Irina
Irina cursed softly to herself. She had not anticipated this. Like Jack, she was good at keeping her emotions under control. Unlike Jack, she had seen this drug in action. They were both in for a rough ride.
She glanced at her watch. Still almost an hour until Sydney was likely to arrive.
Trying to steer them both to neutral waters, she said, "Jack, given that they are likely to interrogate you prior to the extraction, I don't want to give you too many details on what the plan is. Make sure you stay away from the walls." She fiddled with her hairclip again and extracted two small capsules. "We need to take this antidote now. Unfortunately, it won't be of any use against the serum, but it will be helpful later."
Jack looked away, then back again. He said slowly, "Irina, I owe you an apology. I'm not sure whether you're here to help me or to help Sydney, but if we don't manage to get out of this, I'm grateful." He looked faintly surprised at his words.
Irina looked at him quizzically. Was that the first nice thing he had said to her in three months?
Jack flushed. "I mean."
Irina crossed the cell quickly and put her fingers to his lips. "Jack, quit while you're ahead. Besides, you'll just insult me again if you tell me this plan isn't likely to work." She smiled to take the sting out of her words.
Jack was silent. He was looking at her fingers on his lips. She felt a small shiver of excitement race up her arm. She glanced at Jack and saw her reaction mirrored in his eyes.
She drew a deep breath and backed away. Their passion had always flared to a white heat in seconds - she struggled to stay calm.
Not now, she thought. Not this way.
Jack
Oh no, he thought. Not now. Not this way.
Jack cleared his throat. "Irina, if I say or do anything inappropriate over the next hour, I apologize." He seemed to be doing a lot of apologizing lately. He found to his dismay that he was starting to feel warm all over. He found it easier to not look directly at her.
"Jack, your hands and feet are bound. You hardly constitute a threat to my womanhood in your present state."
"Then you're not using your imagination. Come closer and say that again," he growled. Good God, was that him speaking? He flushed again. "Irina, I'm sorry," he said, holding onto the shreds of his self-control.
Irina gazed at him in silence, then smiled. He watched in horrified fascination as she tossed back her hair, crossed the cell, and straddled his lap, facing him. His breathing became labored.
"Oh? And what did you have in mind?" she purred.
Jack moaned. And in a moment of insight, through the haze of the drug, Jack knew. Knew that he no longer desired Laura. Their passion was a memory and his dreams of her would no longer trouble him. What he desired was the woman in front of him. Irina.
He told her exactly what he had in mind.
And reached out to pull her lips to his.
Fire ran through him, consuming them both. God, he had missed her. He pulled away with a shuddering breath, then looked questioningly in her eyes. Satisfied with what he saw, he hungrily rained kisses on her throat.
His hands reached for the buttons of her jacket, then froze in mid-air.
Irina cursed softly to herself. She had not anticipated this. Like Jack, she was good at keeping her emotions under control. Unlike Jack, she had seen this drug in action. They were both in for a rough ride.
She glanced at her watch. Still almost an hour until Sydney was likely to arrive.
Trying to steer them both to neutral waters, she said, "Jack, given that they are likely to interrogate you prior to the extraction, I don't want to give you too many details on what the plan is. Make sure you stay away from the walls." She fiddled with her hairclip again and extracted two small capsules. "We need to take this antidote now. Unfortunately, it won't be of any use against the serum, but it will be helpful later."
Jack looked away, then back again. He said slowly, "Irina, I owe you an apology. I'm not sure whether you're here to help me or to help Sydney, but if we don't manage to get out of this, I'm grateful." He looked faintly surprised at his words.
Irina looked at him quizzically. Was that the first nice thing he had said to her in three months?
Jack flushed. "I mean."
Irina crossed the cell quickly and put her fingers to his lips. "Jack, quit while you're ahead. Besides, you'll just insult me again if you tell me this plan isn't likely to work." She smiled to take the sting out of her words.
Jack was silent. He was looking at her fingers on his lips. She felt a small shiver of excitement race up her arm. She glanced at Jack and saw her reaction mirrored in his eyes.
She drew a deep breath and backed away. Their passion had always flared to a white heat in seconds - she struggled to stay calm.
Not now, she thought. Not this way.
Jack
Oh no, he thought. Not now. Not this way.
Jack cleared his throat. "Irina, if I say or do anything inappropriate over the next hour, I apologize." He seemed to be doing a lot of apologizing lately. He found to his dismay that he was starting to feel warm all over. He found it easier to not look directly at her.
"Jack, your hands and feet are bound. You hardly constitute a threat to my womanhood in your present state."
"Then you're not using your imagination. Come closer and say that again," he growled. Good God, was that him speaking? He flushed again. "Irina, I'm sorry," he said, holding onto the shreds of his self-control.
Irina gazed at him in silence, then smiled. He watched in horrified fascination as she tossed back her hair, crossed the cell, and straddled his lap, facing him. His breathing became labored.
"Oh? And what did you have in mind?" she purred.
Jack moaned. And in a moment of insight, through the haze of the drug, Jack knew. Knew that he no longer desired Laura. Their passion was a memory and his dreams of her would no longer trouble him. What he desired was the woman in front of him. Irina.
He told her exactly what he had in mind.
And reached out to pull her lips to his.
Fire ran through him, consuming them both. God, he had missed her. He pulled away with a shuddering breath, then looked questioningly in her eyes. Satisfied with what he saw, he hungrily rained kisses on her throat.
His hands reached for the buttons of her jacket, then froze in mid-air.