Chapter 35 (What IS It All About, Alfie?)

Calli Hertz felt warm hands caress her body. The curve of her hip..a gentle squeeze and massage of her naked thigh...a soft trek of finger tips trailing down the flesh of her calf then moving back up..slowly.

She struggled with the white haze she reposed within. That felt good. If she just lay here. Would it continue? Should she even attempt to open her eyes again?

Warm lips pressed against her mouth, a tip of tongue easing into her inner hollow...she could feel the pressure of strong fingers along her cheek line, encouraging her mouth to open for just such an invasion.

Her stomach stirred with the familiar warmth of erotic emotions...those she forced herself to feel sometimes at night..when she was all alone and..in a certain mood. Those moods had been few and far between of late.

A strong hand squeezed her breast, as a shot of adrenalin quivered her stomach. Her nipple puckered into a hard peak. Those amazing lips moved over her cheek, down her neck line until...a tongue swirled sensually around the stiff point, flicking hungrily about the sensitive surface. Warm breath fanned her skin at every possible point of contact.

Calli stifled a moan. Was she dreaming?

Calli found herself arching her back to better feel the sensation as the coarse tongue worked it's magic and the warm hollow suckled her breast lovingly and of long duration. Thick fingers spread, moving over the firmness of her buttocks, grasping the supple flesh and softly caressing, kneading..holding firmly as she felt her thighs spread wide..a hard mound of flesh molted to her center of being, the soft down of hair covered thighs laying against her inner ones.

That mound of flesh..hot..smooth..moving rhythmically against her vulnerable opening..caused the woman to think forbidden thoughts. A long shaft, molded to the wetness between her legs, sliding more than suggestively, back and forth..back and forth , forcing Calli to wish to open her legs wider.

This was one of the sweetest dreams she had ever had. If she tried very hard..maybe she wouldn't awaken just yet.


SGC Jack O'Neill's Quarters

"Can you feel any movement as yet?" Jack lay his hand on Samantha Carter's naked flesh, his palm covering her stomach. He was amazed at the small bulge he could feel under his hand. He had kissed the area gently, pulling back to examine it in minute detail. Sara had never been one to share such things. Jack had always been most interested in the development of their new born child but Sara was from the Midwest and that was 'private' stuff.

She would dress in the bathroom after she began to show. As if it were something to be ashamed of. Jack had asked and she had said..several times. She didn't want him seeing her 'fat'...that it made her feel uncomfortable and less attractive.

No matter how Jack had tried to reassure her, it only added to his desire, she would just shake her head and change the subject.

After a while, Jack thought, he should just respect her privacy and he had allowed the matter to drop.

But, Samantha Carter did not seem to feel that way. Her hand had taken his one day..shortly after she had told him the news...and lay it upon her stomach. Jack had not been aware, but he had been staring and it seemed to amuse the woman. So...when she did what she had done...it made Jack feel all warm inside. To actually touch his kid..sort of.

Since then...he would touch her often, whenever the mood struck him and she would just grin at him and sometimes..kiss his cheek in open affection.

"...No, silly. I'm not that far along." Carter caught the next sentence. Having meant to ask, hadn't his first wife told him such things. But, he never spoke of her. So, Carter, assumed..it was something he would rather not discuss at this moment in their relationship. She wasn't sure she wanted to know anything, at any rate.. So, Sam just let it drop. "Soon, I think, though. I can check with Janet."

"Yeah..that would be cool. Check with old Doc Frasier." Jack was excited to know about such things. "I'm thinking that little sucker in there is a boy..you?"

"Is that what you want? A little boy?"

"Doesn't matter." Jack was certain on that fact. A little girl with sunshine hair and blue eyes would suit him just fine. "Just as long as it's ok..you know?"

Samantha nodded she 'knew'. "...I like when you touch me." She turned a little shy then, the blue eyes lifted determinedly. But, she held his hand on her stomach.

"Yeah?" Jack had 'liked' her statement. His gaze dropping significantly. "Where...do you like me to 'touch' you...any place in particular?"

"Doesn't matter." Her tone had softened two-fold. As had those incredible blue eyes. "Just as long as you..continue to do so."

"Well, now..Doctor. I think that can be arranged." Jack's hand moved..downward. His fingers curving to her center of being. The man enjoyed Sam's gentle intake of breath for his action. And she had closed her eyes to better savor the moment. "I've got a few minutes right now, as a matter of fact. If you would like to explore the possibilities of such an..endeavor."

"Again?"

Jack held his smile with difficulty, for the blue eyes had managed to seem somewhat alarmed over the prospect. "Too soon?"

"Not for me." Samantha was getting a little ballsy of late, he had begun to note. He liked that in his women. He hadn't known he had liked it..until this woman had started doing it.

But, yeah..he did.

"Meaning..it might be for me?" He loved calling her bluff.

"Now, did I say that, Col?"

"Didn't have to." He chided superficially. "I know a challenge when I hear one."

"Do you?" She flirted easily now, feeling completely at ease with the man.

"Ohhh yeah." Jack's eyes deepened with involvement. He issued a challenge of his own. Samantha Carter was women enough to pick up on the fact. "You think I can't arise to the occasion? Hell, Carter. I can fill that little pussy any time you need it. All you have to do is ask."

"Do I have to 'ask'..sir?" She blinked innocent eyes.

"Well, not when put like that..no." he grinned, lowering his mouth to her nipple, teasing it with languid strokes and gentle sucks. "I really like sucking your tits, Carter. Have I mentioned the fact?" He continued his efforts as if to demonstrate. His hands lifting..first one, then the other as he administered to the lovely orbs.

"I never would have guessed." She managed to sound sincere. But her eyes danced mischievously.

Jack liked her all saucy and playful. She seemed to shed the professional demeanor when she walked through his door. The glasses came off..as did her name tag and if Jack had anything to say in the matter...the clothes shortly followed and..then he would have his 'special' time and then...she would get all saucy and playful..if he was lucky.

He had been just full of luck of late.

"Too crudely put?" Jack sometimes worried about his manner of speaking with the woman. And although the question had been kept light..he was serious. He could say breasts if the other term offended even slightly..Samantha Carter. It was the last thing he wanted to do. But, he also felt at ease with the woman and..some of his street up-bringing emerged at times.

"Not for me. Turns me on, if you want to know the truth. I like your dick."

Jack chuckled for her audacity. "That pretty little mouth saying that...you should be spanked for such talk, Carter. Think you'd like that?"

"You would." She was relatively positive. "Maybe later..right now? I just want you to fuck me."

Jack lifted his head and blinked his surprise. That word he had never heard from her before. It made his balls tighten in anticipation.

"Too crudely put?" She lifted her brows, reminding him of minutes ago.

"Hell no!" Jack was quick to put that matter to rest. "Any special way or..entrance?"

"Be creative." Sam suggested. Then..slowly turned over, presenting that perfect ass to him. She glanced back over her shoulder, her look heating his loins nicely. He felt himself grow especially hard.

"Are you serious, Carter..cause if you're not. Gonna be really disappointed here. Gotta share that with you." His eyes devoured the firm, tight ass covetously.

"Oh, I'm perfectly serious, Col." The woman reached, her hand running the slope of her ass cheek. Her eyes holding the man's masterfully. She smacked her own bottom smartly, moaning for the sting. She lifted a sultry stare to Jack's shocked one. "Ummm..that felt..nice. I am thinking..sir. You could be so much more..assertive..if you really were in the mood. Am I wrong?"

"Wrong?" Jack moved, pushing his middle finger into the hot, receptive little hole he found so captivating..moving his digit in and out of the opening slowly..methodically. "When have you ever been 'wrong', Carter?" He smacked her ass cheek meaningfully with his free hand..

"Ohhhhh." The woman groaned her appreciation, reaching to massage the area instinctively. Only to have her wrist caught and held.

"That is my job...Doctor." Jack scolded. Then...smacked the same area again...harder. "When I have..finished."

The woman had trembled visibly, a soft, kitten-like mew escaping her throat and she lay, docilely now...awaiting his next action.

Jack moved again..into the space between her legs, his knees pushing insistently on her inner thighs. He grasped a near by pillow, easing it under her stomach, lifting the cute little ass to the right height needed. "Play time." He muttered, his eyes filled with raw desire as he now surveyed his territory. He grasped his rock hard cock in his hand, spreading her vaginal lips with his index finger and thumb as he slid the smooth tip into the heated depths.

He groaned his rapture, shoving his entire length down the lovely slip and slide.

Carter moaned happily, lifting to meet his slow, even thrusts.

Jack watched as he 'played'. His hands holding her hips as he moved in and out of the molten depths.


Out Side The SGC ..East Side of Cheyenne Mountain

"It's pretty up here. But, aren't you tired, Frank?" Emily frowned her concern. "You seemed beat when you got back, baby. What are we doing up here?"

"Had a nap, woman.." Frank had his reasons for being up here. She didn't need to know them just yet. He wasn't ready..The time wasn't right. "We're going to play Master and Field Wench. Need to be out-of-doors for that one."

Emily chuckled. "Since when? Who gets to be the Master this time?"

"You're so fucking 'easy'..I am the Master..DUH!" Frank shook his head woefully. "Last time I played the 'wench'..got grass stains all on my knees."

"Well, we all have to make sacrifices." She grinned at him. "As if you would play such a role. Damned macho bastard."

"You wouldn't respect me if I allowed you that much lee-way."

"I don't respect you now." Emily had sat, and looked out over the quiet of the night. The moon was full. "Should we be out here? Simon and Garfunkle actually patrol. We could be spotted."

"That's the fun part of it." Frank sat beside her. And opened the basket he had packed.

The woman frowned over at him. "A picnic? What the hell has gotten into you? You? Being thoughtful? Nice, even? Maybe YOU are the Clone."

"Don't want to talk about that." Frank poured himself a glass of wine. "Besides..this is my stuff..you should have thought to bring your own."

"That's more like the Cromwell I know." Emily smiled then reached, taking his glass and bringing it to her lips.

"And that.." Frank scowled slightly for her actions, allowing them, as it was meant for the woman any way. "Is the Emily Taylor I know."

"Got anything to eat in there?"

Frank handed the basket over. His thoughts on more important matters.

He watched Emily rummage through the things he had packed.

"Ohh. Cool." She had found some cheese and crackers, and was extracting them from the basket. She stopped suddenly and..frowned. She looked up at the man who seemed to be waiting for just such an occurrence. "..What is this?"

"What?" He asked. His eyes gentle on her face.

She brought out the black box. "..This. What is in here?"

"What would you imagine?"

Emily looked at the box. "Too small to be a snake. I mean a literal one. Or a Goa'uld." She quipped. "Is it your's?" She willingly handed it over to the man.

"Nope..it's your's.." he declined to take it. "If you want it."

Emily's puzzlement became real. "..What?"

"Open it."

The woman stared at the box now as if it were an alien thing.

"Open...it." Frank repeated.

Emily lifted wide, large eyes. "Frank?" She needed questions answered.

"Nothing special..it's the best I can do right now. Thought the kid needed me to step up."

"...Excuse me?"

Frank had stated that wrong. He sensed it. "You know I don't do the romantic crap, Emily." He sighed heavily. "You also know how shitty I am at..the other stuff. You know what you mean to me. And you know I want the kid. What the hell else do you want?"

The woman was silent. She looked at the box in her hand. She swallowed hard. "..I don't know, Frank." She handed the box to him. "Something ...more." Was all she knew for certain. She arose and started back to the entrance from whence they had exited moments before.

Frank's mood dropped considerably. "This mean we don't get to play Master and Field Wench?" He called over his shoulder, this tone all bravado. He felt more than shitty, suddenly.

The woman had hesitated. He could feel her eyes on him. He could also feel her disappointment. She..resumed her steps.

"Don't." He..asked. His tone, completely altered.

Emmy halted. Willing to give this man every chance in the Universe if he needed it. Her heart was pounding hard in her chest.

Frank looked out over the tall tree-lined area. His own heart beating rapidly. His mind filled with dread and hopelessness. "....Don't go."

Emily's eyes filled with tears. She knew what it had taken the man to...say those words.

"It's ok..you don't have to do this. Everything is ok like it is. Let's just...go on, ok?" She made it easier on him for to lose him was unthinkable. Even if he were an asshole..He was the only asshole she wanted. She had long known that fact.

"..Take the ring, Emmy." The man's tone washed over her like a soothing balm. She watched the stocky frame. He sat ram-rod straight. Which meant his insides were churning..just like hers. "I want you to have it."

"..I will..when it's the right time." She swallowed her tears, determined to be what he expected of her. "We'll both know..won't we."

She lowered her head. "And..if it doesn't come, well, then it just doesn't. The kid will never be a part of that. Are we agreed then?"

"..Take the ring." He arose, turning...his face in the shadows of the night.

She shook her head. She had not heard what she had to hear from the man. "I can't do that."

The silence was brittle and she knew he was more than pissed at her. But, this time..she couldn't compromise for him. She just couldn't. She was worth more than that.

"What.." he grated the statement. "Do you want from me?"

"I never asked anything of you, you big asswipe..I don't need anything! I don't expect you to give what you can't." She snapped her own growing anger, stepping a step. "When have I ever? You're such a...God, you're so stupid!" She turned, stalking toward the entrance of the SGC.

A large hand closed around her upper arm and she was swirled about effortlessly, her balance lost. She gasped, grasping for a stay hold, finding it in the rock hard muscles of the man's chest area. "You idiot..what are you doing?"

"You want the fucking words said?" His warm breath fanned her face and he smelled of cigarettes and spearmint gum. "What the hell do they mean? NOTHING!"

She knew that. She swallowed the threat of tears yet again.

"All I want.." She managed, her tone shaky but as even as she could make it under the circumstances. "Is for you to let me the hell go. I'm cold. I'm going inside now."

"The kid has to have a name!"

"He will..mine." She pulled from his grasp, which he allowed.

"It's my kid."

"Yeah, well, he's mine too." She whispered harshly, poking his chest angrily with a taper finger tip. "You stupid gorilla. What century are you living in? I don't need you to step up and do the right thing. I don't fucking need you at all. Sorry to disappoint."

She turned, ready to take her leave.

"Maybe I need you."

The woman turned, shocked. "What?"

"...You heard me, damn you."

Emily..blinked. Her heart softened into a gooey pile of mush. "Fuck you, Frank. Why d-did you h-have to say...that?" The tears came and this time..she couldn't stop them.

He opened his arms and she went into his embrace, her arms lifted about his neckline. She held onto his strength, allowing her pent up emotions free reign for a beat. She knew he hated women crying though so..she backed off, swiping her cheeks, determined to master the moment.

He allowed her the time. His silence unnerved the woman. She wanted him to say something...anything at this point, even if it were stupid, as was his usual statements.

But, he didn't. She could feel his eyes even if she couldn't see his face. The night was too dark and they were in the shadows of the mountain itself now.

"You..you smell like cigarettes. You start again?" She sought vainly for something to fill the void.

"Needed a couple." He stated. He would have preferred a stiff belt of Scotch but..none was to be found on base. So he had settled for the next best thing.

"I won't have those damned things around the kid."

"I know." He nodded.

The woman allowed the moment to continue.

"I don't want another cunt. You know that, right?"

Emily stifled a laugh. "Is that your way of saying you will try to be faithful?"

She had never felt less like 'laughing', in reality.

"I won't try...I will...NOT..fuck another woman. Not unless you start it first."

She lifted startled eyes. "ME?"

"That's what I said." The man stated menacingly. "At which time..I will kill the son-of-a-bitch and make you wish you were dead...then, I'll bring six or seven women right before your fucking eyes and fuck each cunt repeatedly and make you watch."

"Well, that kind of gets me hot." She knew he meant each and every word, despite her reply. "Will you fuck me afterwards? Think I'll be ready by then."

"You fucking wish. I'll never stick my dick in you again...not ever. Nor will I allow any other bastard to fuck you."

"That hardly seems fair..after all the times you've had women when you were with me." She reminded. "You think I don't know about them?"

"I know you know they meant shit. You're the one I come home to."

"Well, I feel so privileged." She rolled her eyes. "Question, Frank..if you hadn't knocked me up...would you still be offering that little black box?"

"...Yes."

Emily..felt her heart begin to thud again. Her pulse having jumped erratically. "...You are such a fucking liar."

"Don't have to lie...not with you..do I."

No. She had never made him feel as if he had to lie to her. That was one thing she could not stomach. His other women? Hell, she always knew she could get another man if she really wanted..so they hadn't been an issue. And he had not had any of late that she knew of.

He could never hide that part of himself. He was too damned honest. He hated lies more than she did. So, the stupid moron would confess...tell her when or if...he had..been stupid.

They were not exclusive. Not at first. Emily had 'dated' other men. She knew Frank was doing the same, well, women. But that had stopped for the woman two years ago. She had fallen in love with the man. She hoped he didn't know of her weakness.

There had been a few women after that two year mark for the man. Three that she knew of. One, he had been drunk and didn't even remember what she looked like. The second..was a woman he met in the Resistance. It had been a one night thing. And the last was just odd. She didn't know if he had been drunk or what..but, he told her about this red head. With green eyes. And he thought maybe she had only been a dream or something but..he kept having his dream and it clearly bothered the man.

He had said. He didn't actually want or seek this women out...she just..was. He had even saw the base doctor..such as he was, at the time. He had went for a couple of sessions but Emily had never seen this woman on base. And Frank was certain she was on base. For he was never gone for a very long period of time and when he supposedly was with this woman. Emmy knew for certain. He had NOT left base.

And yet, the woman was not in any files or on their computers.

At first Emily had been highly pissed, then..just more curious. Frank was more 'bothered' by the 'meetings' with this woman than Emily over a period of time. She had followed him one night..

He had gone to the 23rd floor. Nothing down there except storage and Evvie's shit. He had entered Evvie's quarters and emerged less than an hour later. Emily had entered immediately thinking to confront the bitch, but all she found was a room full of wires and monitors and computer shit.

That night, once again...Frank had 'confessed' his unfaithfulness'...

Emily knew for certain..there had been no other human in that room. None. And no other exits. So, it was a mystery she was determined to solve. When Frank had told her of Jack O'Neill's 'cloning'...she began to wonder...if Evvie might have had something to do with this mysterious red-head that didn't seem to exist.

She had asked Evvie point blank to show her the file of this 'person'...Evvie had stated quite emphatically...such a person did not exist on base or anywhere she could find in her data base.

The Computer Chick suggested it was a way that Major Cromwell reassured himself that he would remain faithful to Emily. That he was a very complicated man with an even more complicated past that impacted how he perceived the present or any relationship he undertook.

Emily didn't buy it at first but having spoken with Sam Carter, and in round about terms, described the events in vague hypothesis-like details..Sam had concurred with Evvie's diagnosis.

Which had amazed Emily somewhat.

In essence, Carter had said, a man might create a fantasy woman to fulfil his..eh..needs. That was how Carter had said it. So that the man would not go looking for a real, flesh and blood partner as that man might have been apt to do in the past. This fantasy female would supply all the carnal impulses, thus eliminating them from the man's everyday existence. He could then, theoretically be content with one female. As he had been satisfied elsewhere plus getting his jollies at home too. When in reality..he had only been doing so in his mind. The impulse in Alpha Males was strong to..procreate. But, there were some that considered infidelity unthinkable. So, if ...a certain male happened to believe this and yet needed the added stimulation, say of..extramarital affairs. It would create a tremendous imbalance in his sub-conscious mind. If that man's mind was strong enough. And his will determined enough..He would solve the problem in such a manner as to create a fantasy lover.

Emily had never given much credence to it all until she followed Frank a few times..he always ended up in Evvie's quarters...spending an hour or so and leaving.

Emily had searched the room before his arrival and after so...nothing. No female. No red-head. She was stumped.

She had even tried to enter while the man was inside a few times. She received a jolt of electricity for her troubles..so after a few attempts..and shouting for the man to come out..with no results what-so-ever...or confronting him as he exited...

Only to receive a blank stare and silence for her efforts...she let it go.

After he slept, he was Frank again and all was well.

Emily was stumped. But, she was determined to solve the mystery.