Title: Healing
Author: Nemesis
Email: blaidd@fantasybabe.co.uk
Status: Work in progress. This part finished but future parts still being written.
Spoilers: None
Rating: NC-17!
Content Warnings: Graphic Sexual content
Summary: Dr. Fraser see's on of the male members of the SGC in a new light.......
DISCLAIMER: Stargate SG-1 and its characters are the property of Showtime/Viacom, MGM/UA, Double Secret Productions, and Gekko Productions. I have written this story for entertainment purposes only and no money whatsoever has exchanged hands. No copyright infringement is intended. The original characters, situations, and story are the property of me and are not to be used without my express permission.


Janet stood in the doorway of her office, watching as Col. O’Neill helped Sgt. Siler into the infirmary and sat him down on one of the beds. His shirt was torn and the dark stain of blood spread slowly outwards from the tear. He winced as one of the nurses helped O’Neill to remove the shirt, causing Janet to realise the extent of the injury Siler had sustained. Seeing how much pain the man was in, she stepped into the room and shooed the nurse away as she slipped on a pair of surgical gloves and began to tend the wound herself.
“He’ll be fine Col.” she assured him as she glanced at O’Neill’s worried face.
“I’ll leave him in your capable hands Doctor” he said, looking at her a moment longer before he spun on his heel and left the room. The silence of the room enveloped them, causing Janet to smile slightly as she remembered there was no-one else in the room. She expertly removed Siler’s T-shirt so that she could properly treat his wound and drew in a sharp breath at she saw what a fantastic body had been hiding beneath the uniform for so long. Janet had never thought of Siler in a romantic way, until now, and was slightly taken aback by her immediate reaction to the injured Sgt before her. She finished dressing his wound, her hands beginning to shake as desire coursed through her each time her hands touched his soft skin. She turned from him and stripped off her gloves, angry with herself at her lack of self control.
“Dr. Fraser, is everything OK?” Siler asked, wondering whether he should mention the fact that her touch had severely turned him on. He watched as she turned, something in his voice giving away that he had had the same reaction to her as she’d had to him. Her gaze travelled down and noticed his obvious arousal as her lips curved into a sultry smile.

She looked at the man before her, her lust threatening to over-whelm her unless she tasted him, touched him, fucked him. She crossed the room to stand in front of him, reaching out to touch his face gently. A firm, well muscled chest and a flat 'wash board' stomach. She ran her hands over his chest, her fingers feeling the soft hair that sparsely covered it, before moving lower. She laid gentle kisses down his neck, nibbling gently as she teased him towards losing control. She lowered herself to her knees, laying tender kisses down his chest and over his stomach as she made her way to her goal. She looked at him, her smile sultry and inviting, drinking in the sight of him before her. His arousal was obvious, his substantial erection growing harder as she slowly reached for him. Her hand wrapped round his length, slowly moving her hand as she teased him to full arousal. He needed no encouragement, she realised, as she heard his soft moan. She glanced up and smiled, seeing his head thrown back as he revelled in the sensations coursing through his body. She smiled again as she bent forward slightly and lowered her head, her mouth capturing his length as he watched. She began to suck gently, slipping lower as she took him into her mouth. He moaned again, enjoying the feelings she stirred in him as she moved her head up and down along his hard length. He could feel his control slipping as her hand came up and began to fondle his balls. His gasp of pleasure stopped her for a moment, as she glanced at him, before her strokes became slightly faster. Desire coursed through him as he looked down at her, kneeling at his feet. He wanted her like that, from behind. He wanted to thrust into her, sink into her deep well. He knew he was near breaking point and that it was time to stop before he hurt her. He reached down and grasped her shoulders, pulling her up and away from him as she looked at him. The look of hurt on her face was almost unbearable.
"No Janet. We have to stop" he whispered, his voice laden with desire.
"Why? Do you not like what I was doing?" she asked.
"I liked it very much. But if we don't stop now, I'll end up hurting you" he told her.
"Liar. You just don't want me" she spat angrily. She turned from him, intending to get back to the paperwork in her office. His hand on her arm stopped her and she allowed herself to be turned to face him. She hung her head in shame, knowing he didn't want to be here with her.

She was amazed when he lifted her chin and softly pressed his lips against hers. She responded eagerly and he drew her into his arms, caressing her back with his hands as he gently pulled her dress up. He broke away from her long enough to pull her outfit over her head and then kissed her again. His tongue probed her mouth, tasting her. He slowly lowered himself back against the infirmary bed, firmly pulling her down on top of him. He gently, but firmly, rolled her onto her back and looked at her, still unable to believe that she was here with him. He lowered his head and began kissing her neck, using his tongue to trace small circles as gasped for breath. She moaned with pleasure as he nibbled her neck, moving round to her throat. He heard her sharp intake of breath as he ran his tongue over her collar bone and down between her breasts. She moved slightly, arching her back to move her body closer to him as his tongue circled her breast, darting over the nipple. Her moan was louder this time as he took her nipple in his mouth and gently sucked. Her back arched further, pushing herself into him as he sucked harder, nibbling gently with his teeth. He moved on to the other breast and she clenched her hands, then opened them as she went to reach out to him. He shook his head and she pressed her hands against the cool sheets as he began to move lower.

She lifted her hips slightly as he laid delicate kisses down her stomach and as he reached her mound, she gasped in anticipation. He gently parted her thighs with his hands and ran his tongue gently up the inside of one thigh. Gently running his fingers up the other one he eased her legs apart and marvelled at the sight before him. He gently ran his tongue up her opening, timid at first because he was afraid of hurting her. She raised her hips slightly to give him better access and he probed his tongue deeper, tasting her salty wetness. "She’s nearly ready. Just hold on for a little while longer" he told himself, struggling to keep control. He ran his tongue deeper until he found her clitoris. She gasped as he played with it with his tongue, gently so as not to hurt her. She began to writhe as he did so, her breath coming in short bursts as she luxuriated in the sensations coursing through her body. He continued his probing, his hands caressing her hips as he sucked gently, drinking in the taste of her. Her moans were louder now and she was writhing with pleasure, wanting him inside her.
"Take me" she begged, her voice loaded with desire. He knew then that she was ready and moved himself up, stroking her as he did. He kissed her deeply as she ran her hands down his back, gently digging her nails into his skin. That nearly made him lose control and he had to fight hard to keep himself from thrusting into her. He moved himself on top of her, fighting to be as gentle as he could.
"Take me" she begged again "Now".
"I don’t want to hurt you" he said, anguished that was on the verge of losing control all together. "I don’t want to lose control and hurt you".
"You won’t. Take me" she begged, her voice ragged as she gasped for breath. "Let go your control and give in to your feelings, your desires". She reached up and pulled his head down, her hand stroking the back of his neck. That broke him and he slid into her, thrusting hard as he lost control. She hissed slightly as the penetration hurt for a moment before she too gave in. They kissed as he thrust in fully, amazed that she could take him when no-one else had been able to. He moaned as she raised her hips slightly, allowing him complete penetration. His hands caressed her body as he thrust in again and again, her hands running down his back and her nails clawing into his flesh. The sensation broke him completely and he thrust into her again as he lost the last shreds of control. He could feel himself building to his climax and he slowed himself so that he could get her there before him. He wanted to make her climax first. His pleasure was second to hers and he kissed her again, stroking her body as he thrust into her slowly, teasing her to her climax. She pushed her head back, teeth clenched as she dug her nails hard into his back. She was gasping for breath and as her nails dug in so did he, thrusting into her hard as he climaxed. He called her name as he came, his voice mingling with hers as she cried out his name.

Janet looked at the man laying on her, watching as he smiled tenderly at her.
"Did I hurt you?" he asked, breaking her reverie. She smiled, shaking her head.
"No Siler, you didn't" she assured him. She lay her hand on his face, gently stroking away the beads of sweat gleaming on his forehead. She could feel his breath begin to quicken again and her lips curved into a sultry smile. Against her leg, she could feel him begin to stir once more. She raised her eyebrow slightly and looked at him, seeing the desire building in him as he gently stroked her body. She was ready for him again already. His hand dipped down, feeling her wetness. He pulled her up, onto her knees, and moved behind her. She lay her hands flat against the crumpled sheets as he slowly slid his finger into her moist warm opening. She drew in a sharp breath as he probed her, using his other hand to gently play with her breasts. He dipped his head and began to probe her depths with his tongue, as she began to writhe with pleasure. His tongue found her clit and he teased it as she gasped for breath. He ran his hands over her bare ass, the cheeks firm beneath his touch. He ran his hands over her opening as his
tongue continued it's exploration of her. He slowly dipped a finger into her
again, wetting it with her juices as he drew himself back slightly. She felt him remove his finger from her and gasped at the way she suddenly felt empty.

He grasped her hips tightly and thrust himself hard into her, sinking himself up to the hilt. As his hips came into contact with her hips, he snarled slightly, feeling the beast he had suppressed for so long flowing through him. He drew back and thrust in again, burying himself inside her with each hard, powerful thrust. He ran his hand over her clit, feeling his fingers brush his own member as he fucked her. He could feel himself building to his climax, and his rhythm quicken as she cried in ecstasy. His fingers dug into her hips as he thrust into her again and again, crying out as she called his name as her climax overcame her. He felt her climax and surrendered to his own, gasping and moaning as he reached his peak and released his seed into her. They collapsed onto the bed, exhausted as the orgasms coursed though them.


To be continued........