CHAPTER TWO

"So, where are we going?" Martha asked as she and Jack walked hand in hand towards Jack's car.

"Alf told me about this small secluded beach that's about half and hour from here," Jack started. "He said you've been there a couple times before," he continued.

"Yes, it's beautiful there. Very quiet; not many people know about it. And we hope to keep it that way," Martha said, smiling up at Jack.

Jack laughed. "Well, I won't tell anyone," he said, leaning down and giving her a soft kiss on the lips.

"Come on, let's go," Martha said, giving Jack a playful slap on the bum and running off to his car before he could catch her.


"Those sandwiches were delicious," Jack said to Martha after they had finished lunch. "You are definitely a keeper," he teased her.

Martha laughed. "I have a confession to make," she said.

Jack looked at her curiously. "What is it?" he asked.

"I didn't make the sandwiches." She paused. "Leah did. I went and got them from the diner this morning," Martha confessed.

"You little cheat," Jack said, pointing a finger at her. "And here I was thinking that you were trying to impress me with you sandwich making skills," he continued with a laugh.

Martha pouted and moved herself until she was sitting in Jack's lap.

"I'm sorry baby," she started and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "But you know my specialty is sweet things," she said.

"I like sweet things," Jack murmured as he pressed his lips to Martha's neck and started sucking on her pulse point.

"Good. Because I made Raspberry Chocolate chip muffins. Our favourite," Martha said. "So let's have one," she suggested, trying to pull away from Jacks' grasp.

"Not right now," Jack said, pulling her back into his arms.

Martha looked up at Jack. "Why not? Don't you like my muffins?" she asked, sounding a little offended.

"I love the taste of your muffins, but I love the taste of you more," Jack replied, before moving his mouth over Martha's neck again.

Martha smiled. "I love the taste of you too," she said, pushing Jack onto his back and giving him a satisfying kiss.

Martha then quickly jumped up. "Come on. Let's go for a swim," she urged. "And if you want, we can fool around for a while in the water," she flirted.

At the mention of 'Fooling around', Jack was standing up quick smart. Martha laughed at him; she knew exactly how to control him.

Jack pulled his shirt off and ran down to the water. "Come on," he beckoned.

"I have to get changed," Martha called out.

"You know, sometimes, when people fool around, they don't wear clothes," Jack hinted.

"Jack," Martha scolded. "I am not getting naked".

"Just kidding," Jack laughed.

"Ha Ha, very funny," she huffed, before walking off to get changed in the car.


"Stop it," Martha said, trying to sound serious. But she couldn't contain the laughter any longer. She burst out into a fit of giggles.

"Jack, I swear to god, if you don't stop tickling me, you'll regret it," she threatened.

Jack pulled Martha down onto the wet sand. He laid her onto her back and leant over her; pinning her to the ground.

"Oh, I'm so scared," he laughed, while tickling her belly.

"You should be," Martha told him, trying to push his hands away. "You know what happens when you piss me off," she continued.

Jack automatically stopped what he was doing. That was true. Jack knew very well what happened when he pissed her off. She wouldn't let him kiss her, or even touch her. Then she would torment him so much that by the end of the day, he'd be begging.

"I'm sorry," he smiled down at her.

"I knew you would say that," she laughed.

Martha wrapped her arms around his neck; pulling his face closer to her own for a passionate kiss. Her hands ran down his back and Jack slid his hands up and down her waist, to her legs. Martha could feel chills down her spine at the feeling of his hands touching and caressing her skin. She let out a small moan and pulled him into a deeper embrace.

Realising things were getting a little too out of hand, Martha pulled away from him.

"What's wrong?" Jack asked.

"Newsflash, this is a public area," she replied.

"So what. That hasn't stopped us before," he said, wiggling his eyebrows at her.

Martha knew what he was talking about. Just over two months ago, she and Jack had gone for a walk up to the cliffs. When they had gotten there, they found that they couldn't keep their hands of each other, and couldn't wait until they got home. Martha had spent nearly the whole act freaking out. She thought somebody was going to come along and catch them. But once they had finished, she'd admitted that it gave her a bit of a thrill.

"No," she stated simply. There was no way she was doing it on this beach. Her grandad had fond memories of this beach and she didn't want to add a Martha and Jack rendezvous to that list.

"Come on, it might be fun," Jack tried to persuade her.

"You are so bad," she laughed at him.

"You love it," he smiled at her.

Martha stood up. "Come on, let's go pack our stuff up and go home," she started. "Then when we get home, we can have a nice hot shower together and spend as much time as you want in your room alone. Okay," she reasoned with him.

He gave her a smile; the trademark Jack Holden smile that she loved so much.