Kate stood in the doorway, watching Aaron. She wiped a tear as she thought about how much better Aaron would have been if Claire were here. Kate had grown up surrounded by violence, instability and poverty. When she left the island, she swore she'd never let Aaron suffer the way she did. She and Jack had failed to give Aaron stability despite their best efforts to co-parent. And since the magazine article, Kate had done nothing but yo-yo with her feelings.

She had been jealous since the magazine article and his connection with Jade only made it worse. Kate had tried to make him jealous by saying she had a date but her plan had backfired. She had to watch helplessly as Jack dated someone right in front of her; she listened helplessly as they discussed Aaron as if she'd be meeting him. Her blood boiled until she had to have him; she had to mark her territory. Her plan backfired and she felt like a hypocrite before Jack had even finished. She'd rushed out but couldn't stop feeling guilty. She felt bad for Jack for ever starting this game. She felt bad for Harris for leading him on by going out with him. She even felt terrible for despising Jade for things that she had no control over.

A knock at the door made her jump but Aaron didn't even stir. She closed his door all but a crack before going downstairs.

"Jack? What—" her words were interrupted by his lips crashing into hers. He bit her lower lip, demanding entry. When she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back he grabbed her so her legs wrapped around his waist and carried her into the house, kicking her door shut. He threw her on the couch and shimmied her shorts off.

"Jack," she gasped, falling back against the couch as he invaded her. His mouth sucked her clit with more intensity than he'd ever had. His tongue ran up and down her intimacy, getting every drop of her. She grabbed at his hair, moaning uncontrollably. There was a sense of urgency in the way his mouth moved on her that drove her over the edge and sent her into heaven within a matter of minutes. He scooped her up, carrying her up the stairs. "What are you doing," she panted breathlessly.

"Do you want me to stop?" He asked without looking at her.

"No."

That was all the encouragement he needed. He laid her down on the bed and hovered over her. She lifted her head to meet his lips in a hungry kiss as her hands grabbed his shirt, pulling him towards her. He let his member slowly push through her slit and rub against her clit. She let her nails dig across his back, knowing she was leaving marks and bit his shoulder to quiet her moans. When he felt the familiar signs of her orgasm he slammed into her. She tightened around him harder with each thrust and before he filled her up he felt her have another orgasm.

They spent the night dozing off only to go another round before falling asleep again. As the sun began to rise, they laid side by side, her legs parted enough for him to fit. They stared at each other as they made love, neither needing words to express how they felt.

After, Kate fell asleep with her head on Jack's bare chest. He woke up before her and slowly switched his body for a pillow. Even on the island, Kate only managed about 4 hours of sleep a night so he couldn't bare to wake her. He also knew that if his mother watched Aaron, he'd have the entire day with Kate. His loins twitched at the flood of fantasies. But more than that, he wanted to talk to Kate.

He needed to talk to Kate.