Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: They're not mine I just borrow them from time to time and promise to give them back in perfect working order...eventually ;).
Season/Spoiler info: Season 10, Spoilers for Uninvited
Author’s notes: Sam/Vala, Daniel/Vala implied, my first foray into the world of femslash, and that chair scene was kind of asking for it. Dedicated to Rogue and Dingo for keeping me up long enough to finish it, lol. I used to be a night owl, I must be getting old :P
The briefing wrapped up much the same as the others had done so since she’d joined the SGC. The General going to the control room to get his ‘orders’ from Walter, Cameron and Teal’c off to the gym, Daniel anxious to get back to his office, and Sam… well Vala had other ideas for Sam. She grabbed a hold of her wrist just as she was about to leave the room.
“Sam, can I talk to you a minute?”
“Sure”
Vala lead her back into the briefing room, stopping in the corner, just outside of General Landry’s office. She peered up at Sam through long black lashes, pouting slightly, trying to ooze innocence, hey; it’s worked for Daniel.
“I ah…” she started off slowly, giving Sam a shy smile. “I want you to teach me about earth women”. Sam appeared to be a bit taken back by this request. Vala took advantage of her distraction by stepping close to her so that she was looking straight into the blue eyes staring wide eyed back at her own.
“I mean, I’ve been here quite a while now, and I don’t exactly get the chance to get out much to learn these things” she finished, her voice almost a whisper. She shifted her weight even closer to Sam who seemed frozen to the spot before she broke eye contact and took a step back. Vala continued her advance. “And you know, I’ve always preferred the hands on approach.” Her fingers lightly caressed Sam’s sides, guiding her somewhat backwards while keeping eye contact. “I find it very…practical” she purred. Vala was now right in her personal space, breasts slightly brushing hers. Sam’s breathing hitched as she stepped back again, but Vala followed, not allowing her to escape.
“Ok Vala” she managed to squeak out, “I guess I could tell you about our um, …place within the context of societies and culture, but I think Daniel’s much more qualified to explain…”
“Shh” Vala hushed her, placing a single finger against Sam’s lips. Sam stopped dead in her tracks, half confused, half lost. Vala then traced along her bottom lip, lightly scraping the sensitive skin with her nail and Sam gasped.
Vala lowered her face to Sam’s, her mouth now touching Sam’s as she spoke. “Just answer me one question darling…” Their breath intermingled, warm and sweet. “Why are you afraid to sit in the General’s chair?” She poked her tongue out running it along Sam’s lip before shoving her backwards to land in the soft brown leather chair.
She bent over a stunned Sam, arms resting either side, to whisper in her ear. Vala’s hair tickled her cheek. “It’s not like Daniel and I have christened it…yet.”
The End
