Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters. All rights go to the actors, writers and creators of the show "When Calls The Heart".

Note: RATED M - STEAM AND MATURE THEMES.

If you don't want to read it, skip to the next chapter. As per my last warning, I hope it's not too offensive. I had to give their making up justice ;) This spans about five days, so Ch 53 will pick up where this leaves off.

(5/8/2018)


CHAPTER 52

Jack sighed. This was not the reunion he had been hopeful for after four days apart. He stood there defeated. He loved this woman with everything he had but she was so stubborn, it drove him crazy.

When Jack had finally ridden back into town, all he wanted was to feel his wife's bare skin in his hands, her lips on his and no space between them. Thinking she would be at Abigail's, he had to wipe the image from his mind and fast.

Jack had entered the café on the night after Christmas to find it practically deserted. It had been a long hard ride due to the weather and he collapsed into a chair.

"Jack! You're back!"

"Hi Abigail. How was your Christmas?"

"Quiet. I have barely seen a soul in days. The storm hit us pretty hard."

"Where's Izzy?"

Jack noticed a flicker of realisation cross Abigail's face.

"At home, I would presume."

"What? She's not here" Jack said surprised. He had been gone for three nights. He knew she wouldn't have stayed here the whole time when she was so reluctant in the first place.

"No."

"How long did she stay here for?"

Abigail cocked her head at him.

"Jack, Izzy has been at home the whole time. She never stayed here."

"When was the last time you saw her then?"

"The day you left."

Jack stood up so quick and raced back out the door, jumped onto Sergeant and took off up the road towards the farm without even bidding Abigail goodbye.

All Jack could think about was what Charles could have done to her in three whole days!

It had taken him a while in the snow, but finally he had made into the barn and found his way to the front porch in the dark.

Now after racing into his home to find Elizabeth standing there, perfectly well, in her sheer nightgown he felt like a fool. She had been fine. She looked more than fine. But he had been so anxious about her, all his words came tumbling out with an angry tone and then she had stormed off.

This was not what their first Christmas was supposed to be like. Separated and arguing.

Jack pulled his boots and socks off and hung his red serge jacket by the door.

He followed Elizabeth into their bedroom. She was standing there in front of the fireplace, the orange glow reflecting off her nightgown. She must have seen him come in out of the corner of her eye.

"You missed our first Christmas together" she said quietly, barely above a whisper.

"I know. I'm sorry."

Jack slowly moved up behind her, his hands reaching out and running softly down her arms. He noticed Elizabeth shiver. He slid his hands down to rest above her hips as he felt the soft skin underneath her gown. He sighed in relief.

"Let me make it up to you" he whispered into her ear.

Jack pulled off his suspenders and pants and yanked his shirt and undershirt quickly over his head, before his lips went back to her neck to the spot he knew she liked.

His hands slowly guided the nightgown up and over her head.

His hands made their way back to her hips. He squeezed her, turning her closely into him. She relaxed letting him take a hold of her and they were pressed together, chest to thigh. One hand sat firmly on her back, and as he kissed her deeply, his other hand roamed her chest, his fingers running gently over her skin, teasing her.

Elizabeth whimpered into his mouth and he felt her knees going weak. He held onto her as he lay her down on the bare floor in front of the fire. Her legs immediately lay open for him and he moved between them, hovering over her, his mouth running across her body, kissing her fast and desperately.

Jack had been dreaming about doing this for four days and three nights. It was way too long and he wanted her badly, but he had to slow down otherwise he wasn't going to make it.

Jack held himself up by one hand as he leant down trailing slow deliberate kisses across her chest. Elizabeth bucked underneath him, her hands pulling at his hips and he had nowhere else to go. They both let out a sigh of relief as they came together and Jack watched as a smile of delight covered her face. He couldn't help but smile back.

He leant down, as he began to move slowly. "I missed you" he whispered.

"Show me how much" she exhaled slowly with a cheeky grin.

He kissed her hard, his tongue driving into her mouth possessively. His tongue was searching for hers and she matched his pressure, driving him wild with desire.

Jack didn't hold anything back this time. Three days without her had driven him crazy. Elizabeth was screaming out, nails digging into his back, but he couldn't hear anything but the throbbing in his ears as he showed her exactly what she meant to him. She screamed his name at the same time that he cried out before he collapsed onto her.

They lay there panting and sweating profusely in front of the fire. Elizabeth's hair was sticking to the side of her face, big drops of perspiration rolling across her neck. Her hands were twisting in the hair at the base of his neck, slowly circling. He could feel sweat trickling across his back and could almost feel his hair singe from how close they were to the fire. Their bodies were stuck together. Separating felt like their skin would be torn off.

"I guess you missed me a lot" she panted.

"Are you okay?" Jack breathed.

"Yeah."

"Sorry. Something just took over."

"Don't be sorry" she said, her hand firmly on the base of his neck, pulling his lips back down to hers. She kissed him slowly, telling him that it was all okay.

He carefully rolled off her away from the fireplace, his hand automatically draping over her waist.

"I'm sorry" he said as he kissed her cheek again.

"I'm sorry too" she said turning her face toward him. "I love you. Merry Christmas, Jack."

"I love you too. Merry Christmas."


In the early hours of the morning, Elizabeth felt Jack pick her up and carry her back to bed. She felt cold but he curled up tightly behind her. His hand rested over her stomach but she took it in her own hands and moved it higher so that it sat across her rib cage. She drifted off to sleep again.

Elizabeth had been exhausted. The last three days of nightmares had taken their toll. At some point, while she was half asleep Elizabeth remembered feeling aroused and moving her leg so that it draped over Jack's thigh. She vaguely woke when he slid into her, his hand pulling tight on her thigh. She felt the tightness building up inside her again but was not conscious enough to figure out what was happening. She forced herself back onto him desperately trying to release the pressure. She found it and sighed before drifting back to sleep in a happy haze.


Jack woke in the morning on his chest and Elizabeth was on her back nearby, their legs entwined. Jack immediately remembered his dream. That was the most amazing dream ever. I want more of those. He paused for a moment. That didn't really happen surely. He would have known. I haven't slept properly for three nights but I would have woken up if that happened.

"Jack?"

He looked across to see Elizabeth awake.

"Yeah?"

"What happened last night?" she lay still.

"I have no idea."

"How many times did we …?"

"Wasn't it just once?"

"No."

"I thought it was just a dream."

"No. I was half asleep, but it wasn't a dream."

Jack lay there still, not wanting to move.

"Izzy, I wanted to ask you something from the other day."

"Yeah."

"You said you didn't want to have a baby for a while."

"Yeah." Elizabeth was wondering when they would talk about this. It was a topic conveniently avoided. Elizabeth was only 22 years old. She felt too young to have a child straight away, but she knew Jack would jump at the chance.

"How do we prevent that?" he asked.

"Abstinence on certain days."

"Okay. From when?"

"From tomorrow."

"Just for one day?" Jack asked innocently.

"No. For just over a week."

"A whole week?" he looked across at her in horror. She was laying beside him, watching his reaction.

"Uh huh."

"I don't think so."

"What?" Elizabeth said, surprised.

"I can't survive without that for a whole week. I barely survived three days."

"Well we will have to try" Elizabeth said chuckling.


The following day Jack went back to work. Elizabeth walked into town around lunchtime. She had to see if Jack and Joey's gifts ended up coming into the mercantile. Katie had found the packages behind the counter. They had arrived moments before the storm started.

Elizabeth headed to Abigail's next.

"Izzy! Are you okay?" Abigail rushed toward her, wrapping her in a big hug.

Elizabeth accepted the hug in surprise.

"Of course, I am. Why?"

"Jack raced out of here the other night like he was on fire. He thought Charles came after you when I hadn't seen you in four days!"

Elizabeth had forgotten about that.

"I'm fine. Just snowed in."

"Thank goodness. Come on. Let's sit down."

Once Elizabeth and Abigail both had cups of coffee and a blueberry scone in front of each of them, Elizabeth proceeded to fill Abigail in.

"He was so angry, Abigail."

"I could have figured that out. That man loves you so much. He was just so worried. You should have seen him."

"I know."

"Did it all work out in the end?" Abigail asked with a small smile.

"Oh, yes" Elizabeth said grinning.


That night, Jack came home from work stressed from a busy day. He had practically daydreamed about Elizabeth all day and when he got home she was hovering over the stove looking stunningly beautiful. Jack walked in and stared at her before she realised he was even there.

"Hi Jack" she said, still stirring the pot.

He came over to her, kissing her neck as she stirred the dinner.

"Jack" she laughed.

"I need you."

"I'm right here. What's wrong?"

"Not like that" he said in a deep voice.

She understood what he was implying.

"We can't Jack." She pulled away from him and left him standing there in despair. He grumbled and left the room.


After dinner, Elizabeth went and picked up a package from the table.

"This was your Christmas present. Unfortunately, it is a bit meaningless now because Joey has already left."

Jack opened the box and pulled out a leather baseball glove and ball.

"I bought one for Joey too but …" she trailed off.

"Thanks Izzy" he said leaning in to kiss her. "It's a nice glove. I'm sure I can find one of the kids to try it out with."

Jack went to his jacket hanging by the door and pulled out a small box.

"Merry Christmas, Izzy."

Elizabeth opened the small box and inside found a beautiful set of pearl earrings.

"Oh Jack. They're stunning. How did you …"

"I bought them in Hamilton before we left. Do you like them?"

"Yes" she said, smiling broadly, before she leant over and gave him a quick kiss.

"That's all I get?"

"Yes."

"Come on" he said pleading.

She smiled as she leant back in and kissed him a bit longer. Just as he thought they were going somewhere, she pulled back.

"That's it. Let's go to sleep."

Jack groaned but followed her to bed.


The next day, Jack came home from work to find Elizabeth sitting at her desk doing the lesson plans for school for when they returned the following week. She stood to greet him as she wrapped her hands around him.

"I want you" he whispered in her ear.

"Seriously?" she said, sounding almost annoyed.

"Seriously."

"Six more days Jack."

He groaned and walked away.

The day after, Elizabeth was bending over making their bed. Jack stood at the door way watching her.

"I'm dying, Izzy."

She glanced up. "You are not dying" she said rolling her eyes.

"Yes, I am" he said with certainty.

Elizabeth just shook her head with a laugh. She thinks I'm joking around. She is truly killing me.

As they got into bed that night, he ran his hand across her flat stomach.

"Would it be really so bad, Izzy?"

"So bad about what?"

"Having a baby together?"

Elizabeth turned to him. "You think that's what this is about? That I don't want to?"

"Yeah."

"No, Jack" she said, pushing up onto her elbow and looking straight into his eyes. "I just don't think I'm ready to be a mother yet."

"You will have nine months, Iz."

"Yes, I know but I didn't exactly have the best role models."

"You are great with kids. Why would you be concerned?"

"I don't know. I just need more time. Once we start with one, more would likely follow."

"So you do want a few?"

"Yes. How ever many you want."

"Really?" he said raising his eyebrow at her.

"Yeah, so long as you don't go overboard" she said giggling.

Well at least that was something.

"Things happen in life, Iz. I could be assigned somewhere away from you or we might have problems having children. Are you prepared to take that chance waiting?"

"Jack …" she said, her eyes growing concerned. He didn't want to hear her answer.

"If it happened by accident though? Would you be upset?"

She smiled back at him. "No of course not."

She kissed him before laying back down.


Jack was sitting at his desk in the jail. He was distracted. His mind was on one thing.

Shane walked in the door.

"Jack, how's it going?"

"Fine. Quiet." Jack said as he stood up.

"That's good. Look I wanted to ask you something."

"Sure. What's up?"

"I was going to propose to Faith" Shane said nervously.

"Congratulations" Jack said grinning.

"She hasn't said yes yet."

"No, but she will."

Shane couldn't help but smile back.

"I needed someone's help though and I was wondering …"

"Of course. Whatever I can do."

"Great." Shane proceeded to detail his plan to Jack and give Jack his instructions.

"Thanks Jack. How is married life treating you anyway?"

"It's … fine" he said slowly.

"That does not sound fine" Shane said with a chuckle.

"I'm just … frustrated" Jack said struggling to find the right words.

"That bad, huh?"

"You have no idea."

Shane laughed at him.

"Looks like you should just take care of it then" he laughed loudly as he began to leave the jail. "Thanks Jack. Don't tell Izzy either. They are best friends after all."

"Lips are sealed. Bye Shane."

Jack sat there for a moment longer, Shane's words echoing in his head. Just take care of it. He jumped up from his desk and ran out of the jail.


Elizabeth was standing cutting vegetables on the kitchen table. She had just finished a glass of wine and was contemplating how she was going to cook the meat.

Her mind kept drifting back to Jack and that night after Christmas. She never thought she could wake up feeling so satisfied but the last few mornings in comparison had been driving her crazy. Honestly, it's amazing I haven't chopped my fingers off.

As she continued cutting the vegetables, she heard quick feet on the stairs and the door flung open and slammed shut again. As she turned around, Jack was already in front of her.

"Is anyone here?" he said puffing.

"No …"

Then he was lifting up her skirts and pushing her underwear down. She automatically held her skirts up around her waist trying to work out what was happening, the wine making her brain slower to react.

He kissed her hard and lifted her with one arm while he pushed the chopping board straight off the kitchen table with the other. It crashed to the floor as he set her down on top.

He pulled her underwear over her shoes and he was laying her down. He fumbled with his pants and pushed her legs apart before stopping as he hovered over her.

"Say no, Izzy. Tell me you don't want to."

Elizabeth didn't say anything but stared up at him and so he took her right there on the kitchen table. It was hurried and urgent but her body responded immediately, her legs wrapping tightly around him and they writhed together as one.

"Jack" she groaned afterward.

"I couldn't wait."

He didn't apologise as he held her in his arms.

Secretly, she couldn't wait much longer either and they still had another four days left.


The next morning Elizabeth woke up feeling reminiscent of the night after Christmas Day. She had dreamt of Jack making love to her. A lot. She was achy and sore in all the right places but couldn't really remember what happened. Everything was cloudy but she felt so content.

She glanced under the blanket. Her nightgown was nowhere to be seen. She tried to move but then became aware of their naked limbs entwined and felt him resting close to her. She tried to pull away but his arm drew her closer to him.

"Jack?"

"Yeah" he said sleepily.

"What happened last night?"

"We had a really nice dinner of wine, bread and cheese because the rest was on the floor. You don't remember?"

"No … more wine?" that explained the cloudy feeling. "What happened after that?"

"You asked me to make love to you."

"You're kidding?" she said surprised. How do I not remember that?

"Nope."

She groaned again. "You didn't just think to say no?"

"No. You were begging me. There was no way I was saying no."

"Begging you?"

"Uh huh. Almost whining" he said with a grin.

She looked over at him and he had scratches all over his chest and neck.

"How many times?"

"I don't know. I lost count. You were quite demanding" he smirked.

She groaned. "You are proud of yourself, aren't you? I'm not drinking that wine ever again."

"You did finish almost half a bottle."

Half a bottle. She never drank that much!

Elizabeth shook her head. "I guess this month is out the window."

"Good." Jack rolled onto her and covered her in kisses. "We need to try one of those positions again. You really enjoyed yourself" he said grinning cheekily.

Elizabeth gave in to his adorable smile.