Hour Later
"Can I go now?" Cromwell, sat...muscular legs hanging off the bed...barefooted...stripped down to a hospital gown. But, his shoulder already felt one hundred percent better, even if he had no plans to admit the fact to this woman before him.
"Stop being such a big baby...you need a shot of penicillin. Turn around, Major..." Janet prepared the antibiotic as she spoke.
"Hey, you want to see my ass, just ask. I'm easy, Doc."
"I highly suspected you were...turn, Airman."
"Marine, Ma'am."
"Same difference." Janet deliberately offered the 'dig' smiling sweetly up at the large bear of a man. He had slid off the hospital bed and stood, facing her more than confidently...his eyes holding a silent mirth, his mouth threatening to pull up at the corners for the less than veiled 'slight'.
"Move the gown...and turn...around." She spoke slowly as if to a 'challenged' child.
Cromwell did her bidding, hardly embarrassed. "See anything you like? Feel free to...explore."
"Seen it all before and in much more abundance." Janet administered the shot...none to gently.
"HEY " The man stiffened and...grimaced. "Damn woman...that's not a dart board."
Janet patted his bare ass playfully and stated soothingly. "It is to me...Airman."
Cromwell rubbed his ass. "Marine..Ma'am."
"Whatever." Janet picked up his chart and wrote notes as she spoke. "I suggest a good night's sleep and some hot food. You'll be fine in the morning."j
"I'm fine now...just in case you're wondering."
"I'm not...now...get back in that bed."
"Only if you join me."
"Major..." Janet smiled sweetly again and Cromwell thought maybe he had over-stepped the lines of good behavior with the woman. "We can do this the easy way...or the more difficult...your call."
"He'll take the former, Doctor." Jack had arrived with the coffee and a tray of food from the cafeteria. "Won't you...Major."
"You said I could go." Frank lost his good mood.
"Carter has something she wants to try and the Asgard are on the way...so. Everything is cool. Get some rest and we'll get the show on the road tomorrow."
Janet looked at the Col. 'Asgard on the way?' It usually took no time at all for the beings to arrive once they had been contacted...that didn't sound right but she wasn't about to let on to the Major.
"Sound advice." . "Or...I could just call those two large guards outside those doors and administer something to help you sleep...you 'up' for another shot, Major?"
Cromwell looked at the woman in awe. "You ARE like Napoleon."
Janet turned a lazy gaze to....Jack O'Neill who had the grace to look a little guilty. "..What? " He demanded all the same.
Janet narrowed her eyes and...left the two with a cryptic... "I WILL be back."
Cromwell grinned at Jack O'Neill. "I like her."
"Everyone likes her." Jack grimaced. "Here...this is real food, try it. I'll get you out of here and into some quarters if you really want. Up to you. You ok with the wait?" Jack had lied about the Asgard but Carter was testing all kinds of shit...that part was true and he had confidence, she wouldn't let him down...or this man.
Frank could smell the food...it smelled wonderful. He couldn't remember when he had, real...hot...honest to goodness...food.
"Well...maybe just a taste." He lifted the lid and almost gasped. Roast beef...fucking real..roast beef...mashed potatoes...gravy...even green beans and a roll...and dessert. Jesus...did it get any better?
"Here." Jack offered the something...better.
Frank took his coffee...black..just the way he liked it. Strong...and aromatic. He closed his eyes and savored.
"So...everything good? Want your own quarters?"
"This is cool for one night, Jack...and hey, thanks, man." Cromwell meant it. "Been a while...if you know what I mean. This smells better than a hooker when you got a hard-on."
Jack 'got' the reference. "Least I can do...you showed me hospitality..."
"Nothing like this." Frank could not wait to dig into the food.
"No problem. More coffee in the thermos thingy." Jack mentioned. "Gonna go and light some fire under certain people's asses...we'll get you home. Trust me."
"...Yeah...hey, Jack." Frank stopped the man's intended exit. "...Are we...square now?"
Jack met the man's earnest stare for a goodly while. "We're square, Frank." And..he meant it.
Cromwell nodded and...felt like eating again. That's all he needed to hear.
A half hour later...the man had showered and shaved and felt human for the first time in four years. He lay on his bed..hands folded behind his head. His thoughts turned inward and he passed a few minutes wondering what those on his world were doing right at this exact moment.
A feeling of guilt washed over the man. Shit..he had a hot meal...good coffee...a hot shower and more good coffee... Emily was probably eating cold cuts and half warmed up soup.
Which meant his kid was eating the same crap...
A dark frown furrowed his brow. What the hell had he been thinking...he shouldn't have taken that shower...he shouldn't have eaten that damned food...not while his kid was ...
"OH..excuse me...I didn't know anyone else was supposed to be in here."
Cromwell started...sitting hastily. "Emmy "
The woman had halted her intended retreat back out the doors of the infirmary. "....Excuse me? Do...do I know you?"
Cromwell was taken aback. Did she know him???? He glanced downward. There was no slight bulge on the woman's stomach and for a sickening second...the man blanched...and felt like he was going to vomit...
"Are...are you ok? You don't look well. Should I get Doctor Frasier?" Her concern had outweighed her awkwardness. She stepped father into the area.
"...No." Frank forced his mind to accept...this was not his Emily. Of course, she was not pregnant. "No, I'm...fine. I'm good." He reassured her.
She still waited, unsure. "I...I just came to see Silar...I guess he has been discharg..."
"SILAR?" The man was off the bed and around the other next to it in two long strides..."Jesus...Silar???"
The woman had retreated and her hand had come to her breast, her eyes wide with alarm.
"You like...SILAR?" It was clearly accused.
She blushed. "I beg your pardon " She was ready to take offense now.
"...Nothing." Frank backed down. He had to remind himself...in this world. He was dead. She couldn't possibly know him...or ...anything else. "Hey...sorry. You don't know me. Do you."
Again...the woman hesitated. Frank was not used to seeing her in a medical uniform. The lab coat seemed so out of place on her.
"I..I heard. About you and Doctor Jackson...the eh...other one, I mean. News travels fast on base. Even if it's not supposed to."
He nodded. "You...work here..as?" He fished, again, examing her clothes beneath the lab coat. She wore a silk blouse...white, simple cut, button front. And a short skirt..but, not too short. Nylons and sensible heels. Low pumps.
Frank had never seen Emily in anything other than BDUs or jeans and a top.
"I'm a research assistant...I work for Doctor Felger mostly. Doctor Lee, of course."
"...You like the work?" He didn't want her to go just yet. It was good just to see her, let alone...to be able to speak with her.
She smiled. "It's interesting here."
"I'll bet. So...what have you 'heard'...about me?"
"...That...you came with the Col and that you were here before. I came on base about a year ago...guess that was before my time." She pushed her hair back, tucking it behind her ear...a habit she had when she was nervous.
"That all?" He looked at her contentedly. She even smelled the same...no perfume..just a light, evasive mixture of some flower and a clean, soapy scent.
"Yes." She answered to quickly and...looked away hastily. "Pretty much."
Which meant she had heard that he was supposed to be dead. And that they had come from another time line. She didn't lie half so well as his Emily.
It amused him. He swept her figure more closely. "....In MY world...we know each other a little better than we do here..." He decided to push some buttons and see what happened.
She blinked. "...Oh." She had always been a quick study. But, she didn't seem to have anything more to add.
"....Actually...a lot...better. I've missed the hell out of you...to be perfectly honest. It's good to...see you again." That was something he could not afford to admit to his Emily...She would use it at every opportunity against him.
The woman flushed slightly. "I...I am not...eh...I mean...."
That had thrown her...good. It's what the man had hoped for. He stepped slightly, hoping it would not put her off but he needed to 'advance' his attack at this stage...so he took the chance, again.
"I like your hair all down and framing your face like that..." He reached...his fingers lightly trailing a gentle line down the softness of her cheek line.
The lovely mouth fell open for his audacity but she stood perfectly still under his touch.
"You usually wear it up...it looks all soft and...sexy like that." He filtered his fingers into the sides of her hair, the tips massaging her scalp ever so sensually. He knew she had a weakness for that. "It's beautiful."
The woman's breathing had become a trifle more labored. And he held her gaze easily.
His eyes fell to her mouth. He continued his pastime, his other hand lifting...massaging the other side of her head. His hands encompassed the small area easily...
Frank added a tiny bit of pressure to his antics...and leaned slowly...stepping once...
The large blue eyes widened with shock..for she felt his intent but before she could think to object...he had placed his mouth upon her slightly parted lips, his tongue slipping between them to melt pruriently to hers.
He held her head stationary, increasing the pressure of his mouth upon hers, ignoring the tiny gasp of shock his actions had produced. His lips moved expertly upon her captured ones, his tongue probing the sweetness of her mouth tentatively.
She had the presence of mind to lift her hands against his chest and push weakly...he winced..for she had hit the spot where the staff weapon had injured him.
She broke the kiss, sensing his pain. "OHH..." She had felt the bandaged area under the thin layer of cotton gown he wore..sort of...wore. As the thing was clearly untied in back and hung on his broad shoulders by strength of will alone, it seemed. "I'm so sorry...I didn't know you were..."
Then the situation was brought to mind and she flushed prettily. "I...I h-have to..."
"Stay." He lifted mesmerizing eyes. "I don't want you to go." He admitted huskily. "I need you to...stay with me."
Again, the woman was clearly put at a disadvantage. "Y-You don't know me..." She tried to convince herself more than the man. "It's not..me you...eh..."
"Damn it...Emily...I won't beg..you know that." He grated his new-found urgency. "But..I'm asking you...to stay."
"I'm n-not Emil...I mean...I AM, but..."
"I need you. I need to...be close to you." Frank encircled the woman with his arms, her waist so small he could reach twice about her frame were he of a mind. "I want to fuck you so bad, baby...let me." He brought his mouth down on hers with determination, deepening the kiss systematically.
"H-Holy..s-shi "
"You have the sweetest tasting cunt I've ever had my tongue in...I can taste it now..." He trailed a hot series of kisses from her ear lope to her neckline... "I even dreamed of it that first night. God I woke with such a fucking hard-on...it was incredible "
"P-Pleas...."
"Not as bad as the one I have now...feel, angel?" The man's hand pressed on her buttock, holding her body close to his. He could feel the garter belt that held up her stockings. He had always liked women to wear them. "That's all for you...do you want it? I can make you want it...can't I." He whispered seductively.
Emily felt the large, bulging evidence of the man's involvement, her blood heating dangerously. Her cheeks heated as well.
"You're making it ache..." He groaned his pain. "Fuck, it feels so good...it wants you so badly. It wants inside that steamy little hole."
Cromwell ran his hand up and under the hem of the skirt...bringing the material with his palm as it slid upward...his lips parted Emily's hungrily, his embrace tight...keeping her pressed hard against his muscular form.
"Let me feel my property..." He moved his thigh between hers, for he had pushed the skirt completely out of his way, and ran his hand into the lace of her panties, lifting the garter belt with the same action..he found the sight very erotic. "Firm little ass..." His fingers curved to the slope lovingly...his middle finger playing teasingly about her anal opening for a beat...before easing downward, until it slipped into the heat between her legs..."ummmmm...." He breathed his contentment.
"Wet...." He finger-fucked her slowly...his mouth catching hers eagerly... "I fucking like that..." His tongue flicked the tip of hers lanquidly.
"G-God...s-stop." There was a desperation to Emily's tone that Frank had worked very hard to achieve and a slight tinge of fear that excited the man even more than he already was. She turned her head from his searching lips, attempting to find some semblance of the sanity that she had so recently lost.
This was all going horribly awry...and yet her body cried out for this man's touch and to her horror..she wasn't even attempting to close her legs to his antics.
She didn't even KNOW this man...what the hell was in her head....
But, what she was being forced to feel had nothing to do with logic..or brain activity.
His finger felt so good! The movements making her all the wetter and desire flared throughout her body.
"You don't want me to 'stop'." He nuzzled her earlobe in open affection. "You love it when I 'finger' you." He soothed expertly, his hand squeezing her breast lovingly. "Not as much as I do, of course." He chuckled sensually. "That little clit need some attention?"
"NO!" The woman squirmed helplessly, hoping he would ignore such feeble protests on her part, in reality.
"Let me undress you...I'll suck on that succulent pussy until you scream with pleasure. You know I can do it too...don't you." He leaned and suckled her nipple, pushing the blouse out of his way, the bra hanging apart..his teeth nipping playfully...
Frank purposely removed his finger and grinned when the girl almost wept from frustration. He shrugged out of the hospital gown, flinging it aside and stood...completely naked and exposed before her.
He swept her flushed cheeks with an intent stare, at ease with his own nudity.
Emily stared and...marveled.
Damn! He had a fantastic physique. All muscles and bulges and hard contours and darkly tanned areas...that faded into white flesh in all the expected places. Greying hair covered his massive chest area and tapered downward over his abdomen, ending in a much darker patch that surrounded his...
Jesus God! She had closed her mouth with a snap. Her eyes hastily averted. The man was hung like a wild stallion and stiffly rigid...protruding hard and erect..outward...
"It's all for you, baby...took you a while to learn how to take it all inside..but, hell, you're a quick study, aren't you." He grinned down at the pink cheeks and wide, wonder-filled eyes.
The man reaffirmed his embrace, taking the small frame back into his arms.. She could feel his hardness pressing over her stomach.. "You like my cock, don't you. You've told me often enough. Just like I've told you how your pussy makes me climb the fucking walls."
Even the sound of his voice made her tremble inside now...
"I...I c-can't." Stay here! She wanted to scream.. What the hell had happened? She had only come to visit...eh....eh...Shit! She had forgotten the guy with the wrench's name...Fuck...this was bad! This was waaaaay bad!
Frank had long since tugged the tip of her blouse from her neatly tucked waist band. His hand moving over the hot flesh anywhere he pleased... "You don't wear these." He played with the front tab of her bra...the one he had flipped easily apart, and now, her breast, freed from such restraint, filled his palm. "I hate the damned things." His thumb eased over her nipple several times and it puckered painfully.
She stifled a moan of pleasure, her fingers grasping the thickness of his wrist, weakly pushing, but she could hardly pretend a protest now...she only wanted his finger back inside her.
The man gently kneaded and massaged her breasts. His eyes raw with an inner passion now.
His stare heated her center of being to vivid life.
What was worse...the man seemed to instinctively know exactly what she was feeling.
Corridor A....Infirmary
Jack O'Neill headed leisurely toward the sick bay. He had some good news that could not wait. It might make Frank Cromwell feel a little better. Jack had sensed the man was a little low when he last saw him.
Maybe this news would lift Frank's sagging..moral.