Of course my brain didn't leave it there...
The cookout at Jack's house had been a much-needed reprieve from the harrowing week they'd all had. Not one, but two missions had gone south, resulting in several SGC members being trapped and injured. SG-1 had worked overtime on search and rescue, while Janet worked overtime patching everyone up.
It was 2300 by the time most of the guests had left the cookout feeling much more relaxed. That left SG-1, along with Janet, to clean up. Janet and Sam sat by the fire, having already picked up the trash, and let the boys handle the kitchen.
"Truth or dare?" Janet asked Sam after taking another sip of the wine Jack had bought especially for them.
"What are we, fifteen?" Sam rolled her eyes.
"Indulge me," Janet nudged her. "I'm bored and just a little drunk."
"A lot drunk," Sam retorted then snorted. She was just a little drunk too. "Fine," she relented when Janet pouted. "Dare."
"I dare you to go lick Jack's back door," Janet said with a straight face.
"Ewww," Sam wrinkled her nose at the idea.
"Not that back door!" Janet slapped Sam's knee. "Get your mind out of the gutter. I meant his backdoor," she pointed at the house.
"Ohhhh," Sam giggled. "No. Truth."
"Which member of SG-1 do you fantasize about the most?" Janet asked her immediately, knowing Sam would never ever answer the question.
"I really hate you," Sam grumbled as she stood up. She tugged her tank top down, then pretended to adjust her skirt.
"Quit stalling," Janet ordered. "Lick the door or answer the question."
Sam made a show of rolling her eyes before slowly walking over to Jack's back door. It looked clean, and she remembered he had mentioned wanting to power wash the house a few weeks ago. Talk about a semi-lucky break.
"I'm waiting," Janet's voice called from across the yard.
Sam sized up the door, looking for the perfect angle to come in for the attack. She knew a simple little lick wasn't going to satisfy Janet. No, the woman hadn't stopped talking about the stupid Wormhole Xtreme fanfiction with the typo. So of course, she wanted to see her imagination come to life and was using Sam to make it happen.
Pausing a second longer to make sure no one else was watching, Sam grabbed the doorframe and gave the woodwork a long, sensuous lick, running her tongue from the strike plate all the way up to eye level. Before pulling back, she gave it a little something extra by twirling her tongue and moaning just a bit to ensure Janet wouldn't demand a repeat performance.
When she pulled back, Jack was standing in the doorway, watching her with the most perplexed expression.
"Whatcha doing, Carter?" He asked, his tone incredibly unsure of how to proceed.
"Sir!" Sam sprang back, stumbling over her feet and plopping down hard on her backside. Behind her she heard Janet cackling at the spectacle.
Looking up, she saw Jack wince before stepping forward and offering her a hand. He pulled her to her feet. Once she was upright and stable, he glanced back to the doorframe. "I'm assuming I don't want to know?" He looked between the two women.
"Probably for the best," Sam answered, knowing her entire face was red. "Excuse me, sir," she said and quickly escaped into the house.
Jack watched her go, then glanced back to the doorframe again. Damn. He hadn't expected that to be how his night ended. He couldn't understand why Carter would lick his house, but then he also didn't know why it turned him on. Just a little bit.
