Author: Rysler
Date: 10/06/04
Pairing: Sam/(Jack)/(Janet)
Rating: NC17
Category: Fluff/PWP
Summary: Lab coats are hot.
Notes: For blackwell's birthday, with inspiration taken from her own blog, I created pornographic fan fiction. That's kind of like art. Happy birthday, Mae!

I was sitting on a bed in the infirmary while my doctor examined me. Janet cupped my chin, lifting it slightly so that her hand could trace my throat. I closed my eyes. I wondered if she could feel my breath on her fingers. My neck craned, and she "tsked" at me to hold still.

I complied. I fought the urge to swing my legs. Doctor Fraiser stood in front of me, close enough that I could feel the air pressure shifting between us. My lymph nodes were being prodded for infection. Standard procedure, post-mission. My favorite part--Janet, touching my face.

She was wearing a lab coat, and a service skirt short enough to hide under the hem, that I could see her almost-bare legs rising into the jacket. She was wearing flesh-covered nylons that I imagined would slide like silk across my skin if I ever got the chance to caress her. Or perhaps the nylon would create friction between us, and heat. My calf burned in anticipation of a touch. The hose contrasted with the soft, clean fabric of the lab coat as she bent over me… I kicked my feet, forgetting I was wearing pants.

"Sam," Janet admonished me. I stilled again.

In a few moments, her hand would leave my neck, and I would be bereft of her touch until the next off-world activation. I closed my eyes and tried to concentrate.

She wasn't wearing perfume. She never did--She had allergies. I felt special, knowing this fact about her, even though the whole base knew. Still, outside the base, if anyone asked me why Janet Fraiser didn’t smell like Raspberry Splash or Obsession No. 5, I would be able to tell them.

I observed her giving more cursory exams to my companions Teal'c, O'Neill, and Daniel. I convinced myself, in my secret thoughts, that she liked me more. We were, after all, friends. Janet Fraiser didn't have many friends.

Neither did I.

She dropped her hand from my neck, but still held my chin, tilting my head to peer into one ear. My eyes were still closed. I pictured her before me, in her lab coat and nothing else. Not even perfume to shield her bare skin. I imagined her legs brushing mine, the heat of her thigh enough to burn through the cotton of my trousers. I imagined the coat parting as she leaned toward me, revealing glimpses of tawny flesh. Her breasts would be… What would her breasts look like?

My eyes fluttered open. I looked at her chest as she probed my other ear. Small, probably, but the same russet color as the rest of her body, with rust tips and disproportionately large aureoles. Would they be pliant, or firm? The uniform shirt had ridden up slightly on her chest, and a gap existed between two buttons. The fabric was parted like a peephole so that when I leaned a little to the right, I could see a hint of lace shielding her breast. I leaned closer, my eyes following the line of shadow toward a crescent of darker skin. Another inch and my cheek would brush the flap of her white coat. I wondered if her nipple would harden, if I exhaled…

"Sam." Janet's voice interrupted my thoughts.

Her hands were on my shoulders. I looked up, into her dark eyes. Her gaze was quizzical. I realized my mouth was open. I hoped I hadn't been drooling. I quickly pressed my lips together and found them warm and damp. Oops.

"Are you all right, Sam?" She asked. "You look a little dazed." She plucked at a stray lock of my hair. I quivered as her finger brushed the rim of my ear. I prayed she wouldn't notice. Or would think it was involuntary. Or wouldn't think I was flinching away. I sighed when she took her hand away.

I tried to control my body's reaction to her closeness, since the most demure thing I'd managed to do since the exam started was stare at her breasts. I noticed how they created a slight curve in her lab coat. The lab coat made her seem wise and important. People responded to her commands because of the coat. I bet she knew that. She was wise. Or was it the coat?

I was staring again. She noticed. "Sam?"

"I--I'm fine." I blinked. Her eyebrows furrowed in consternation. "Just a lot of heavy stuff from the mission."

"Why don't you take a few hours downtime? And you know, Sam, you can talk to me about anything if you need to." She patted my shoulder, and then moved to the next table, where Jack O'Neill was waiting his turn and reading a comic book. I watched her walk away. The baggy back of the lab coat didn't reveal the shape of her ass. Regrettable, but everything has its kryptonite, I suppose.

Her calves were enough to get lost in. I slid off the table and looked at her as long as possible before I had to turn toward the door or bump into something. I glanced at the cover of Jack's comic book.

Identity Crisis. I suppose that suited him well.

* * *

"Colonel…" Janet said, as she stuck a thermometer between Jack's lips.

"Mmpft?"

"I think Sam needs to get out more. I worry that she's becoming under-socialized."

"You mean, get laid?" He mumbled around the glass.

"Sir." Janet took the thermometer out, cracking it against his teeth. He glowered as she gazed industriously at the read-out. When she looked up again, her annoyed expression softened. "…Yes. I think she was…" She lowered the thermometer and her voice. "Staring at my breasts."

"She was definitely staring at your breasts, Doc."

Janet squinted.

"So you want me to find her some alien girl?" He persisted as Janet wrapped a blood pressure cuff around his bicep.

"…or guy," Janet suggested.

"Hey, she wasn't staring at my breasts. Hey, ow!" He screeched as the pressure tightened. "Ow, already!"

"Baby." She smirked, pulling off the Velcro. "You know… She follows you around like a love-sick puppy."

Jack rubbed his arm. "She just likes me in a big brother sort of way. It's harmless. I'm her Xander."

"You're her 'Xander'?" Janet raised an eyebrow.

O'Neill shrugged.

"Colonel, I know lust when I see it. Part of being a doctor." She smiled thinly at his look of incredulousness. "Regardless, you're fit for duty."

He hopped off the bed. "Thanks, Doc. And for the record, she isn't staring at you because she's 'under-socialized.' She's staring at you because she has taste."

He scampered out, leaving her to roll her eyes at his back. Sam was too blonde, too blue-eyed, and too damn tall to take that kind of notice in her. It was probably just the white coat.

* * *

I settled onto the cot in my quarters. I was naked except for the lab coat I wore, a tight fit across the shoulders because it was Janet's. I'd stolen it off the hook in Janet's office after the doctor had gone home that night. I felt a little guilty stealing, since there was no way I was going to return the coat when I was done with it, but I had emptied the pockets into a new coat of the same size.

Now the white cotton enveloped me, the tails barely brushing my thighs, and the folds not quite reaching around my torso. I had what I wanted. Janet's scent, captured and contained by the cloth, was finally revealed to me. I buried my nose in the collar of the coat and inhaled. Janet smelled clean, with a hint of sweat.

The fabric brushed across my nipples, sending pleasant tingles through me, the same way I pictured them brushing against Janet's. I was almost inside Janet's skin, and the thought, and the information my senses were getting from the coat and the smell, conspired to arouse me. I shuddered, my hands reflexively clutching and unclenching the folds of the lab coat. My sweaty palms saturated the fibers. I closed her eyes, squirming to feel the cloth caressing my skin. My center ached in tandem with the rustling of fabric. I didn't need to imagine Janet touching me--Janet was already touching me.

She was leaning over me, her coat wrapped around both of us, the cotton cooling my flushed skin. I wanted her to kiss me but she was holding back, smiling, and teasing me with the tendrils of white fabric, which she brushed across my straining nipples. The edge of the coat creased into the valley between my breasts as she moved lower, dragging the hem across my abdomen. Her head descended…

I plunged my hand between my legs and touched myself where I imagined her lips finding me, smearing my wetness on the pristine coat. I thought of Janet's dark eyes, lucid with mirrored lust. I imagined Janet shrugging the lab coat off her shoulders, letting it pool at her feet.

I nudged wet folds apart with my middle finger, slipping between my lips and teasing the entrance of my vagina. My palm pressed against my clitoris. I stroked myself harder, biting my lip. I imagined Janet's tongue against my fingers, slipping between them, and me looking down, to see my juices on her cheeks. I came, holding my hand still against myself as I shivered.

When the orgasm had passed, I shrugged out of the coat, stuffed it under my bed, and stretched out on my back, naked and content and slightly ashamed of what I had done. What would Janet do if she found out?

Maybe spank me…

* * *

"Ow! Damnit, Doc." O'Neill complained as Janet ripped the blood cuff off his arm.

She shook her head apologetically. "Sorry, Colonel. I had to see if your high blood pressure from yesterday was mission-related or something more worrying."

"And?"

"You're fine. But…" Janet looked at her hands as she nervously rubbed the prickly Velcro.

O'Neill's eyes widened. "But?"

"Sam stole my lab coat."

"Sam stole your lab coat?" O'Neill looked at the lab coat that Janet was currently wearing.

"This one's new." She explained. "And it had a hint of Sam's perfume on it."

"I tell her all the time that stuff gives her away." O'Neill shook his head. "What are you going to do?"

"I don't know…" Janet murmured, still studying her fingers. "You have any ideas?"

O'Neill's eyes widened further.

* * *

Janet had left him hanging with that comment, going on to treat other patients. Jack had watched for a while, trying to derive inspiration for their suggested plotting from the sway of her hips and the intense, gentle way she took care of people. He found her too distracting, though, and with a last, longing look, he headed for his quarters.

Carter stealing the lab coat intrigued him. Was something lurking under her nerdy exterior? He had honestly never thought of Sam "liking him" liking him, after seeing her paw after Janet. The two ranking women of the SGC worked together often in the lab, and he had done his part to encourage their friendship. He had settled for watching them at a distance, dissecting larvae or peering through microscopes in their white coats. Was Janet offering him Sam, or just teasing him? Hell, was Janet offering herself?

He settled onto his bed and spread the comic book open on his lap. Tragedy stared up at him, but he was unable to concentrate on the images as the bulge swelling underneath the pages lifted them toward his eyes. He couldn't get the picture of Sam and Janet together out of his mind. Janet wanted ideas. Maybe they could all play doctor.

Maybe the ladies could wear safety goggles.

Safety goggles, for crying out loud. His cock twitched in his pants. How could two scientists be such a turn-on? Maybe he was under-socialized. He grumbled as he unbuttoned his fly, thinking he might as well get some relief. Lying back on the bed, his hand stroked his rising cock in a familiar rhythm as he closed his eyes.

In his mind, Janet and Sam walked toward him, wearing white lab coats over their-- uniforms? No, he saw that every day. He didn't want to condition himself to find them arousing in their natural state--more than he already did.

Sam and Janet walked toward him, their hips swaying, their lab coats open to reveal-- black teddies? He squeezed himself as the thought made him quiver, but the apparitions of the two women, hovering next to his bed, scowled at him.

"Come on, it's funny," he complained.

Sam and Janet simultaneously pulled their coats closed.

"Oh, for crying out loud." Jack tried again. Janet and Sam leaned over him, naked under their lab coats. "That's better," he murmured, as Janet pressed a stethoscope she had produced from god knows where to his chest.

"He's got such a strong heart," Janet murmured, looking over her shoulder at Sam.

"How much do you think he can take?" Sam slid her hands around Janet's waist, and then tucked her hands under the lab coat. "Is he strong enough for everything?" She kissed the side of Janet's neck, nuzzling just under her hairline.

Jack moaned. "Do or die, ladies. Do or die."

Janet bent forward and replaced the cold metal of the stethoscope with her mouth. Her lips teased the hairs on his chest. Goosebumps appeared on his skin, his body's way of begging for her warmth. Sam's hand covered his own on his penis, sliding up and down. He felt the familiar crescendo of pressure in his balls, as Sam's hands and Janet's lips consumed him.

"So, Colonel…" The apparition of Janet purred against his chest. "Do you want to wear my lab coat?"

He grunted, bucking his hips off the bed and spurting into his fist. Janet and Sam vanished as soon as he came, leaving him alone in his own quarters with his belly covered in semen. He sighed and fell back on the bed. Carter was the ballsy one; he'd never have the guts to steal a lab coat. And he couldn't expect either of the women to bring him one…

* * *

My pencil was poised on a clean sheet of graph paper, ready to write a thought that had fluttered out of my mind as soon as Janet and Colonel O'Neill appeared in the doorway to my lab. I looked up. "What's up?"

"We had an idea…" O'Neill started. "Well, the Doc had an idea."

Janet looked sharply at him.

"We, I meant." Jack conceded.

I raised my eyebrows. "Guys? I'm kind of busy here."

Janet sauntered over and leaned on the counter. "What are you doing?"

"Math." I looked down at my blank paper. "Okay, I'm not so busy…"

O'Neill maneuvered to stand behind me. Positioned between them, I felt a little uneasy. I wasn't sure I'd ever seen them in the same room together, outside of a medical situation. Certainly not standing this close. I glanced over my shoulder at the Colonel, whose impassive face told me nothing. I looked back at Janet.

"We know what you did with the lab coat," O'Neill's voice came from behind me.

I gasped, my eyes locked on Janet's as she leaned toward me. O'Neill's hands landed on my shoulders, holding me still. With no escape, I watched Janet close in for the kill. I contemplated whimpering. "And…" she said, her voice surprisingly husky. "…We want you to do it again."