Florence dropped Jack home, their wet clothes clinging to their bodies. The sight of it drove Jack wild as every inch on Florence was molded to her shape. Breathless and hungry, they kissed goodnight, before Jack climbed out and ran inside leaving wet footsteps along the Shack's veranda.
For the first time in a long time, Jack slept soundly.
The next day, everyone sat in the station working at their desks. Jack had completed most of his tasks and was waiting on e-mail replies and test results, and Florence was writing up a report on the latest running case they'd solved. Dwayne and JP rehashed last night's details of their time at Catherine's enthusiastically between themselves. Jack looked up to see Florence making eyes at him from across the room. His eyes flashed to Dwayne and JP, making sure they were still enthralled in conversation, which thankfully they were, and looked back to Florence. She looked over at him through her lashes, and just as he was returning her stare, his phone pinged.
As he looked over, he noticed Florence's name on the screen. He looked at her again, raising his eyebrows slightly. She did the same in return. Jack picked up his phone and opened the text.
Florence:
Coffee tonight?
After Jack read it, he looked over to Florence who was typing again. Sure enough, as he looked down at his screen, the familiar three dots were there. Jack silenced his ringer so that it wouldn't look suspicious to Dwayne and JP.
Florence:
I can't stop thinking about last night.
Jack smiled and began to type.
Jack:
Me too.
Florence's phone didn't ping. She had thought ahead. The thought excited Jack.
Jack:
I want to kiss you again.
Florence typed back.
Florence:
What else?
Jack looked up at Florence, his eyes full of warning and hers full of danger. She was biting down on her thumbnail looking coy. Jack inhaled and composed himself, feeling the heat rise on the back of his neck. He began to type.
Jack:
If I told you, it would ruin tonight.
Checkmate, he thought. Just as he suspected, he looked up to see Florence's cheeks grow rosy. She looked up at him and gave a wink. Jack crossed his legs, in desperate attempts to divert the blood flow elsewhere.
Florence:
I'll pick you up at midnight.
Jack looked at the clock. 13 and a half hours he had to go before midnight tonight. Florence watched him and did the same calculations, looking at the clock, then back at him.
Jack:
I don't think I can wait that long.