A/N: Christmas present has become Christmas past and the New Year is well underway so I thought it was high-time for an update but there is a WARNING with this one. It is a little more adult but no graphic descriptions or naughty words. After all, what did you expect them to do on their wedding night, play Scrabble? For anyone who prefers not to read, I suggest you jump towards the end of the chapter or you might miss something. I'll double break at the appropriate point so you'll know where to come in. Enjoy and please take a moment to review so I know you're still there!

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Wedding Night:

Taking one last look in the mirror, Sue left the bathroom and made her way across the bedroom floor, giving the oversized bed an anxious glance. It wasn't so much the unknown that was making her nervous, she trusted Jack implicitly, but it was more the fear that she'd disappoint him in some way and he'd realise too late the mistake he'd made in marrying her in the first place. Having made it to the doorway, she leaned against the frame to support herself and silently studied her new husband.

He was sitting on the very edge of one of the plush armchairs tucking his socks into his shoes. His brown hair was still damp from the quick shower he'd taken. The crisp white shirt he'd worn all day untucked and the cuffs, now free of the links that bound them together, hung loose partly obscuring his hands. He moved a little and she could see that the top three or four buttons were undone, revealing glimpses of his muscular chest and washboard stomach. Following the line of his dark-grey suit-pants, she smiled when she reached his bare feet.

Sensing he was being watched, Jack turned to look in her direction, drawing in a breath which was never exhaled. His body still as his eyes raked her from head-to-toe and back again, taking in the vision in white silk and lace that hugged each curve perfectly; the spaghetti straps drawing his attention back along the line of her shoulder and up to her face. She was nibbling on her bottom lip, her cheeks flushing under his scrutiny.

Jack smiled in understanding and got to his feet, pausing momentarily to gain his balance then surprising her by walking away. He crossed the room to what appeared to be some kind of control panel, tapping a few buttons before facing her again and holding out his arms.

Not sure of his intentions, she hesitated… One part of her wanting to run to him and throw herself into his open arms while the other, seemed determined to flee in the opposite direction.

"Dance with me?" He spoke and signed at the same time.

A wave of relief washed through her and she nodded, feeling a little more confident as a snatch of the conversation she'd had with Lucy a few days earlier replayed itself in her head. ~ It's like dancing. Let him lead and you'll soon pick up the steps. ~

She started towards him and he met her halfway, taking her into the traditional hold. They moved together to the music that only he could hear and he kept a slight distance between them so she could see his lips.

"Are you okay?" His smile was gentle and loving.

"Mmm hmm…"

"I'd never do anything to hurt you, Sue. Never…" He pulled her closer, his right hand sliding up her back, a shiver of desire shooting through him when his fingers made contact with her soft skin. Running the tips down her spine, he felt her clutching his shirt as her body responded and then let his hand return to the small of her back, just above her waist.

Blowing out a steadying breath he held her tightly for a few seconds then drew back again so that he could kiss her, his hands moving to rest either side of her face as he brushed his lips over her mouth in a long, lingering caress, opening his eyes and gazing into hers before bringing her close once more and enfolding her in his arms, sighing with longing when she reciprocated, her hands sliding up his back.

Her innocence was intoxicating, her perfume heady and their closeness was starting an ache inside him that was only going to be assuaged in one way. Allowing his body's needs to begin to take over, his hand slid down her back and lower, pressing her against him as he traced the line of her neck and shoulder with his mouth then repeated the journey with his tongue. His hand snaked up to remove the clip from her hair, fingers tangling in the silky tresses as they tumbled down and he captured her mouth again, kissing her passionately; his tongue slipping inside to find its partner and taking up the dance their feet had all-but forgotten.

Moving away to breathe, he rested his cheek against hers, moaning when he felt her hands slide under his shirt and start to stroke the sensitive skin of his back. Mimicking his actions, she kissed her way along his shoulder, nuzzling his neck and he groaned loudly when she found a sensitive spot that he'd had no idea he had until that moment.

Sensing by the way his arms tightened their hold that he liked what she'd done, she allowed herself a triumphant little smile while filing away the piece of newly-gained knowledge for future reference. Just knowing that she'd found a way to please him had given her confidence a boost and she shyly initiated the next kiss which grew more intense as it progressed.

Forced apart to take in much needed oxygen, Jack's eyes locked with hers, holding a question that was plain to read. She saw her name on his lips, the desire in his gaze and feeling as though she was drowning in their dark depths, she melted into him.

He kissed her again, his lips never leaving hers as he guided her backwards into the bedroom and leaned against the door to close it.

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Hours later, he lay in bed looking up at the ceiling with Sue snuggled against him, her left hand resting on his chest just over his heart; a heart that belonged to her completely. He was exhausted and yet sleep wouldn't come, so he spent the time going over the events of the day in his mind. It had been wonderful, everything he'd hoped and much more, but still there was a tinge of sadness inside him for the people he didn't recognise but who obviously knew him and then there was Sue herself… He just wished he could remember her from before, the times they'd shared… He would have willingly traded all of his other lost memories just to get those back. She moved against him and he tightened his hold, smiling when he heard her sigh contentedly in her sleep.

Closing his eyes he tried to relax, his thoughts drifting back to the reception and the ridiculous Chicken Dance… Bobby, Myles and Tara demonstrating the moves and his dad…

In the other room the music was still playing softly, it was a song he'd heard that evening and he could imagine the guests dancing, the sounds of hushed voices and flash guns… This was one memory he knew he'd never be able to lose… He had no clue how many times they'd been photographed either together or separately but he could still see spots before his eyes…

The memory drifted and the camera flashes became lights from torches. The guests and furniture had all disappeared and he was inside some kind of derelict building wearing protective gear and holding an assault rifle as he scanned the interior. Voices of others around him were talking in whispers, although he had no idea who they were. And then he was alone, making his way in the direction of a red flashing light that blinked rhythmically. His breathing sped up as he recognised it for what it was and he was running towards someone, trying to warn them but they didn't seem to be able to hear him. He shoulder-charged them, knocking them out of the way and was trying to get up when there was a deafening roar and his world exploded in a ball of light throwing him across the ground.

His eyes snapped open and he sat bolt upright, temporarily oblivious to the woman beside him, his heart pounding and as he tried to adjust his position, his left leg throbbed in protest and the muscles tensed. He was suddenly aware of a hand on his shoulder and a soft voice repeating his name over and over. He turned to look at her, her face white and eyes as wide as saucers.

"Jack, Jack what is it? What's wrong?"

Unable to speak he gathered her into his arms and held her, the contact having an immediate soothing effect. "It's okay… I'm okay… It was just a dream…"

"You scared me."

"I'm sorry, sweetheart." He kissed the top of her head but when he tried to turn and comfort her, his leg seized completely, the pain bringing tears to his eyes C-R-A-M-P.

"Why didn't you say?" Still shy about showing her body, she reached down the side of the bed and retrieved her discarded nightgown, slipping it over her head before moving across to straddle him. "Left leg or right?"

"I forget." He joked, enjoying the view he was being treated to.

"Jack…"

Oh Lord, she sounded like his Mom again. "Left..."

Bending his leg at the knee she placed the heel on her palm, flexing his toes. "Better?"

"A little…"

She massaged his calf and up his thigh and when she looked up she noticed a look in his eye which she recognised from many a nightmare. "It was a bad dream, wasn't it?"

He closed his eyes and nodded. "Although I'm not really sure it was a dream."

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"Not now. Do you know if there's any notepaper anywhere? I'd like to write it down."

"I'll go and see." She started to get up but he held her arm

"I can go."

"No, you rest your leg. You're sure all the exercise hasn't strained it?" She coloured at the look on his face. "I meant the dancing!"

He had the urge to tease her further but the worry on her face stopped him. "I think it's just the injection wearing off, that's all."

"What injection?".

"Aaron gave me something to get me through the day. It's nothing to concern yourself about sweetheart, truly."

She looked at him doubtfully.

"Pen and paper"

"O-K" Clambering off him, she disappeared into the lounge area, returning with some headed writing paper and a biro. After handing it to him, she carried on to the bathroom and came back with a glass of water and a couple of painkillers.

"Thank you."

She slipped under the covers again and he caressed the side of her face with the back of his hand. "I'm really okay, I promise."

Studying his face she decided that he was telling the truth. "You need to sleep."

"I will, soon, but right now there's something I need more."

"What's that?"

"You," sliding his hand behind her head he guided her face to his.

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The next time she opened her eyes it was past 10am and seeing he was still asleep, she slipped quietly out of bed and gathered up his notes, taking them into the other room to read so that she could find out what had upset him. When she finished, she took her BlackBerry from her purse to call Bobby.

"Sue? I certainly didn't expect to hear from you today."

"Jack remembered something last night."

"Glad to hear it. Your wedding night would have been pretty disappointing otherwise."

Her cheeks burned and she sighed in exasperation. She really seemed to be taking the 'Blushing Bride' concept to the extreme. "Not that!"

"Aww, sorry darlin'..."

"Would you please be serious for a minute?"

"Anything for you…" The tone of her voice sobered him.

"Do you remember the scene in the warehouse on the day of the explosion?"

"Not something I'm likely to forget."

"Sorry. Was anyone else hurt apart from Jack?"

"Not that I can recall… Oh, wait a sec… The S.O.G guy who found him was a bit banged up, had bruising to his chest and arm. Said he was hit by a piece of flying debris… although it must have been pretty big, to cause that sort of damage."

"I don't think it was debris."

"Why?"

She quickly filled him in on Jack's dream.

"That lying mongrel, you wait till I get my hands on him. Letting Sparky take the fall for his mistake, is he okay?"

"I think so."

"Good. I'll let you know what I find out."

"Thanks but make sure you text me, don't call."

"Wouldn't dream of it darlin'. Never know what I might be interrupting."

Breaking the contact, she called the reception desk on the number they'd given her and ordered a very late breakfast for 11:30 before returning to Jack's side, snuggling up against his back and closing her eyes.

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