This is for the storm challenge.
Law and Order doesn't belong to me, it belongs to Dick Wolf and NBC.
Enjoy
"I don't like storms, you know. We had good reservations to that très chic restaurant and now it's all ruined."
"Wow Claire, think like this, baby… We can have other activities here…"
"Like…"
"Like this…" Jack gave quick kisses around her neck and won a tiny moan from her. "Oh, I bet you're gonna like the rest I have to offer."
"Hmm, better than any French or Italian restaurant…"
"Come on, I'm an Irish food. I have the huge note saying 'Kiss me, I'm Irish.'"
"God, come here!" she grabbed him by his shirt and drove him to the couch.