notcalledlizzie | Very early Sunday morning

"You woke me up," said Janet, raising one eyebrow. She kicked her shorts off the bed. "I think I should get an exception for when you wake me up."

"I tried to be quiet," pouted Elizabeth. "I was hoping to give you some more sleep."

"I told you I didn't want to sleep now that you're back," said Janet, giggling.

"Maybe I wanted some sleep?" suggested Elizabeth mischeviously.

"You know, if sleep is that important to you," said Janet, crawling on top of Liz and grinning at her. "Then I could stop."

Elizabeth moaned slightly, her hands reaching out to grasp Janet's hips. "Sleep is suddenly paling in comparison," she murmured.

"That's what caffeine is for," said Janet.

"Who needs caffeine when I have you?"

"Suddenly I feel special," murmured Janet, bendng down to kiss Liz.

"Oh you're definitely special," sighed Elizabeth, eagerly returning the kiss.

"Love you," whispered Janet, straddling Liz and sliding against her.

Elizabeth moaned as she grasped at Janet. "Love you too," she said breathlessly.

"You feel so good," said Janet, before bending over and nibbling at Liz's neck.

Elizabeth arched her neck, her fingers scraping down Janet's sides. "So do you. So warm and soft," she murmured.

"Oh, yes," said Janet, biting down harder against her skin. "God, Liz, talk to me."

Elizabeth moaned softly. "You're so beautiful," she said. "I thought about you all the time when I was away. What I'd be able to do with you if you had been there."

"Tell me what you wanted to do with me," murmured Janet, shifting against Liz.

"Ever joined the mile high club?" asked Elizabeth, waggling her eyebrows suggestively.

"Not yet, apparently," said Janet, giggling. "On Air Force One?"

Elizabeth grinned. "Yeah. Annie, the Press Secretary, was having a field day with me so that none of the reporters saw me and wondered what a 17 year old girl was doing on the plane," she said. "And while it might not be on Air Force One, I definitely think that's something that needs to be rectified."

"That was the nice thing about the SGC," said Janet. "The only person that thought anything of me wandering around looking--well, all right, less like a 17 year old girl and more like a 14 year old girl, damn it--was you. Not you you, but you know who I mean."

Elizabeth nodded, smiling slightly. "A handful of the Haye's staff know who I am, which meant that I had people to talk to at least," she said. She looked at Janet curiously. "I know who you mean. You never really said much about meeting, um, her."

"Otherwise you'd have read another Russian novel. In Russian." Janet nodded. "It was weird. I mean, how do you behave when you meet your girlfriend's older self? Plus I'd been up for two days already, so I--" She blushed faintly. "I was kind of mean."

"Oh, I did that too," said Elizabeth, matter of factly. She bit her lip, smiling at Janet. "You were mean, huh? How mean and how did she react for that?"

"You're disgustingly accomplished," said Janet. She lowered her head and kissed Liz softly. "We nearly ran into each other in the mess and she told me that it helped if I looked where I was going."