Warning: Major smut and some foul language ahead, consider yourself warned!
A/N: Thanks so much to everyone who reviewed last chapter, I'm so glad that you enjoyed it!
So here goes the first 'fantasy' one, I don't really know if I'm pleased with it or not, because what I had initially intended was a bit darker, but then again this story was supposed to be lighter and uplifting… So tell me what you think, and if I didn't overdo the cheese factor.
I saw the latest promo… Folks, I'm crying, like, really crying! Not to reveal too much for those of you who want to stay unspoiled, it's just SO obvious that Jack is SO in love with Kate! God, I want to hug him and tell him he deserves better…
OK, back to work on the third promised chapter of this one, before I lose all incentive to do so… Yeah, I feel, like it's the last, agonic convulsions of my Jate smut, sadly.
'Deadlock', however, will be continued, because S3 still fits the theory I have about the show and jex isn't going to happen there anytime soon, so I have no problems writing on.
I also have an idea for an angsty Jacket fic, so watch this space.
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"It's a deep dark night, and I'm walking down a secluded alley. Suddenly, I see a silhouette in the shadows, a silhouette of a tall, strong man. I know him, but I'm not sure how. I know that he won't hurt me. It's like we had a tryst set up, but at the same time it's completely coincidental, and like I'm seeing him for the first time in my life.
"- I stop, and he walks up to me. He pulls me close to him, so close that I can hardly catch my breath, and I can feel his on my ear, when he whispers that he's going to fuck me now, that he wants me and can't wait any longer-"
Kate shivered and put the book down. Her heart leapt in anticipation as she glanced to the horizon. The sun was sinking into the ocean line and she'd be in his arms soon.
After they made love on the beach for the first time, Kate could barely keep her hands off of him. They both couldn't, really. It hadn't occurred to them to discuss, if their new found love and closeness should be kept secret from the rest of survivors or had they wanted to be open about it, so the walk back in the early hours of dawn, after a virtually sleepless night, when they had had each other time and time again, had turned out to be awkward, no holding hands and no kissing. She had been then so scared that he might have had been having second thoughts, and learned later on that his heart had been thumping with the exact same fear, as they'd avoided each other's eyes and he had mumbled something about seeing her later, when he had walked her to her tent.
But then their eyes had met, and she had realized, the awkwardness had been nothing, and that they were for real, and she had smiled her most genuine smile, as he had squeezed her hand and walked on, for his daily round on the beach. She'd have seen him later, she would.
It had quickly become obvious that day for both that they wouldn't be able to keep up a façade of indifference. Eyes always drifting after the other, dozens of excuses to come up to each other, and so close, their bodies brushing, the backs of their hands touching, fingers seeking for the other's furtively to entwine with them even if just for a brief moment, faces turned to the other completely, fully.
She could have told that people had been eyeing them suspiciously, not knowing if what they had been seeing had been what they thought it had been.
There hadn't been flirting anymore, no, it had been replaced by open desire, the one, only lovers would express so blatantly, even if all they would do, was looking at each other.
At one point, Kate had even had snarky Sawyer approaching her with a cocky remark about getting her book back, and with a bonus attached, but she had just ignored him and smiled, recalling last night and how good it had felt to be in Jack's arms, to have him inside her, how he had whispered her name over and over when coming within her.
So she had smiled dreamily, taking Sawyer completely aback, as she had spotted Jack's silhouette moving around the camp, and the cheeky Southerner could have only watched her being drawn to the doctor as if by a giant magnet, as she had left their talk suspended to wander off, as she had placed one hand on Jack's shoulder and he had turned around, and her arm had flung to grasp his neck and to pull his head down, so she could say something into his ear that Sawyer had had no chance to catch, and then he had watched them smiling at each other and kissing. Really, properly kissing, with a passion that had left no doubts about their level of acquaintance.
It was merely a few days ago, and Kate was still basking in the memory of their lovemaking on the beach. In so many more memories of other times. How he had come to her tent that night and they had been trying hard to keep as quiet as possible, but she had moaned his name particularly loud once, and Sawyer had looked so hilariously disgusted the next morning, trying to mock her about it.
How they had been sneaking into the jungle during the days, impatient, unable to wait until the night would fall, eager to have one another again. And again. It had been quick most of the times, rushed, heated. And she would be glowing for the rest of the afternoon, her cheeks flushed and her eyes glazed. Waiting for the night, waiting for more.
It had been typical though, how they had never stopped the argument about where to live. She had been stubbornly persisting on staying on the beach, asking him to move to her tent. And he would have stuck to the caves, insisting that she'd have gone there too. So they had done neither, and alternated between both locations for the night.
And tonight was going to be different yet. Jack had purposefully put them on a hatch duty together and told her to meet him there after the sunset.
Kate glanced to the book on her lap. The book that brought them together. Whatever lucky star had watched over her, Kate thanked it now with her whole heart for Sawyer walking in on her reading, for him being mean enough to arrange a reading session, for Jack overhearing the chapter about the consultation fantasy…
That fantasy. Kate closed her eyes briefly and sighed. It had been one of her favourites, she could have almost felt his hands on her when reading; she had actually learned it by heart and her mind had formed a detailed picture of the room, of him, of everything he'd do to her. She could have almost smelled him, as he'd be kissing her deep, taking her hard.
She found the chapter.
"- he moves his nimble surgeon's fingers up my thighs and I run my fingers through his hair; it's such a soft, luxurious texture. He finds my centre and whispers to me how hot and wet I am, and I know I am, because I can't wait for his cock in me, but now he rubs his fingers along my folds, and seeks for sensitive spots there, and he's so deft, and I moan against his neck when he flickers my clit, and I tell him to please take me now, as I move my hand past his waistband to find his throbbing length and I know he wants it bad as he bucks into my fist-"
Kate felt herself growing wet allowing the words to sink in her head, she had always had.
Only now it was such a vivid image, when she knew exactly how his hands touched her, how his lips felt on her own, what were the sounds of passion and desire that he made.
She had told him about that fantasy and he laughed sincerely, it was good to see him laugh, she had observed.
He had said, the closest they could get to it, would be a quickie in the infirmary cave, if she had wanted, and she couldn't have been more excited, when after she'd turned up there for a real reason, to ask about a scratch on her arm, and he had assured her, it was nothing serious, applied peroxide and looked her up and down hungrily and then had just grabbed her to push against a wall, and tell her exactly what she had been imagining, that he couldn't wait, that he needed to, had to… And she had been breathing him in, in quick shallow intakes, as her head had been spinning rested on his shoulder, and he had been fucking her senseless, going as deep as he had never gone before, and she had come the hardest ever.
But that was the only fantasy she had told him so far, not really sure how to bring up the others, the bolder ones. There was hardly any time, though, since they'd be entangled in each other before she could blink, the second they would find themselves alone together.
Yet, she was curious about his desires, his fantasies, and she was looking forward to finding out, by revealing some of hers.
Sexual fantasies are meant to be telling a lot about a person, she thought.
What would do it for him?
He'd always struggled so hard to have everything under control, she observed, although when they made love, he would happily let her set the rhythm and pace that would suit her best, but that was a form of control too, he only did it to ensure her satisfaction. She had never really seen him loosing it completely; he had never put his pleasure before her own.
Sighing, Kate wished she could for once make it all about him, to give without taking anything back.
That was going to be one of the fantasies, she'd tell him about.
It was growing dusky now. Kate pulled herself up from the sand and still clutching her book, walked towards the hatch. Her head light, her skin tingling with the knowledge, she would soon be with him, she would touch him and taste him and tell him again how he was the world for her.
Moving swiftly past the groups of people on the beach, past the wild bushes of the jungle, she finally found herself entering the hatch dim corridor.
"Jack?" she called for him. Silence. Could he have not been here? "Anybody here?"
No sound, except for the low buzzing of the ventilation system and the computer fan.
Feeling a tinge of uneasiness, she started moving forwards, when suddenly a strong arm wrapped around her from behind and pulled her to an equally strong, sturdy chest.
She gasped in shocked surprise, but recognized the scent of him and relaxed slightly, trying to turn over.
"Don't turn around," his voice was husky and low as he spoke into her hair, holding her firmly.
"What are you doing, Jack?" she whispered breathlessly, suddenly tense and aroused and yes, a tiny little bit scared, although she knew there was no way he would hurt her, he would never. But that slight tickle of fear excited her even more.
"Don't move," he ordered, releasing her from his arms and the next thing she felt was a scrap of black fabric going over her eyes, as he secured it at the back of her head. He swept the mass of her hair to one side and planted a sensual openmouthed kiss on her neck.
"I'm taking you to your secret garden," he whispered, "If you want it."
Kate felt her knees go weak and her nostrils flare in an attempt to drag more air in.
"How did you know, Jack?" her voice barely audible.
"You turned the corners over," he said, taking the book from her hand and dropping it to the floor.
He was standing right behind her, so close that she could almost hear his heartbeat, she felt his warmth caressing her bare arms, but he wasn't touching her, waiting for her decision.
"Do you want it, Kate?"
If there was ever anyone she could trust to do it right, it had to be him.
She nodded faintly and heard a sharp intake of breath.
His hands came to rest on her on her forearms then and he pulled them back surely, trapping them with one hand easily and bringing the other up to rest on her hip.
"I need you to know, that if you want to stop… whenever you want to stop… just tell me, just say…" he trailed off. "Say, 'Pacific', OK?," he spoke affectionately and Kate nodded again.
She found herself speechless with arousal that washed over her at the realization of his actions. He was going to give her her fantasy, he was going to join her in it, to make it their fantasy. He was going to make her scream, she knew it.
With complete trust, she let him take both of her hands and lead her into the bedroom, while he was following her, one step behind, holding her arms at her sides.
He stopped her by the bed.
Kate shivered, waiting for him to touch her, to undress her, but he didn't.
"Take off your clothes," he said from a distance.
Oh, he knew how to play that, she thought.
Imagining him to watch her every move eagerly, she set an unhurried rate of removing her clothing, slowly, if not sensually.
Starting with her shoes, she sat down on the bed, and took them off, along with her socks. Than she stood up again, facing the doorway in which she knew he was looking at her from.
Slowly, she unbuttoned her khakis and pulled the zipper down, wriggling herself out of the garment and stopping still for a second again, giving him time to drink her in.
Kate's heart was pounding now, feeling his presence, feeling the cool air on her bare thighs and anxious for his touch which she knew would follow soon.
Taking a deep breath, she pulled her top over her head, careful to leave the blindfold in place. She could probably open her eyes underneath it to see some light, some outlines, but she chose not to.
Reaching behind, she unclasped her bra, and slid it down her arms, exposing her breasts with their already hardened nipples and she heard him suck on air.
She bit back a ghost of a smile and shifted her weight to one leg, waiting.
"All of it," his hoarse voice ordered. "Take it all off."
Breathing quick, Kate slowly pulled her panties down. As they brushed her legs, she could feel her own moisture soaked through the thin fabric. She wondered if he could already tell; he probably did, now well acquainted with her reactions to his mere touch, to the tone of his voice, to a dreamy thought about him.
As soon as she threw her last piece of clothing to the floor, he was by her side, again, not touching her, but close enough for his warmth to tickle her body like sunshine. She gasped, feeling his breath caress her earlobe when he bent his head to whisper lustfully.
"I'm going to make you scream, you know that."
He caught her wrists again in a powerful grip behind her back, and pressed his body lightly to hers.
"Jack…"
He pressed tighter then, holding her by her butt, bringing it up to meet him, and she felt his obvious arousal digging into her lower belly, as he breathed out into the crook of her neck, brushing his lips ever so slightly over her skin.
"You'll beg me to stop and then not to stop, and I'll do neither."
"Oh Jack…," she was literally dizzy now, her mind shut down, and her senses on massive overdrive, as each word seemed aimed straight at her core, as if he was already thrusting inside her with them.
Pushing her back, he guided her to the bunk bed.
"Lay down," he said nudging her downwards with his nose on her temple and his knee on her inner thigh.
She climbed to the bed backwards and he followed right behind, resting on top of her and pinning her arms above her head.
The feeling of his clothed body rubbing against her naked one gave her goose bumps and Kate arched herself instinctively to him, trying to wrap her legs around his waist, but he stopped her with his free hand and one leg, pinning her whole into the mattress.
"Don't move," he warned. "Or I'll back up."
Him stopping now, when she was panting with anticipation-! That could never be and she obeyed by keeping still when she felt a pair of handcuffs being clasped over her wrists and around the head post.
Where did he get the handcuffs? She wanted to ask, but chose to remain silent.
Next, she felt his shirt rubbing deliciously over her bare nipples, and his hot breath followed as he stopped his movement downwards on purpose, hovering over her breasts for a second, teasing her, making her shut her eyes tighter beneath the blindfold and moan slightly.
She arched up, but he withdrew, and all she was left now with was the cool of the dry hatch air.
Kate gasped upon feeling his hands landing on her thighs and parting them, as he moved to kneel in between her legs. He would now see and smell her desire for him, she thought.
And so he must have, because Kate jerked up and tugged on her handcuffs when his nose came to nuzzle her pubic hair softly, and she felt him blowing warmth onto her sensitive flesh.
"You want me," he stated.
"Jack, please…" she wriggled beneath his grip, not sure what she was pleading for.
"I said, don't move," he shifted further down her body, and she felt her left ankle being wrapped in some coarse texture… a rope… and then drawn further apart and to the corner of the bed, as he tied the rope around the post and secured it with a knot.
Kate's heard was thumping in her chest furiously, when Jack repeated the action with her right leg.
She was locked up at his mercy now, completely dependant upon him, helpless and deprived of any traces of control, and yet she knew, the situation was really all in her hands, that he would only do what she wanted and stop if she told him to.
It was his gift to her.
Kate squirmed, feeling his palms traveling up her legs lazily, up onto her hips, where they stopped to brace him, when his legs came from in between her to rest on either side of her, and then he placed his hands by the sides of her head, she could feel the mattress giving way there.
Hovering above her, he was careful not to touch her much and despite her desperate wriggling, all she felt was light brushings of his clothed limbs against her sides. As if he knew exactly how to unveil the most profound depths of her desire, how to make her tremble with her need, with her want for him.
Then she felt his lips on her collarbone, sweeping lightly, his tongue barely darting out in a fickle caress.
The simple contact made her moan and pull on her restraints reflexively, hungry for his touch.
"You're beautiful when you're whining like this," he murmured against her neck, sending joggles of desire down her spine.
Kate felt her whole body humming, tingling, tuned into reception of everything he was doing to her, of everything he was going to do. Deprived of the sight of him, her remaining senses went into absolute focus on the textures he was bringing to her skin, from the pliable softness of his lips to the bristle of his stubble, to the asperity of his diligent, weary fingertips, to the forceful firmness of his denim-clad thighs, squeezing her hips in an effort to hold her still.
His smell intoxicated her, and she found herself inhaling deeply, as a whimper escaped her; he smelled like damp bark, like the heavy rain, like a bonfire. And something else, something so essentially him; life itself, she decided. He was the promise of life.
God, she could come now, just from him blowing tiny butterfly kisses across her chest, but avoiding her breasts, with only his thumbs brushing their undersides in the lightest possible manner, just from feeling of his sweet weight pressing her pelvis into the bed, as he straddled her, with his deep voice whispering to her.
"I wish you knew how it feels to touch you, Kate," he brought one arm down, to brush against her stomach and hipbone.
"Your skin… is the softest, I've ever touched."
She whimpered again, feeling his mouth moving to the valley between her breasts, marking the route with the tip of his tongue.
"Jack, please…"
"What is that you want, Kate?"
"Please…"
"Tell me what you want."
She squirmed in frustration, barely able to form coherent thoughts.
"I want-, oh…" she was cut off with his tongue swirling around her navel. "you to touch -"
"Where?"
"My breasts…" she breathed out.
"Like this?" he whispered hoarsely, bringing his fingertip to draw languid circles around the swell of her flesh.
"More…"
"Like this?" he moved the circles closer to her nipple, just barely touching it, and Kate couldn't help but arch into him instinctively.
"Jack, please, more, I need more…!"
"More of what?" Oh, he was torturing her sweetly, knowing well that this was what she had dreamt about.
"Your mouth, Jack, I need your mouth…!"
She felt his coarse cheek moving up along her ribcage, scraping her deliciously, as her body was raising and falling in jagged breath. And then his warm lips pressed to the side of her breast gently, his hand flying to hold her hip from bucking up.
"Please…" she let out a sobbing breath, "I want more, I need more…!"
"Maybe you'll get it and maybe you won't," he teased in dangerously low voice, withdrawing and only just lapping his tongue once, briefly, at the last second, over her painfully tight nipple. Kate cried out his name.
She heard herself pleading now, in an incoherent blur of thought, craving his touch, yearning for him to satisfy the aching in between her legs, deep within her.
And yet he didn't comply, but moved away, to kneel at her feet again.
"Jack…, please -!" she moaned, frustrated. "This is not…, this is not how it was supposed to be…!"
"No?" he grazed his fingers lightly over her ankles and calves while she continued to tug on her bonds. "And how was it supposed to be?"
"- I want to feel you… to touch you…!" she whispered. "Untie me!"
"No." he replied, and she felt him crawling up, and onto her, until his fully clothed body covered hers, until his hips settled in between hers, until his firm chest was squishing her softer breasts and his arms reached up to her handcuffed hands.
Every sound that she would want to utter got stuck down her throat from the sudden invasion of pure pleasure, when he ground his hardness up against her center and she heard him just beneath her ear.
"I think I know very well, how it's supposed to be."
And his fingers were massaging her inner wrists now, beneath the clasps, tracing lazy patterns down her arms, while his lips continued mapping out the column of her neck, in hot, damp trails, and his groin continued rubbing against hers slowly, but determinedly, knowingly.
Kate was literally burning inside, her insides on the primal fire that he was the source of and the salvage from, both at once.
His body atop hers felt like it was melting her down, fusing her with his heat, his lips leaving each scrap of her skin that they connected with in a newly found awe, in a freshly awaken consciousness of own existence, as if his touch was reinventing her now.
But it wasn't enough, it was all too scarce, she needed all of him…!
"Jack, please…! I need you…!"
With a low grunt from the back of his throat, Jack's fingers danced down over her armpits, tickling teasingly, and moving lower, to her sides, to her waist, to her stomach and then back again, one palm landing just above her breast, the heel just barely brushing her nipple.
Kate was a heap of shameless whimpers by now.
"…your mouth…Jack…!"
He did comply this time, and she felt his hot tongue drawing a full circle around the flushed oversensitive tissue, and then his lips closing over the bud in a delicate suckle.
It was almost enough to send her over the edge; the anticipation had revved up her body to a point where his simplest touch could ignite the spark of explosion.
That's what she thought, when his thumb came up to fondle her other nipple, as his mouth continued their tease on the first one, so infuriatingly slow, so light, where she needed him to suck hard, to pinch and squeeze firmly…!
She bucked her pelvis up invitingly, and was rewarded with one of his deft hands traveling south, to slide his index finger over her damp slit in an agonizingly slow manner. Her back arched on an instinct, and he pressed his whole palm flat over her mound, cupping her, applying the slightest massaging strokes, while she couldn't help but try to grind herself against it.
"Fuck, Jack, you have to… I want to…!"
"I know you do," he breathed out with a trace of a smirk, nuzzling her breast.
It felt so excruciatingly good to have him lying on top of her like this, grazing her chest with his stubble, straddling one of her legs and rubbing his hardened length into her inner thigh and then parting her dripping folds with two of his long fingers, to stroke her sensitive flesh lightly, to trace the hot curves and crooks there, to brush her throbbing clit –
"Oh my god, Jack…!" she cried out "How you do that…"
She panted out under her breath, and wriggled more, in vein but subconscious attempt to squeeze her thighs or to lock them around him, when he dipped a fingertip in her opening, only for a brief moment, to give her a foretaste of the joys to come.
Removing his fingers all too soon, eliciting a disappointed whimper out of her, he traced them up, over her lover abdomen, over her breasts in sloppy, wet circles, up her neck, until she registered a wet stamp being pressed to her lower lip.
"Taste yourself," he urged huskily, "Taste how wet you are for this… For me."
In a daze of lust, she flicked her tongue out to lick the salty moisture off; it was him, Jack, doing that to her, it was him opening the most secret nooks of her body, bringing out the deepest hidden desires.
She had never been more ready for him, and her insides twitched reflexively, when she felt him licking off the wet trail that his fingers had left.
"Jack, you have to take me now, Jack, do it…!"
"Maybe I will…" his voice muffled against her skin and his tongue lapping at it thoroughly, licking her clean, sniffing on her, his fingers dancing on top of her thighs –
"Untie me," she demanded forcefully.
God, she couldn't even see if that evoked any reaction, as he remained silent, mouth focused on her hipbone.
Suddenly, her hips were lifted and she felt a hot, smooth texture of his nimble tongue flattening out over her centre. And sudden wave of dizziness threatened to knock her out of reality, but she couldn't afford that, she desperately wanted to feel, to memorize every lick, every nib, every butterfly kiss that he was planting there in determined focus.
She found herself clutching the handcuffs' chain, for lack of anything else, digging her nails into own flesh, as he went on covering her folds thoroughly with the lightest possible kisses, barely there.
It was driving her crazy, the sensations emphasized by her temporary blindness, she panted and moaned and whimpered, begging him not to stop, to go harder, to go deeper, to take her, to fucking take her now!
When he had finally sucked on her clit, once, twice, darting his tongue over the swollen bud in a ghost of a lick, she cried out loud, his name the only word left in her brain, she was so close, all it would take was just another suckle-!
But he backed off, grazing her thighs, printing them with wet kisses.
Kate was breathing heavily, the game quickly slipping out of her hands; she had never imagined, the ache for him would be so real and her desperation so suffocating. The tears were stinging her eyes now and the struggle in her restraints would leave bruises on her wrists.
"Jack, uncuff me, please…!" she sobbed, suddenly unsure of herself "You have to uncuff me! Jack!"
"No," he said, crawling back up to kiss her jaw soothingly.
"I want to hold you…!"
"No," he repeated silently.
His hands clasped hers, though, and for a short while her heart fluttered with hope that he would free her, but he only rubbed her palms reassuringly.
"Stop tossing about or you'll hurt yourself," he whispered.
She stilled now, exhausted by her gnawing lust, concentrating on the delicious feeling of him, fully on top of her, giving in. He never stopped caring about her, she realized, it was one word and he'd untie her in a flash and hold her in his safe embrace until her trembling subsided.
"I need you…", she murmured earnestly instead.
He groaned, and she felt his erection swelling against her thigh, but the pressure of his body eased up, and now it was replaced by dry emptiness of air.
"Jack…?"
"I'm here," he assured her, and a swish of fabric followed, telling her that he was undressing now.
Another chill of lust run down her backbone while Kate's imagination offered the memory of his skin against hers.
"Hurry, Jack..." she pleaded.
With her eyes still tightly shut, Kate waited zealously for him to climb back on the bed and take her eventually, sating the desire, which she had whole turned into.
The mattress sunk under his strong form and Kate felt Jack easing himself above her, rubbing his now naked body over hers, his protruding member skimming over her slick centre, and she cried out, the inability to wrap herself around him only heightening the sensation.
"Oh god, Jack, I want you now…!"
"How do you want me…?" he whispered into her hair, brushing his lips over her earlobe.
He smelt so delicious, she noticed again, craning her neck to sniff on him. And his skin was so warm, his sturdy presence so reassuring, his strong muscles flexing on top of her so rawly masculine, like a beautiful wild's animal.
Tugging on her handcuffs and ties, she was suddenly bothered by the blindfold; she wanted to look at him, to see his sculpted body, to watch it's forcefulness being used for her pleasure.
"I want you hard, Jack. Hard, and fast, and deep within me…" she gasped out. "Take me, Jack, take me now, make me yours… please… Uncuff me now -"
"No."
He placed an open mouthed kiss on her shoulder and his fingers found their way to her centre again, fondling her lightly, parting her folds, and now her breath quickened yet, upon feeling his hard cock pressing onto her slit.
She shivered, but he did nothing except sliding it up and down her slick wetness, teasing her, stroking her clit with his tip and she just wished she could grab him and shove him in…!
"Please, uncuff me, Jack, I need to fucking touch you…!!" she whimpered, arching her back in a plea for more.
A gleam of bluish artificial light offending her eyes made her aware that the blindfold was gone and a pair of beautiful brown depths, dark with desire and bright with love was searching her face intently, seriously.
She leaned up to capture his parted lips with hers, but he dodged, and her kiss landed on his stubbly cheek, while his mouth continued its lazy track along her jaw line, his tongue dabbing tiny darts on her feverish skin.
She writhed beneath him and glanced down their bodies, she could see his tense muscles, and his normally steady hands shaking ever so slightly – Kate could tell he was having a hard time controlling himself and it gripped her insides in a fresh buzz of arousal.
"You want it too, Jack," she observed, her voice low and sensual. "You want me as bad as I want you…"
He shifted on top of her, grazing the sprinkle of hair on his chest against her flushed breasts and positioned himself at her entrance. Kate could feel him smiling against her neck, before he lifted his head to look her in the eyes.
"Of course I do - " his voice thick with desire.
And with that, he pushed inside her, agonizingly slow, and only just the tip of his thick throbbing member.
Deeper, he had to go deeper! She bucked up her hips in a carnal plea, with a sharp gasp.
He rocked against her, once, twice, the languid movement barely detectable, his shaft only teasing her, flirting with her entrance, moving in just by an agonizing inch and then sliding out, while he held her hips in place in a powerful grip of both hands.
"Oh, god. Oh, Jack. So good, so hard…-, please, harder, deeper…fuck!-" she panted breathlessly, tossing her head from side to side, pulling on the handcuffs, trying to reach his lips, but he had buried his face in her hair, resting in on his forehead, breathing heavily in concentration.
If she kept telling him how she needed him in, how she missed the fill up of his rock-hard cock, how she wanted him to come hard inside her, or in her mouth, she would sure be able to wreck the control –
"Uncuff me now, Jack, that's enough, take them away!" she cried out exasperatedly, when he continued his maddeningly slow pace of shallow thrusts, pressing her steadily into the mattress with all of his weight.
His lips sucked on her pulse point and Kate let out a desperate sob, because his grip on her hips never losened.
"Jack-" her voice was cracking "Please… Untie me… I need you, I need to… just… untie me…!"
"What do you need, Kate?" his words tickled her collarbone.
"Harder, Jack, faster…! Fucking do it…! I have to feel you… all the way…" she panted.
"Like this?" he grunted and pushed hard once, burying his length in her hot tunnel right up to the core.
Her head fell back, her mouth opened in a silent scream and her lungs filled with air abruptly at the unexpected pleasure of his deep penetration.
"Ja-ck.." she swallowed his name halfway.
Expecting him to surrender to his own desires, Kate's insides twitched involuntarily, her inner muscles clasping around his cock. This she was sure about, no one's ever fitted her better; Jack was stretching her just right, to the verge, one step off from which, the exquisite pleasure could have had easily became pain, but never did. They were perfect together.
"Kate…" he groaned at their full connection.
And yet he stood still, didn't move, his breathing ragged; she could tell it was taking all his willpower.
"Move, Jack…" she nuzzled his neck.
Kate's inner muscles contracted at the loss, when he pulled away finally, in what she imagined was a forecast of another powerful stroke, but he left her completely, releasing her hips, bracing himself on his arms.
"What are you doing, Jack?!" she exclaimed, eyes snapping open, suddenly full of uncontrollable tears. Where did this game go wrong? Kate's body betrayed her, breaking into tremble, when she watched him backing off from her, kneeling in between her legs –
"The game's over," he reassured her, his smart eyes warm and sparkling, born firmly into hers.
"Now I'm going to comply to your every wish, love" he promised, untying the ropes from her legs, bringing her weary ankles to his mouth, planting soothing, loving kisses onto the irritated skin.
A sigh of relief and desire escaped her lips, as she urged him back up with her feet, rubbing them over his muscular shoulders, rubbing her knees over his hips.
Kate couldn't help but lick her lips, watching his handsome face nearing hers, as he crawled back to his previous position, and this time her legs encircled his waist in a death grip.
Jack stopped for a brief second, and then she felt his dry lips, skimming off the fresh tears from her face and finally connecting with her hungry mouth, entwining his tongue with hers in a kiss so passionate, that she forgot to breathe.
"If you don't uncuff me now, Jack …!" she started forcefully after they broke apart reluctantly.
"I will," he chuckled lightly.
True to his words, the handcuffs were gone in a flash, and he was kissing the bruises now, so tenderly, so lovingly, that her heart swelled.
Unable to wait any longer, she grabbed his buttocks and urged him down, making her intentions clear, entwining her legs with his, grabbing the back of his neck for another fierce kiss, just as he pushed inside again, firmly, decidedly, claiming her again, just like he did so many times before, confirming his right of her, their right of each other, offering his own breath as she momentarily lost hers.
Her hands wanted to touch him everywhere at once, deprived for so long of the lush, dear textures. They kept wandering of their own volition, rediscovering the smoothness of his skin, the underlying flexibility of his muscles, the surprising pliancy of his hair, the coarseness of his strong jaw.
She couldn't decide where to place them, couldn't stop, and at the same time her legs tightened around him, silently begging him not to hold back, while her mouth followed, in jagged whispers of need.
This time, he obeyed, as promised, speeding up when she told him to, increasing the force of his thrusts, when she so wished, pressing her hips closer to him, when she pleaded for it in rushed moans, that she was close, so close, and please not to stop now, please, yes, just like that, please, follow her.
Her fingers gripped his shoulders instinctively, just as her inner muscles clenched around his cock in a sequence of powerful spasms, which - she could tell – were bringing him so much pleasure, and she cried out his name, arching up from the bed when her orgasm hit her and swept her like a shock wave, and she was coming and floating and drifting away, the only link to reality being him, his name, his presence, his love.
Limping underneath him briefly, Kate didn't have a chance to catch her breath, as he never stopped his thrusting, each movement bringing a new tide of ecstasy, as if she was never going to stop coming, her eyes clouding with tears, the pleasure becoming too much too take, and yet impossible to back away from, and if she died now, she'd never look back, Kate's intoxicated brain prompted, encircling her arms around his neck, as she sobbed into his shoulder, in soft spells of love and devotion.
Please, please, for me, come for me, her mind repeated what her spent dry mouth couldn't and she cupped his face with all her might, to look in his eyes, to look at his sweaty brow, to see him when he emptied himself within her.
Jack met her gaze and held it while pumping into her with full force, while groaning her name one last time as his cock swell and twitched and he poured the hot essence of his life into her.
Her arms flung to squeeze his tired shoulders tight, to soothe them, to urge him relax in her embrace, while their heartbeats slowly returned to normal.
"I love to see you come… It's the most beautiful thing ever…" she breathed out into his ear openly.
He stirred and raised his head from its comfortable nestle against her neck.
"And I love you," he told her with such honesty, that her eyes moistened again. "And you're the most beautiful thing ever."
The kiss was intended to answer him in kind, to let him now, what he meant to her, how he was her salvation, and redemption and redress. How he was her friend, her lover, her partner, her fulfillment and her freedom from fulfillments; her absolution, her future without negating the past. He was giving her everything without any obligations, and she was more than willing to share with him whatever he accepted.
"Thank you…" she whispered against his lips.
"No need to thank me for loving you..."
"Jack-" she interrupted, "You know how I love you," a kiss to the tip of his nose punctuated the confession. Kate noticed happily how his eyes lit up. "It's for this. For tonight…" she rubbed the nape of his neck affectionately.
"Thank you for trusting me," he answered and kissed her deeply once more.
He attempted to pull out from her, when she stopped him.
"No. Please. Stay for a little longer."
Without much hesitation, Jack nodded, and wrapped his arms around her loosely, bringing his head to rest against her shoulder. It felt so good, so safe, to be covered by his body like this…
"Jack?"
"Hm…?" his voice sleepy now, labored.
"You wanna tell me your fantasies?"
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Good god, why can't I make anything compact?! It's my petty little mind. Anyways, if you made it down to here, please do let me know if you liked it or not?... it wasn't probably kinky enough (also to still stay vaguely in character), but I'm kinda down with the freakin' promo and my heart is bleeding for Jack, so that's why the fluff crept in, I guess…
Ah, guys, don't feel sorry for Kate, she wanted it all along, plus she doesn't quite deserve pity these days (grr!).
There will be one more chapter to it, with Jack's fantasy, and after that… well, if the next epi turns out to be a nail to the Jate coffin, then I'll most probably lose incentive for developing own ideas (for a while, at least). However, I can still do yours, dear readers, if you have any preferences.