Florence's tongue gently swiped between Jack's lips, begging for entry. Jack opened his mouth, his breath hot, exciting Florence as she deepened the kiss, growing hungrier and more passionate for him. Her hand travelled up his chest, cupping the nape of his neck, pulling him into her and holding him there, showing her intent, and letting small moans of pleasure escape her mouth.

"I hope they don't wake up," Jack whispered, as he kissed down her jaw.

"Me too," Florence breathed, her hand coming to rest on his chest.

As they kissed each other with deep desire, Florence and Jack began to press themselves hungrily against each other, rocking their hips together. Their arms wound around each other, cradling one another, inching to be as one.

"How far do you want this to go?" he asked, nuzzling the tip of her nose with his.

"I want you," she told him. "All of you. I don't want to wait anymore."

"You've been waiting?"

"Yes."

"Good. So have I," breathed Jack.

Florence pulled Jack on top of her, hooking her legs around him and bringing him closer to her core. Jack panted, feeling the friction between them.

"Shh," Florence cooed with a smile. "We'll have to be quiet. They might hear us."

"It's a bit difficult when you're…" Jack trailed off as Florence rocked her hips once more. "Oh Christ," he gasped, his voice in hushed tones. The fabric of his trousers rubbed his cock as she ground her pelvis on him.

Florence kissed him again, their tongues doing battle as Jack started working his hips down on her, making her moan.

Thankfully, outside the rain came down harder, obscuring any sound that Florence or Jack could make. And a little way across the police station, Ruby, JP and Rosey still slept soundly.

Florence began to move her hips rhythmically, gyrating them and making Jack groan into her mouth.

"Do you like that?" she asked.

"Yes," Jack said, breathless. "Do you like it when I do it?" he asked, doing the same, rubbing his crotch on hers.

Florence gasped. "Yes!"

They went on like that, humping each other through their clothes, their breathes quickening. Florence arched her back, driving Jack wild as he pressed kisses to her cupped breasts, cradling the small of her back. Florence's hands traced down to Jack's bum, pulling him into her.

"Can I?" he asked, his fingers creeping over the cup of her bra.

"Yes," Florence said, lifting herself up so Jack could reach around and pinch her bra open. Jack brought it down from around her shoulders and discarded it on the floor next to them. His mouth immediately went to her breasts, taking them in his mouth, each in turn, and sucking on them, swirling his tongue over her nipples, making Florence gasp.

Jack's cock was rock hard in his trousers, almost painful as his erection strained against the fabric. He slowed his hips to a stop. "I can't carry on or I'll come," he told her. Florence's hand went to his crotch and he arched his hips into her palm, allowing her to feel how hard he was.

"Can I touch you?" he asked, and Florence nodded. He lay down next to her and slowly hovered his hand by the waistband of her shorts. He pushed his fingers past the fabric, past the tight restrictions of the clothing, and curled his fingers around to her slit. Slowly, he pressed the tip of his finger inside of her, feeling how wet she was. She was dripping.

He pulled his finger out again and circled her clit, unable to get a good angle thanks to the tightness of her shorts but she bucked her hips in response anyway. Jack curled her into his embrace, her back to his chest, placing kisses along her shoulder blades. Florence undid her top button and pushed the zip down, letting Jack's hands work freely.

With him behind her, she turned her face to his and caught his lips between hers, breathing heavily, whimpering with delight as he circled his fingers.

"We shouldn't be doing this," Jack said, to tease her. "We won't be able to concentrate at work tomorrow thinking about what we've done on the floor tonight."

"I'll think of nothing else."

"I'll be rock hard all day, remembering," Jack told her.

"Good," Florence said. "What we're doing is very, very naughty, Jack."

"I think it's forbidden, Florence."

Florence arched her back in delight as Jack flared his nostrils, working his hand harder. He bit down on his bottom lip, excited at the thought of teasing her.

"I want you now," she told him, pushing her shorts down her legs, and turning in Jack's arms to undo his trousers. Jack gave a sigh of relief as the fabric loosened, and he pushed his trousers down his thighs followed by his boxer shorts. Florence took his cock in her hand and began pumping, earning another satisfied groan as Jack's head fell back to the pillow.

"Oh my god," he moaned, as Florence kissed down his neck. She reached over for her bag near Jack's head and pulled out a condom, stopping to tear off the wrapper and pinched the tip, rolling it down Jack's shaft. Then, she turned in his embrace, away from him so that he could enter her from behind. She hooked her leg over his hip, her hand between her legs, ready to guide him inside her.

Jack positioned himself, his face over her shoulder, and slowly inched his cock forward. After a few gentle thrusts, Jack filled her up, gripping her hip and rocking back and forth. As the thunder rumbled overhead, Jack quickened his pace, allowing the sound of their skin to slick together in the disturbance. Florence grunted out a moan, rubbing her own clit.

"If they wake up now, they're going to see me fucking you," Jack said in Florence's ear.

"They're going to see how dirty we are," said Florence, turning her head again. Jack planted a kiss to her cheek as he continued pounding in and out of her. "How we just couldn't help ourselves."

Jack let his forehead drop to her shoulder, trying not to let her words overtake him.

"Jack, I'm going to come," she told him.

"I've still got a while left in me," he replied, but his words were ignored as Florence jerked next to him, her body rocking as her orgasm pulsed through her. The sight of her and the feel of her walls contracting around him was enough to push Jack over the edge, but he held on, wanting to make this experience, this moment with her, to last.

She flopped back onto his body, spent. Jack pulled out of her, his cock still rock hard. "Do you want to carry on?" he asked.

"Yes," she panted, readjusting herself. She opened her legs, snaking a leg around Jack's hip so that he was on top of her. Florence grabbed his hips and pulled him into her, kissing him hungrily, passionately, guiding him once more inside of her.

They broke apart, faces inches from the other, looking deeply into each other's eyes.

"You are so beautiful," Jack told her, cupping her face, as he began to move inside of her. Florence smiled coyly. "You're kind and you have a good heart," he went on. "You deserve the world," he whispered, kissing her again. "Let me give it to you."

"Yes," Florence whispered against his lips, arching her neck, her eyes almost rolling into the back of her head. "You make me see stars," she moaned.

He wanted to tell her he loved her. He wanted her to know just how much. But in the throes of passion didn't seem like the right place, Jack thought. It would cheapen it. It had to be right. It had to be perfect. But he would tell her, and she would know if it was the last thing he did. She would know what she meant to him.

Jack smiled and kissed down her neck, quickening his pace as every rumble of thunder passed overhead. As he worked his hips back and forth, he could feel his orgasm rising. He began to pant, driving long, smooth strokes into her that began to lose form as he urged for his release.

"I'm going to come," he told her, his voice strangled.

"Don't make a sound," she whispered, putting her hand over his mouth. His breath was hot and heavy against her palm, creating condensation on her already moist skin. He hammered harder, ready to explode, his eyes looking wider now his face was covered. His hips jagged as he exhaled a deep, throaty moan, against her hand, squinting his eyes closed as he shot his load inside her.

Florence smiled through her breathlessness, happy to have witnessed his moment of pleasure, and evidently dragged to her apex again as her brow creased. She jerked beneath him, the familiar feel of her contracting around him, squeezing his already sensitive cock. Jack jolted out a moan before he could stop himself, thankfully muffled by Florence's hand that was still on his mouth.

Jack took the back of her palm in his and pressed his lips to her hand lovingly, then her fingers, then down her wrist. He pulled himself out, taking the condom off his cock, tying a knot in it, and throwing it into the bin. Florence sat up to greet him as Jack cupped her face, kissing her ardently on the mouth.

"That was amazing," he told her, looking into her eyes again.

"We should do that again sometime," Florence replied, a cheeky grin on her face.

"How about somewhere we can be a bit louder?" Jack asked, cocking his eyebrow.

"I'd like that," she grinned. "We should put our clothes on."

Jack nodded and reached for his boxers, sitting down on the floor to pull them over his ankles, followed by his vest and trousers. Florence pulled on her underwear, shorts, and bra again. She rearranged the blanket and pillows again so that there was space for Jack to lay behind her. Jack watched her for a moment, then took his vest off again.

"What are you doing?" Florence asked, looking up at him from her place on the ground.

"I want to hold you, Florence," he whispered, laying down behind her, spooning her affectionately. "I want to feel you in my arms, hold you against my chest, feel your skin on mine," he breathed, as he kissed behind her ear. "Is that alright?"

"Yes," Florence smiled, turning her head so he could kiss her temple. "It sounds like heaven."