Fifteen minutes after hanging up the phone, Sam Carter was bouncing on the balls of her feet and knocking on Janet's front door, smart enough to be intensely grateful Cass was spending the night at a friend's. She would probably have gone utterly insane if she had to wait any longer or try to be quiet. Normally, she was good at waiting to make love until opportunity allowed and being quiet as a church mouse so Cassie didn't hear, but as aroused as she was, neither of those options seemed terribly likely.

The door swung open no more than a second or two after she knocked, and Janet stepped aside, silently making way for Sam to enter.

Swallowing hard, stood paralyzed for a long moment as she stared at her lover. Janet looked as good as she ever had, her hair loose, wearing a pale blue t-shirt with a deeply scooped neckline, and well-worn jeans that fit like a second skin. And she definitely wasn't wearing a bra. Another hard swallow as Sam found herself contemplating the taste of the soft skin available if she just peeled the thin t-shirt off the smaller woman.

"Sam, I--" Janet started to speak, but Sam lay gentle fingers over full lips, effectively silencing her. Stepping inside, she kicked the door shut and reached back to throw the deadbolt without once taking her eyes off  the smaller woman.

"Shhh," the blond whispered, then caught slender hands in her own, stroking the rise of Janet's knuckles as she ducked her head and pressed soft kisses over the back of each hand. After a moment, she carefully settled Janet's palms on her shirtfront.

Brows rising in silent question, Janet curled her fingers into the fluttery silk.

Sam nodded, hunger glittering in sea-blue eyes as she pulled her hands away, lifting them to cup her lover's face between her palms, toying with silky hair that glittered with coppery highlights. "Do it," she said very softly.

Janet ripped, parting the shirt down the center and sending buttons scattering across the tiled foyer floor, the tiny sounds they made as they landed and rolled, making both woman tremble with awareness. Everything the other woman had said about her dreams burning in her brain, she slowly spread the soft fabric -- a hint of a smile touching her lips as she noted that Sam was braless -- then leaned forward, brushing her lips against the soft skin in the valley between her breasts. A hint of salt and perfume teased her senses, the unique flavor of Sam's skin flowing over her tongue. Her lover shivered gently, curving one hand to the back of Janet's head and guiding her gently as she explored the graceful blending of soft flesh and firm muscle.

Tipping her head back on her shoulders, Sam sank into the sensual pleasure, hands brushing over Janet's hair, then along the breadth of her shoulders and down the length of her arms, losing herself in the sensual pleasure of the contact. Knees weak, she leaned against the door at her back, her knees little more than jelly, hands sliding over her lover's hair in mindless caresses as Janet enjoyed her chance to explore. She let out a soft groan of disappointment long moments later, when Janet trailed up to kiss the side of her neck, then pulled away.

"My turn," the doctor whispered near Sam's ear and caught her hands, directing them to her chest.

Sam cupped the full weight of her breasts in her hands, using her thumbs to tease already swollen nipples.

"Take it off," Janet ordered huskily. Sam dropped her hands to the bottom edge of her shirt, intending to peel it over her head, but Janet stopped her with a touch. "No," she whispered and lifted her hands to her collar.

"You mean?"

The smaller woman nodded.

Despite her slender build, Sam was used to lugging heavy equipment day in and day out, and was stronger than she looked as a result. The knit tore easily under her hands and she was amazed by the tiny thrill that ran through her. There was something curiously satisfying about rending the garment into pieces; a possessive sort of charge that wasn't usually a part of their lovemaking, but which suddenly felt erotic as hell. With a low groan, she slipped her hands around the smaller woman's waist, hauling her close to bury her face in full breasts, mouth moving voraciously over soft skin.

Groaning low in her throat, Janet worked her hands into thick blonde hair, arching her throat back in open invitation to her questing lips as Sam followed a meandering path up her chest, then along a sensitive cord in her throat. Finally, she tugged on the gilded hair caught in her grasp, pulling Sam's head up until their mouths met and blended together. She couldn't contain a hard shiver as agile hand continued exploring and stroking her body with knowing appreciation.

Wanting to share the pleasure she was feeling, Janet dropped her hands to her lover's hips to ease her fingertips under her waistband, spreading them over her lower back and into the vee shaped indentation that flared into her tight derriere. By the time the kiss broke, they were both breathing hard and trembling gently. Janet leaned against Sam's chest, enjoying the feel of her bare skin under her cheek, while Sam rested her chin against the side of her. It was Janet who broke the brief reprieve first, dragging the hands tucked in Sam's waistband around to the front, popping the top button open with rough haste. The soft rasping sound the zipper made as she tugged it down sent a complementary shiver of awareness down her spine. Looking up, she saw the heat burning in her lover's gaze and realized it had done the same for her. A smile played over full lips and she eased a hand inside the front of Sam's jeans, immediately causing an answering leap of arousal in her lover's eyes.

Already rigid stomach muscles tightened into a concave and a shudder slid through Sam as Janet worked her fingers inside the tight fabric. Blue eyes slid closed and she leaned more firmly against the door at her back. "Easy," she groaned, already so aroused she was a little afraid she wouldn't last more than a second or two if the contact got too intimate.

Janet chuckled softly. "Don’t worry," she whispered, turning her head to rest her chin on Sam's chest. "I'm planning for this to take all night."

Sam shivered and nodded, swallowing hard to moisten her suddenly dry throat before she tried to speak. "Like you said," she exhaled heavily, "great minds and all that." Then she hooked a hand behind Janet's head, tugging the smaller woman into a hungry kiss that only deepened as the seconds ticked by. "But I think maybe we should take this to the bedroom," she groaned when it finally broke. She cupped Janet's face in her hands, then stroked down the length of her neck and along the breadth of her shoulders. "However, I think a pirate should do things the old fashioned way." Before her lover had a chance to comment, she ducked over, pulling her over her shoulder in a fireman's carry. The doctor yelped as she suddenly found herself slung up and Sam slapped her lightly on the backside. "Time to carry off the maiden fair for a bit of ravishing," the blonde chortled happily as she hurried toward the bedroom.

"Unhand me, you foul blackguard," Janet ordered through her giggles, yowling noisily when Sam slapped her backside again.

"Silence, wench," Carter growled, which only drew more giggles. She dumped Janet onto the mattress, grinning down at the smaller woman as she noted the flesh revealed by her torn shirt. "You belong to Black Sam Carter now."  She peeled off her blouse theatrically and tossed it aside, dropping on top of her lover when she made as if to flee. They wrestled momentarily, both laughing breathlessly, until Sam pressed Janet's hands firmly into the mattress and stretched out above her, bare chests molded together. "Oh no, wench, you'll not be escaping my clutches," she teased, and kissed her lover, tongue demanding entrance, the movement of her lips rough and eager. When the kiss finally broke, she trailed her lips down Janet's throat, biting softly, then dipped her tongue into the hollow at the base. "And the first thing I'll be wantin' from my beautiful prisoner is an honest accounting of just what she dreamed about me."

Caught by surprise, Janet blinked, her mouth momentarily working silently. Her cheeks turned a bright shade of pink as she realized what her lover was asking. "You ... uh ... you want me to...." She fell silent, hopelessly embarrassed by the entire idea. The instant, stammering confession over the phone was one thing ... one very quick and vague thing -- but a detailed description was another matter entirely. Nope. No way. That was not gonna happen.

Sam offered a wicked grin, pinning Janet's wrists more firmly to the bed as she slowly thrust herself against the woman beneath her, making for a total body caress that left them both shaking. "Yup ... every ... lusty ... bawdy ... word ... of ... it," she demanded, dropping light kisses along the faint rise of Janet's collarbone between the softly spoken words.

Janet's blush deepened. "Sam, you can't seriously--" Strange that she should be so embarrassed about talking about sex when they'd so thoroughly explored one another physically, but it meant admitting to certain fantasies that left her feeling vaguely uncomfortable.

"Aye, yes, I can," her lover corrected as she pushed up on her hands, still playing the part of the kidnapping pirate, judging by the rakish grin she directed at Janet. She ducked her head, lips wrapping softly around a swollen nipple, then Janet shivered as she felt the brush of sharp teeth. Another slow thrust dragged her entire body against Janet's and left them both trembling. "I wanna hear every bit of it." She looked up, eyes turning violet with sensual desire. "Every ... last ... little ... detail." She dropped her chin again, dragging her tongue over soft skin. "Now!" she barked when Janet still didn't answer. "Or I'll see the other prisoner's pay for your defiance."

Sculpted brows rose as Janet's blush deepened another shade. "Which would probably be a more effective threat if there actually were other prisoners," she pointed out all too rationally, neatly parrying the request to gain herself some time.

Dark blond brows drew together in a frown. "You make a good, old-fashioned ravishing difficult," Sam complained.

"Well, it's just..." Janet began, then changed tacks. "Why don't you go first," she challenged.

It was Sam's turn to blush, the deep stain crawling over her cheekbones. "Because the prisoner doesn't interrogate the pirate, the pirate interrogates the prisoner," she riposted neatly.

Janet's teeth gritted with annoyance. Fair point. However.... A grin lifted her lips even as she twisted her wrists neatly in Sam's grip, and yanked free. She instantly dropped her hands to Sam's shoulders, muscles flexing as pushed solidly. Startled by the sudden show of resistance, Sam tumbled to one side and suddenly found herself on the bottom as Janet straddled her hips and pressed her wrists into the mattress above her head. "It seems to me there was more than one pirate fantasy mentioned," the doctor drawled, then leaned down to snatch a quick kiss from lips still parted from uttering a startled yelp. "And since you're now on the bottom, I really think you should go first." Full lips parted in a broad grin as Sam's flush deepened.

"Clever," the blonde growled, then grinned as she braced herself to return the favor.

The wrestling match that followed was intense enough to have them both breathing hard, but gently done on both sides. Before it was over, Janet found herself on the bottom once again, her wrists bound up in her own t-shirt, the hanging tails of the shirt caught firmly on her headboard. Glaring up at what Sam had managed to accomplish during their brief, erotically-charged tussle, she said a very bad word.

Laughing softly, Sam ducked her head and snatched another quick kiss. "Which is a sure sign my beautiful prisoner has lost the fight, if not her will to fight," she teased, then nipped the point of Janet's chin. "However, I think it's time I collect on my prize." She trailed her lips along Janet's cheek and wound up nibbling on her ear. "Every word of it," she commanded through a throaty chuckle.

Janet strained against the impromptu bindings, but Sam had managed to get her thoroughly trussed up. She cursed again, though, if pressed, she would have had to admit there was something erotic as hell about it all. She just hated losing. She sighed softly, then tried to keep her voice as flat and clinical as possible as she began, "You were a pirate ... who took the ship I was on because you saw me on deck and wanted me," maintaining the neutral tone became a considerable challenge when Sam trailed soft kisses down the arch of her throat and along the curve of her shoulder. "We ... uh ... we fought ... and well...." She trailed off purposefully, the bland tone trailing off into a gasp as a rough tongue teased the inner curve of her breast. Hopefully, that would satisfy the other woman, and get this exercise in discomfort over with so they could move on to ... other things.

Sam pushed up on one hand, grinning lazily down at Janet as she stroked a swollen nipple with her thumb. "I'm guessing I won," she teased, refusing to let the subject drop.

A sculpted eyebrow rose high on Janet's forehead. "Yes," she ground out, a dull flush crawling over her cheeks, "you won ... not that I surrendered or anything," she added defensively. Even when it came to her dreams, she hated losing.

"I never thought you did," Sam assured her, well aware of the other woman's competitive side. Her lips closed momentarily on a puckered nipple before she swirled her tongue around the tip of Janet's breast, drinking in the soft moan that vibrated through her lover's chest. After a long moment, she pushed up on one hand. "Sounds like I carried my lady fair off for a battle of another kind."

Janet's blush only got deeper, and she swallowed hard. "There was some continued ... struggle," she admitted under duress.

Her grin broadening a notch, Sam trailed a single fingertip down the center of her lover's torso, enjoying the leap and play of taut muscle. She leaned close, nibbling on Janet's earlobe, her voice a teasing whisper. "I think you liked it," she whispered suggestively.

Unable to contain a tiny groan, Janet shifted restlessly under Sam's explorations, embarrassed by the nature of her fantasies even though Sam's had apparently been somewhat similar. "It was..." she panted, trailing off uncertainly when she couldn't come up with the right word.

"Tell me," Sam prompted, running her teeth down the length of her lover's throat while her hand skated lower on her torso, stroking and caressing velvety flesh. When Janet didn't continue, she pushed up on one hand, a wicked smile curving her lips. "I could probably still catch the last half of Conan O'Brien," she threatened.

Janet frowned. She wouldn't ... couldn't.... But then again, Sam's self-control could be pretty impressive ... certainly moreso than her own tended to be. All those years of celibacy, she supposed, had developed some capacity for self denial in the other woman. Or maybe it was just that Sam was made of sterner stuff than most people. "Don't ... you ... dare ... or ... I ... will ... hurt ... you," she growled and flashed her most intimidating look.

Sam grinned, reaching up to toy with the makeshift bindings wrapped around her lover's wrists. "Big talk from the one who's all tied up," she teased and pushed up on her hands, making as if to leave.

"Sam, I mean it," Janet groaned, a little panicked by the idea of being left trussed up and half crazed with lust until Sam deigned to do something about it.

Her lover's grin broadened a notch, one eyebrow twitching upward as she pushed upright and sat back on her heels. "Yes, m'love?" she drawled, folding her arms loosely across her chest, making it obvious that she wasn't going to move forward without a bit of surrender.

Janet pulled on the jerry-rigged bonds, muscles rippling with effort all to no avail. Unfortunately, Sam was entirely too good at knots. She made an annoyed sound in the back of her throat, gnawing on her lower lip and twisting her head to peer up at her own wrists as she considered the problem. She yelped when Sam suddenly leaned forward again, hands braced on the mattress on either side of her torso to take her weight. One eyebrow rose sharply, giving her a distinctly piratical air.

"Spill the details ... or suffer the consequences," she murmured, her voice low and intent, playing her role with abandon.

She wasn't kidding, Janet realized in a rush. She'd do it. She'd actually do it. Her response was softly uttered, but decidedly obscene.

Sam's grin only got wider, showing gleaming, white teeth.

Janet growled another low curse, then sighed heavily. "It was erotic," she admitted under duress.

Sam ducked her head, trailing her tongue down the length of Janet's throat, rewarding her for the admission, but not too much. She was going to have to do better for that. "What else?" she growled, her voice vibrating against soft flesh.

A low moan escaped the doctor's lips as sharp teeth edged along the curve of her jaw. "...and just a little scary ... but...."

"Yes?" Carter pressed when Janet trailed off again.

The other woman's eyes slid closed for a moment, a tiny moan escaping her parted lips as Sam caressed the curve of her hip and nibbled on the rise of her collarbone. "It was intense ... exciting," she croaked at last, taking a deep breath before continuing more honestly than she'd really planned, "I was aroused, but fighting it ... afraid of being out of control. We fought ... with swords on deck... and...."

Sam shifted, stretching out above her lover, one knee sliding between Janet's, her weight supported on one hand. "Go on," she commanded, her voice low and husky as she ducked her head to draw her lips down the center of Janet's chest.

"I lost," Janet gasped, the softly spoken admission drawing a soft laugh from Sam.

"I guessed as much," the blonde admitted before prompting, "then what happened?"

"You carried me over your shoulder to your ship...."

Sam grinned as she realized she'd unknowingly duplicated her dream self in carrying off her lover. Smooth move. She ducked her head, dusting soft kisses over Janet's upper chest, then sharp incisors toyed with a swollen nipple, stroking and pulling gently as it stiffened even further. "And then?"

Janet couldn't even begin to refuse this time. She was trapped in a silky web of submission and arousal that left her shaking with need. "We struggled ... then you held me down," she admitted breathlessly, her voice turning into a soft groan when Sam brushed silky kisses along the curve of her ribs, "and made love to me...." Another soft groan overtook her ability to speak.

"How?" Sam demanded raggedly, dragging her tongue over velvety skin to outline firm muscle.

"With your hands ... your mouth," Janet gasped, her voice little more than a ragged shadow of itself. Her body rolling restlessly under the barrage of kisses and caresses, she fought the makeshift bindings on her wrists, eager not to escape, but to pull Sam closer. Harsh breathing turned to soft cries as her lover found the top button on her jeans, then eased the zipper down.

Sam eased a fine-boned hand inside the front of Janet's jeans, fingers fluttering through silky curls, drawing closer to the damp heat tempting her. "And it excited you, didn't it?" she whispered as she dipped her tongue into the hollow of Janet's navel. "Being forced?"  Her fingers continued stroking soft flesh just out of range of the most intense heat. "Made you silky and wet?"

"Sam," Janet gasped, her body moving with those gentle caresses even as she tried to ignore her own fantasies, embarrassed by the intensity of her response to something she'd never considered entirely healthy. Her breath caught a beat later as sharp teeth just barely brushed the curve of her hip, not biting but threatening.

"Tell me," her lover commanded.

"Yes," the doctor heard herself admitting, "it made ... me ... ache...."

"Good girl," Sam praised, sliding her other hand inside Janet's waistband and easing her jeans lower. "Now, tell me the rest of it," she added on a commanding note.

Janet's head tipped back on her shoulders, pressing into the pillows as she again tried to twist her wrists free.

"If you don't tell me, I might just have to slow things waaaayyyy down," Sam threatened, the softly spoken words sending a bolt of pure heat through Janet as she unknowingly echoed the dream lover's tactics. "You've never handled denial well," she teased and flicked her tongue lower, drawing close to the open vee of Janet's jeans in front.

 "You made me beg," Janet admitted on a gasp, muscles pulling taut, sweat forming a thin sheen on her skin. "Drew things right to the edge ... and no farther ... not until...." The confession melded into a low groan. She couldn't believe what she was saying -- what she was admitting to -- but she was lost in the game they were playing, making the unthinkable incredibly erotic and exciting.

"Not until you begged and pleaded," Sam whispered, her own body throbbing in response to the idea of hearing that sort of plea on her lover's lips. Her eyes gleamed as she looked up, and a wicked smile curved her lips. "I like it." She pushed up on her knees, fingers curling into well worn denim, applying just enough strength to peel Janet's jeans off. Finished, she leaned forward, hands braced on either side of her lover's torso to take her weight as she offered a wicked smile. "I want it."

"Sam," Janet groaned, utterly lost in the intense look directed her way, "what are you--"

Sharp teeth grazed the doctor's jaw. "Beg," Sam ordered as agile fingers combed through damp curls, teasing by drawing close, but not delivering the caresses she knew her lover wanted most. She leaned down, lips brushing the upper curve of full breasts, teeth playing lightly over velvety flesh.

"You've gotta be kidding," Janet panted, then yelped as Sam bit the outer curve of her breast just hard enough to draw her attention without causing actual pain.

"Beg," Sam commanded again, her voice a low rasp as her breath played over soft skin. She continued combing her fingers through soft hair, teasing silky outer folds, but delving no deeper. She fluttered delicate kisses along the underside of Janet's left breast, then followed the centerline of her abdomen downward. A moment later, she dipped her tongue into her lover's navel before trailing butterfly kisses along the flare of her pelvis. A tiny bite on Janet's hip drew a soft moan and Sam couldn't resist the urge to dip her fingers a little deeper into flesh that was silky-wet with arousal.

"No," Janet groaned despite the temptation to simply surrender. Her body was one giant, massive bundle of need ... but then there was that whole hating to lose thing. 

Sam's lips pursed in mild disapproval. "You're making this difficult," she complained as she shifted, pressing slim thighs apart and settling into the space between them.

Janet swallowed hard, looking down until she met her lover's gaze. "Isn't that the idea?" she gasped, her eyes dazed with need, hips rising and falling under Sam's hand, blindly seeking more contact. After all, the push-me-pull-you game between them only intensified everything.

"Good point," Sam breathed and trailed her tongue along the curve of her lover's pelvis until she brushed the edge of soft curls. A smile touched her mouth when slim hips instinctively bucked upward, but she pulled back, refusing to increase the contact just yet. "I guess that means I'll just have to make you beg," she breathed, her eyes gleaming with raw lust as she pressed her fingers deeper, dragging them slowly over aching flesh.

Her breath coming in rough pants, sweat turning her skin glossy, Janet shook her head, lost in the wicked game they'd begun. "Never," she whispered defiantly, her body thrilling to Sam's answering laugh, hips rising to meet the fingers that slid into her body with controlled strength, riding with her slow thrusts to go only so deep and no deeper.

"That's a long time," Sam breathed, ducking her head to dust soft kisses over even softer hair. Janet moved restlessly, instinctively fighting the bonds as graceful fingers parted delicate folds.

"I won't beg," the doctor groaned. Then Sam's tongue followed the same path her fingers had taken, and Janet's head snapped back on her shoulders, slamming into the thick pile of pillows.

"Yes, you will," her lover disagreed confidently, fingers widening the spread of Janet's sex to make way for her tongue. Sandpapery warmth explored, charting a sensual path over the erotic landscape. "You'll beg because you need it so badly you can't do anything else." She pressed her tongue inside her lover, going deep enough to feel the aroused clamp of power inner muscles, then slipped free, sliding up to swirl around her taut clitoris. The tiny bit of flesh quivered under her tongue, the skin smooth and taut, each stroke making Janet moan and whimper. She continued the slow strokes, teasing and swirling her tongue round and round as she worked two fingers in and out.

"Sam," Janet groaned, her entire body arching in search of more contact, flashfires of sensation going off all over her body.

"Beg," the blonde rasped.

Still a little in control, Janet shook her head, uncertain whether she was really refusing or just couldn't stand the thought of letting it end. "No."

"I was hoping you'd say that," Sam admitted, fingers easing free of clinging heat as she turned her head to the side to nibble on Janet's inner thigh. "You haven't earned it yet." She O'ed her lips against velvety flesh, purposely suctioning just hard enough to leave a tiny bruise. "I've marked you as mine now," she growled, looking up until her gaze locked with dark brown eyes. "The pirate queen's lady."

The velvet-soft rumble of sheer possession sent a wave of hot arousal coursing through Janet, setting her nerve endings on fire with the intensity of phosphor hitting oxygen. A faintly callused hand slid up, stroking the plain of her breasts and belly lightly, continuing to touch even as Sam backed off of the most intense caresses, letting Janet's need cool a degree or two. The doctor could almost breathe again when that hand slid back down and she became aware of the faint texturing of Sam's fingertips as they stroked her most intimate flesh and thrust inside. The gentle rasp was amazingly erotic, intensifying the sensation in ways she wouldn't have believed possible. Then Sam's tongue found her, licking softly, dipping inside, then working over swollen flesh.

Minutes passed as the ever-intensifying rhythm continued. Sam pushed Janet to the brink, backed off a notch, then pushed her even farther, until she was straining desperately, her body writhing and twisting, small inarticulate sounds escaping her lips as sweat beaded on her skin. Each time the tempo slowed, Sam whispered, "Beg," but Janet rejected it each time, first with words, then with barely controlled head shakes.

And each time Janet refused to surrender, Sam backed off, lips and hands touching everywhere but where her lover most needed them, her voice a velvet caress as she demanded total capitulation. And each time, she was a little wilder when she began again, pushing her lover's need farther than she'd ever done before, then backing off without giving her any satisfaction.

Janet whimpered, hips bucking, body completely lost in a near-painful level of arousal, her body a giant, throbbing ache. The fingers pressed deep into her body moved and worked, each thrust drawing a ragged gasp, while Sam's tongue lashed the very tip of her clitoris. A hard spasm shook her body, biceps knotting with desperation until she felt fabric tear. A sharp pulse of suction had her screaming and wrenching one arm free. She yanked her newly freed arm down, grabbing for Sam's hair, desperate to pull her even closer. Instead, a strong hand caught her wrist, pressing it into the mattress near her hip, the imprisoning hold somehow more erotic than she would have imagined. And then sharp teeth rubbed over the supersensitive  bud of her clitoris.

"Beg," Sam whispered, her voice a throaty, possessive growl that vibrated the swollen bundle of nerves.

Janet couldn't hold back any longer. "Please," she groaned, spine bent into a deep arch, every muscle in her body taut as she hung on the precipice, almost there, but denied ultimate satisfaction.

"You're sure?" Sam taunted, purposely drawing the moment out and making her lover wait another moment, enjoying her power.

"Please, please, please," Janet whispered, turning the entreaty into a barely audible prayer. It turned into a slow scream as Sam's lips and tongue returned to their task, drawing her need even tighter.

Then Sam's teeth were there again, scraping lightly, the caress gentle, but with an edge of controlled sensual danger that only intensified things.

Janet's scream somehow gained power despite the fact that she was out of breath and couldn't make her lungs work to draw a fresh one.

Another scraping caress was followed by a long, rough lick.

What swept over Janet wasn't so much an orgasm as the sensual version of total, thermonuclear Armageddon that left Sam to ride her lover's bucking hips like a surfer trying to ride out a tsunami.  Hand tight on Janet's wrist, fingers deep in her body,  lips, teeth, and tongue stroking her sex, Sam went with the rhythm, timing her caresses to keep Janet on the knife's edge as long as possible. Drinking in every throb and cry, she kept stroking, setting off fresh flashfires of pleasure until finally her lover yanked her wrist free with desperate strength and pushed her back.

"No more," Janet gasped, her hand shaking where it was braced against the top of Sam's head. She yanked and twisted in one motion, working her other wrist free and reaching down, fingers brushing tenderly through sweat-damp, blonde bangs. "I can't take any more."

Sam grinned, pushing  up on one hand to brush a soft kiss to the top of her lover's thigh, then sliding up the length of the smaller woman's body, lips dusting velvety flesh as she moved. "Sounds like my beautiful captive enjoyed her ravishing," she laughed triumphantly.

Collapsing into the mattress with an exhausted sigh, Janet uttered a low groan. "You have no idea," she murmured, fingertips trailing over the soft curves that moved within her reach as Sam worked her way upward. Finally, Sam stretched out above her and they shared a slow kiss, the caress more tender than erotic.

Still breathless, Janet lay boneless beneath Sam when the kiss broke. Summoning what little strength she had left, she reached up, hooking her hands behind her lover's neck, fingers working into silky hair. "My cruel captor does have something of a knack," she allowed, a grin sneaking through. She slid one hand around to stroke flushed cheeks and brush pale bangs out of Sam's eyes, noting the bright gleam of unsatisfied need. "Though she seems to have gotten herself into rather a state." Dark brown eyes tipped downward, taking in the rest of her lover's body and she shifted one thigh, pressing it against her lover's center. The zipper pressed uncomfortably into her skin, but she paid it little mind as she felt Sam shudder under the firm pressure.

"God," the blonde groaned, her head falling forward against Janet's shoulder. She pressed soft kisses against the inner curve of her lover's throat. "I ... uh ... not sure you should do that again," she admitted breathlessly, no longer the one in control. "I'm not ... uh ... well ... actually I'm very ... very close." Her own need in command now, Sam went from conquering captor to babbling idiot in a blink.

Janet laughed softly, tugging Sam's head down to share another slow kiss. "Very close, huh?" she drawled, regaining her strength as she caught her breath. "I think we're going to have to do something about that." Tightening her hold on her lover, she abruptly applied just enough pressure to tumble her onto her back, stretching out above Sam with a wicked grin. "In fact, I think we're going to have to do quite a bit of something."

Spreading her hands against Janet's back, Sam tipped her head back and grinned. "I knew I kidnapped you for some reason."

Janet laughed softly and leaned down to nibble on Sam's ear. "Mmmm, there's always a reason for these things." She fluttered kisses down the length of her throat as she straddled slim hips, her hands braced on the mattress above Sam's shoulders. Suddenly, she pushed up on her hands, eyes gleaming as her expression took on a knowing cast.

Janet had an idea. Sam recognized all the symptoms and she didn't know whether to be excited or a little nervous. Her lover's grin broadened, one eyebrow climbing high on her forehead, and Sam's body clenched in a hard, aching throb. Definitely excited. She tugged gently on the body above hers, trying to pull her closer, but Janet shook her head, resisting the light pressure. "Janet," she groaned, heat flaring outward from her center in pulsing waves, painfully aroused by the delay in her own satisfaction. "Do you know you have the most incredibly beautiful mouth?" And the things she could do with it. Sam shuddered at the thought.

Janet leaned down, nipping the tip of Sam's chin very lightly, and grinned. "Oh no, my love." Her lips brushed Sam's, then she pushed upright again, reaching back to tug fine-boned hands free. "I think we need to be a bit more creative than that."

A dark blond brow climbed high on Sam's forehead. Creative was nice, but at that point, she wasn't sure she was up to it ... and besides, she was in dire need of some serious gratification. After making love to Janet the way she had, she wasn't sure she could wait long enough for creative. She reached out, trailing a fingertip down the center of her lover's body. "Just seeing you like this is creative enough for me," she sighed happily, taking pleasure from the warmth and texture of soft skin.

Janet caught Sam's hand, lifting it to her lips to press light kisses to each fingertip. "Mmmm, but not for me." She winked.

Nervous and excited, Sam decided as her pulse picked up and her body clutched down in response. She reached for her lover again when she started to pull away, but Janet curved slender fingers to her wrists and pressed her hands back. "C'mon," Sam whispered in entreaty, "I need my beautiful captive."

Janet leaned down and pressed a quick kiss to soft lips, then straightened, bounding off the bed while Sam was still catching her breath. The blonde pushed up on her hands, an appreciative smile curving her lips as she eyed her lover's backside. Janet had a beautiful back; tapered from the breadth of shoulder to a slender waist, pleasantly muscled, her spine a graceful track down the center, while the flare from her waist into her hips was aesthetically flawless in Sam's opinion, turning into the curve of taut buttocks that fit her hands perfectly. A lazy grin curving her lips, she leaned back on her elbows, enjoying the view while her lover tugged the closet door open and went searching through things.

After a moment, the doctor stuck her head out. "Just be another minute or two," she promised, the look in her eyes taking Sam's breath away.

Another hard throb had the blonde shaking. "Not sure I'm up to waiting much longer," she groaned on a pleading note.

Janet chuckled softly, the soft rustling sounds she was making somehow driving Sam's heartrate to greater heights. Another moment passed, then Janet turned, peering around the door and grinning at Sam. "Think you're up for these?" she drawled and held up a pair of handcuffs, the chain between them close to a foot long, the bracelets padded in thickly cushioned velvet.

"What the hell?" Sam groaned without thinking.

Janet glanced at the handcuffs, then looked back up at Sam. "They were a gag gift after my divorce ... something about making sure my next conquest was a little more faithful by keeping him chained up." She saw Sam wince at the reminder of her past. "I'm not worried about fidelity in your case, but having kidnapped such a beautiful captain, I think I might just need to keep her ... contained."

Her mouth instantly dry, Sam swallowed hard, her pulse suddenly racing even as she shook her head. That was just way too close to her dream, and while she'd admitted a few general details in that first rush ... no ... she wasn't up to admitting that much ... to surrendering that much control. "Oh no, you're the captive here," she whispered, her voice suddenly ragged.

Janet's head canted to one side as she noted Sam's take on the question ... as well as the way color surged into her cheeks and her pupils expanded enough to turn her eyes almost black with nothing but the tiniest ring of color around the edges. She'd left the question open-ended purposely ... and now she had a pretty good idea of what her lover really wanted ... despite her best control-freak instincts. Offering a reassuring smile, she stepped out of the closet. "Ah." Enjoying the freedom of being totally nude in front of her lover, she grinned at the heat she saw in the gaze that slid over her body with the impact of an actual touch. "See you in a little while then." She turned toward the bedroom door and even got one or two steps before Sam's yelp pulled her up short.

"Where the hell are you going?" her lover demanded in confusion.

Slim shoulders dipped in a hint of a shrug. "To get a shower." She grinned. "I'm a little on the sweaty side."

Sam made a tiny whimper sound, her eyebrows shooting up, mouth hanging open. "You can't  be serious."

A sculpted brow rose in a high arch and full lips twisted in a taunting half smile. She winked and held the padded cuffs up, dangling them pointedly. "Very sweaty, very serious," she drawled, making it obvious that Sam had to choose.

Grumbling in annoyance, Sam plopped back in bed, painfully aware of every throbbing nerve ending in her body. "You have a very cruel streak," she complained.

"Mmhmm, pirates are known for that," Janet reminded her.

Propping herself up on her elbows, her body steadily reminding her that she'd been the thoughtful lover and seen to Janet's pleasure with little concern for her own ... except pleasing Janet had fired the heat in her veins to a painful level. She saw the intense look in the other woman's eyes and knew she wouldn't back down, but the notion of surrendering control was ... uncomfortable ... enticing, erotic, appealing ... but also very uncomfortable. She swallowed hard, torn between desire and fear, uncertain what to say.

A tenderly reassuring look softened the smaller woman's expression as she recognized her lover's inner conflict. "Do you trust me, Sam?" she questioned, pulling back on the pressure for a moment.

"You know I do," Carter said quickly. She trusted Janet as she hadn't trusted anyone in a long time ... maybe in her entire adult life ... but....

"Then trust me enough to let go for just a little while," Janet coaxed, turning to step closer to the bed. "All you have to do is say..." she paused thoughtfully, then grinned, "peanut butter -- I don't think that's likely to come up accidentally -- and I'll quit."

Blue eyes touched on the silver cuffs with their crimson padding and a flare of raw heat slid through Sam's veins at the notion. She wanted it ... more than she knew was possible. A shiver slid down her spine in response to the knowing look in her lover's eyes. Janet knew perfectly well that she was hungry to let go, and she liked the idea. Sam's throat muscles convulsed in another hard swallow.

"I'd never hurt you," Janet soothed to ease the other woman's fears.

"I know that," Sam assured her instantly. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly, then nodded, holding her hands above her head in willing surrender. Janet sat on the edge of the bed, then leaned down, her mouth hungry on Sam's. She teased the soft lips under her own, drawing Sam into the kiss so effectively that she didn't realize she was locked to the headboard until Janet broke the kiss and pulled back an inch or two to grin down at her.

"Good," the brunette whispered, nipping the point of Sam's chin. She trailed a hand down her lover's torso, lazily stroking and caressing along the way. "Because we still have your fantasy to discuss."

Blue eyes went wide. "Mine?" Sam croaked. She'd been hoping they could avoid that topic ... or that maybe Janet would forget ... or the earth would open up and swallow her before it became necessary to discuss that topic.

Janet nodded, fingers drawing erotic patterns on Sam's stomach. The blonde was still wearing her jeans, the button open, the zipper down and Janet let her fingers trail lower, doing figure eights in the narrow vee of soft flesh revealed just above the beginning of pale curls. "Oh yes," she exhaled, riding the gentle roll of slender hips. She nibbled her way along the sharp cut of Sam's jaw. "Yours," she confirmed, "And I want every little, tiny detail." Her brows rose suggestively.

Now there was an idea that went way beyond embarrassment. "It ... uh ... it really wasn't that interesting," Sam insisted in hopes of deflecting that line of inquiry.

The figure eights ran a little deeper, just barely brushing soft hair. "In which case, it shouldn't be a problem to tell me."

Sharp electrical tingles followed Janet's slow caresses, driving Sam to arch in a blind effort to increase contact. "It's just that--" Incredibly soft fingers landed lightly on her lips, silencing the babbling delaying tactic.

"Sam, you're going to tell me," Janet drawled, her absolute confidence sending hard shudders through the blonde, triggering some very deeply hidden fantasies. "We're just talking about how much effort it takes to get it out of you."

A tiny gleep escaped the blonde's lips. She'd never thought her lover had it in her to be a dominatrix. Judging by the devilish gleam in chocolate brown eyes, he was going to have to rethink that opinion. She suddenly understood why Janet had resisted her for so long. There was the desire to avoid embarrassment by admitting something so private and ... intense ... but there was also something incredibly exciting about know her lover wasn't going to take no for an answer. That edge of strength and confidence was arousing as hell. Janet read her arousal correctly and grinned, drawing another helpless gleep.

Tugging gently on the waistband of Sam's jeans, Janet dropped her gaze to touch on the faded fabric. "I think we're going to have to do something about these," she murmured, not giving Sam time to refuse to answer. She tugged the waistband down, stroking Sam's hip right over her pelvic bone with the pad of her thumb. "Every so often," she mused out loud, "I fantasize about you with a tiny tattoo, right here ... something that means something to both of us." She looked up, pure possession in gaze, her voice a velvet purr. "A tiny symbol that both you and I know means you belong to me."

Sam almost exploded right then and there.

She was was nearly mindless with lust as Janet tugged her jeans down, though she possessed just enough brainpower -- or perhaps desperation -- to lift her hips enough to make the task simpler. "I'm not really into tattoos," the doctor admitted as she worked the soft denim down the length of Sam's legs. "But every so often I do think about it ... not sure I'd really want you to have one ... but then again...." She trailed off thoughtfully, then her expression twitched into a suggestive look that only made the ache worse. A low groan escaped Sam's lips when her lover yanked her jeans free and carelessly tossed the well worn fabric aside, then dragged a light hand back up the length of one leg, pausing to massage a firm thigh. Then she purposely rubbed her thumb against the spot she'd already mentally marked on Sam's thigh and it was like that square inch of flesh was tied directly to her sex so intense was her response. "Sometimes I wish there was something that bound us together that just you and I know about." She leaned down, her lips brushing the spot she'd been caressing. She looked up, eyes glinting with hungry lights. "And now, my beautiful captive," she began, her voice a low rumble, "I think you have a story to tell me."

"Gleep." It wasn't the most eloquent of answers, but it was the best Sam could come up with as her hormonal fantasies and innate shyness came into stark conflict.

A russet brow rose disapprovingly after a moment. "You're not talking," her lover murmured while her hand continued that slow stroking motion against her hip. "I guess I'm going to have to persuade you." She leaned down close to Sam's ear, her warm breath sending trickles of arousal down Sam's spine. "I've thought about having you like this before," the trickle turned into an erotic waterfall, then an absolute deluge as Janet's palm trailed over her stomach, then down, fingers combing through soft hair without going any farther, "spread out, naked ... aroused." She nipped Sam's earlobe very softly. "And all mine."

Sam twisted her hands in the cuffs, gripping the chains with white-knuckled strength, the muscles in her arms and shoulders rigid with tension. A small, pleading whimper bubbled up from her chest, turning to a tiny screech as the teasing hand was suddenly pulled away. She looked up with dazed eyes and had to struggle to make them focus as her lover straightened away from the bed to hook the pale blue robe tossed over a nearby chair. She slung it on, while Sam looked on in disbelief. "Wha-what are you doing?" she stammered in confusion.

Her lover tied the belt loosely at her waist and shrugged. "I have to walk past the picture window in the livingroom to get to the kitchen and, while I like my neighbors, I'm not really interested in giving them a free show."

It took Sam a moment to process the answer and, when she finally did, she found herself wondering if she'd heard right. "You ... uh ... kitchen?"

Janet nodded, her head tipping to one side, an I've-got-a-secret smile on her lips. "I'm feeling a little ... hungry...."

She was kidding, Sam decided. She had to be kidding. Except she was stepping toward the door. "Janet," she yelped at the last possible moment and her lover froze in mid-step, then turned back.

"Yes?"

Sam felt a little better when she saw the raw lust in the other woman's eyes. She knew that look well enough to be certain that when she got it, Janet wasn't going to be walking away from anything. "You won't really go," she said with rising confidence as she assured herself that her lover wouldn't turn away for more than a moment. Janet was lousy at any kind of delay in their lovemaking and tended to just dive right in.

"Really?" the doctor asked archly. "Then you've decided to entertain me with a story to keep me here?" she prompted sweetly.

"No," Sam admitted. No way was she gonna go through that. Nope, nuh-uh, not gonna happen. "I just know that you've never been good at delayed gratification," she pointed out a little smugly. A shiver slid down her spine when Janet stepped back to the bed and leaned down, reaching out to stroke silky hair back from her brow. Damn, she was good at predicting how Janet would respond. She knew she couldn't just walk away. Then she felt the brush of soft lips and warm breath on her ear.

"There's only one problem with that thesis," Janet drawled and nipped Sam's earlobe just hard enough to make her jump. "I've already had a pretty good dose of gratification." She chuckled softly at the shocked look on Sam's face as she straightened, winking devilishly, then turned and ambled toward the kitchen. She was just passing through the door when one hand lifted in a lazy wave. "Do remember to let me know when you're ready for story time."

She did it, Sam realized after a beat. She really did it. She left. Carter twisted her head, pulling desperately at the cuffs locking her wrists to the headboard, but she wasn't going anywhere. "Shit, shit, shit," she cursed even as her body throbbed desperately. She'd figured Janet couldn't leave her like this. Major miscalculation. The doctor had a bit of a cruel streak, and she always got hungry after she made love. Combine the two facts together, and she, Sam was in deep trouble.

Deep, deep trouble.

Because the power play had only intensified her already raging arousal.

Sam whimpered softly, hoping Janet wasn't in the mood for a seven course meal, because if she was, Sam wasn't entirely certain she was going to survive the wait.

Part 4