that she can't. Everywhere around her there are men in dress jackets and women decked with gowns. She wanders amongst the faces and fidgets with the stem of her wineglass, searching through the eyeballs for a familiar smile and sparkling circles of chocolate-brown. Across the sea of delegates Sam notices her, shimmering and pretty like a pale satin flower. The Colonel is leaning down and chatting with her conspirationally. Occasionally making circular gesticulations with his free hand and his wineglass as he talks with the Doctor on the other side of the room. Janet's laughter drifts to her ears and infuses the Major with honeyed warmth. How much Carter itches to go to her, slide her arms around her lover's slender waist and feel the softness of pale pink satin as it slips beneath her fingertips. She glances at the hands on the surface of her decorative wristwatch, checking if it is still too early yet to go. Five minutes past nine - Carter sighs. It's still too early yet. She partakes in idle conversation until her minute-hand points to 'ten'. Sam fidgets. That's it, she has waited long enough. She deposits her wine glass on a nearby table and makes her way across the carpeted floor. Eighteen paces closer to Janet, seventeen, sixteen - until she is almost within her finger's reach. Kinsey. "Major Caaaaaaaaaarrrrrrterrrrrrrrrrr!" He drools, gloating in the glory of his election. "It is *so* lovely to seeeeeeeee youuuu!" Sam bets her butt cheek it is. Her heart cries - satiny, soft, warm, tender Janet is only a footstep away! Oh, how she wants her. Sam tries valiantly to hold back a pout, and smiles graciously instead, at the newly elected President Kinsey. (The slimy cu - ...) "Mister President." She acknowledges courteously, (though her teeth are clenched together like an oyster shell) "It's an honour to be here." She inwardly cringes as the slimy bastard's hand comes to rest at the small of her back. He turns her away from the object of her desire. Her libido sighs - Janet! The President leads her to a group of men and women talking at the fireplace by the wall. Oh, no no no no! Sam rages mentally. A group of people means talking for a while. Talking means waiting. Waiting means not having her nightly dose of Janet for a long, long time. Kinsey is telling the group something about his dear wife's favourite candlestick. ...Candlestick? The men and women smile and nod obligingly. All that Sam wants to do right now is to take that candlestick and shove it up his ars -... "President Kinsey?" Sam closes her eyes in joy momentarily, she'd recognise that wonderful voice *anywhere*, she tries her hardest not to smile. The fat man turns. "Ah! Major Fraiser. What can I do for you? Friends, let me introduce you to the lo -" Janet lays a firm hand upon the Senator's elbow, interrupting his impromptu introduction. "Actually, Mister President, " she intones oh-so-sweetly, "I was wondering if I would be able to borrow Major Carter for a moment, would you mind, Sam?" One eye winks with a stealthy sweep of darkened lashes as Janet holds her hand out to her Sam. Carter pastes an expression of 'parting-is-such-sweet sorrow' to her face as she steps away from Kinsey. Sam grins at Janet, and Janet smiles at Sam. It's obviously time now for them to say goodbye. |