Part I: Tangerine Dream
Rating: M. Obviously!
Summary: Part One in the "Missing Pieces" series. What happened the night before Jack picked up those orange panties off the floor?
Dedicated: To the lovely ladies at for encouraging me to write these. Apparently there are a lot of desperate PPJ's out there. A special thanks to AtholBrose for the wonderful beta job; without her this would be a minefield of grammar mistakes. Also thanks goes out to Ali and Marie, for always being there for me and for unleashing the PPJ beast within without judging.
Spoilers: Something Nice Back Home.
Author's Note: As amazing as "Something Nice Back Home" was, there was a lot left to the imagination on a few different occurrences. There will be three parts to this series to complete what happened in the episode. Part Two will continue the shower and Part Three will continue the hallway.
Jack got out of the car and trudged lazily to the door of the house. He opened it slowly and was greeted by the off-key sound of Kate singing in the kitchen. Closing the door quietly behind him, he dropped his briefcase and keys on the side table and tiptoed into the next room.
She was in the kitchen washing dishes, a domestic goddess in her Capri pajama pants and tank-top set. If you'd never known Kate Austen before, you'd think she was born to do this.
Jack stepped into the kitchen and leaned against the fridge, watching her with a big grin on his face. He loved the fact that he got to see her like this; so carefree, so happy.
She started to swing her hips from side-to-side with some imaginary song, existing solely in her own head, and it was just too much for him. He let out a chuckle and she screeched, stopping immediately. Even with her back to him, Jack could tell she was embarrassed.
"How long have you been standing there?" she squeaked, fingers drumming the sink's edge.
Jack walked right up behind her and wove his hands across her stomach, wrapping her tightly into his body as his head dropped down to kiss her neck.
"Long enough to see you rock out during the bridge," he laughed. He brought his hands down to her hips and held them, pushing into her slightly with his groin.
"Want to show me that move again?" he leered playfully into her ear.
She gasped and side-stepped him, shaking water from her hands as she went.
"I can't believe you were watching me," she huffed as she walked over to the small wine rack and grabbed a bottle of red.
He opened up the cabinet and grabbed two glasses and the bottle opener, handing it to her automatically.
"You put on a good show, Austen. What was I supposed to do? Turn away and walk upstairs?"
She stuck her tongue out at him as she popped the cork out. He leaned over the counter and watched her as she poured the full-bodied Bordeaux halfway to the brim. He held his glass up to toast it with hers, and she finally relented when he gave her his "I'm sorry, please forgive me" Jack Shephard face. She thought she'd be immune to it by now, but she was finding her defenses were weakening by the day.
"How was your day?" she asked, pushing up to plant herself on the counter's bar stool. She loved this about them; the frequent check-ins of their daily life together as a couple. It was so… normal.
"Pretty good," he sighed, swirling the wine around in his glass, "Didn't lose anyone, which is always a plus. And I don't have anything until eleven tomorrow so I won't have to go in early. What about you? Did you finally get that thing cleared up with Elise?"
"Yes, thank God," she answered, "I swear she thought not-for-profits just survived on good will alone. She didn't realize that she actually had to call people and ask for donations, too. I think we're square now."
Jack took another sip of his wine and put the glass down, walking closer to her.
"Set her straight, did you? Showed her who was boss?" he asked, his eyes darkening. Kate, peering out to him from the brim of her glass, took another sip from her glass and smiled as she put it down on the counter just as Jack got to her side.
"Of course. Are you surprised?" she breathed, his heat and scent assaulting her senses.
He grabbed both of her legs and turned her around so he could step in between them, clutching her face in his hands. He dipped down and kissed her, the sharp, floral notes of wine mingling with each other as their tongues met.
His tongue darted out and traced the inside of her bottom lip and Kate sighed, bringing her hands to his waist and pulling him closer. She'd never get enough of this for as long as she lived, she was certain of that.
Jack deepened the kiss and languidly grazed his hands down her face and her neck to trace the outline of the tank top above her breasts. She brought her legs behind his and hooked him even closer, holding him hostage.
She started to undo his tie but faltered for a second as his hands finally found her breasts, weighing the mounds in his palms. She recovered and pulled the tie over his head and made quick work of the buttons on his shirt, trying not to rip it off. He'd already lost a few shirts that way.
She tried to remove the jacket and shirt but he pushed her hands down and instead leaned forward to kiss her neck, inhaling deeply. He moved his way over her collarbone and down, using his hand to pull the tank top away to expose her perfect breast. He worked the other breast with his hand as he suckled the nipple, biting and laving the perfect peak.
Kate's head fell back as he worked and before he got any further he picked her up bride-style and carried her up the stairs, the squeal of delight the only sound she made before she started kissing his neck.
When he got to their bedroom he put her down and she made quick work of the shirt and the jacket, both pieces falling to a heap on the floor. She ran her hands over his smooth chest, down his abs and over the front of his very hard erection. She smirked and back away towards the bed as Jack spastically kicked off his shoes and pulled off his socks
Kate stood waiting near the bed and when Jack returned to her, he freed her from the tank top, lifted her up and threw her on the mattress, following suit quickly onto the bed. His hands grabbed both of her breasts and squeezed as his mouth nipped and kissed its way down her stomach. He grabbed the hem of her pants and pulled them off her legs.
"Oh, God," Kate heard him say after she was left only in her underwear.
She looked down and saw him staring reverently at the barely-there orange lace panties she was wearing and made a mental note to buy the same pair in every color.
Jack was so turned on by the sight of her through the lace undergarment that he almost forgot what he was doing. He moved closer to her center and was bowled over by the scent of her sex, which he could tell was dripping wet. He ran a finger over her and then replaced it with his mouth, which rewarded him a high-pitched sigh.
He worked at her through the underwear until she was writhing and pleading with him to stop. He sat back and watched as Kate unbuckled his belt and yanked down his pants and boxer briefs. She took his length in her hand and rubbed gently before replacing it with her mouth. Jack was sure he would die right there. He wasn't sure how much longer he could hold out if she kept doing what she was doing in those orange panties that were driving him nuts.
She took all of him in her mouth, and Jack gulped down on a scream, afraid he'd wake the baby and ruin all this fun. She bobbed up and down, her lips and tongue working their magic when, finally, he pulled her up to him and pushed her back down on the bed, kissing her softly.
He slowly pulled the lace away from her body, inch by agonizing inch until she was fully naked and squirming in anticipation. Jack sidled up her body and hitched her knee up to his waist as he thrust into her easily. She grabbed his face and kissed him for a moment, slowing down the insanity to appreciate where they were and how amazing it felt to feel this close to one another. As she gazed into his eyes, she knew that she wouldn't have it any other way.
Seeing her dreamy look, he pulled back and kissed both of her eyelids before moving out and back in with a steady rhythm. She arched back, letting out a deep, satisfying moan. He reveled in the fact that he knew exactly how to satisfy her needs.
She brought her other leg up and crossed her ankles over his ass, forcing him in deeper. It was all the reassurance he needed to quicken the pace, and soon she was whispering his name over and over again.
She came hard once, but he wasn't finished. Before she could come down from her high, he brought his hand down to her clit and started rubbing in tight circles, deliberately in tandem with his thrusts.
Kate's whimpering increasingly grew urgent, and he himself knew he wasn't going to last much longer.
"I need you to come for me again, Kate," he whispered as he pressed on her harder. She looked into his eyes, and what he saw there finally did him in. As the first ripples of his orgasm ripped through him, Kate came again, shaking uncontrollably.
He collapsed onto her and rode out the blissful wave until he could finally see again. He kissed her softly and fell back onto the bed, chest heaving. She scooted closer to him and threw her leg over his torso, smiling like a Cheshire cat.
Weaving his fingers through hers, they exchanged a short, but tender good night kiss as they both drifted off to sleep for the night, sated and happy.
THE NEXT MORNING
Kate frowned as the alarm clock went off, interrupting her fitful sleep. She didn't want to get up; nestled snugly next to Jack's naked chest, she wished that she could just call in sick and play with him all day.
She slipped out from under his arm and rolled over to her side of the bed and turned off the alarm clock, then pushed off the warm covers to grab her bathrobe from a nearby chair. She started to pick up all of the clothes from the floor and put them into the hamper, pausing now and then to remember the night before. As she threw Jack's shirt into the hamper, she caught a whiff of his scent, a mixture of his aftershave and his natural odor, and fought the urge to jump back into bed with him.
Sighing, she looked around to make sure she got everything and saw her orange lace panties strewn haphazardly on the night stand. She chuckled to herself and grabbed it. But, before she got to the hamper, she turned around to glance at Jack's sleeping form on the bed, looking peaceful and boyish. Smiling, she mischievously dropped the panties onto the floor, blew him a kiss and walked into the bathroom to take a shower.
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