Irina caught the gun as it was tossed, startled. She looked at him quickly with suspicion. Was this yet another lie? Would Jack only have one weapon?

Pointing the gun at him she said clearly, "Take off the robe. Keep your hands where I can see them." Jack complied in silence, and kicked it to one side. "Now the rest," she said, waving at his shirt and pants. Cocking an eyebrow at her, Jack complied again, stripping down to his boxers. "Turn around slowly, hands out." Jack turned around, blood dripping slowly from his wounded arm. He had no other weapons.

"Well?" he prompted. God, she looked magnificent, eyes flashing, ready to tear him to pieces.

Relief flooded Irina. He had been telling the truth. She hadn't gotten a clear look at the face of the man in Marseilles - she'd just assumed it had been Jack. And now she was holding a gun on him in a tent in the Sahara while he wore nothing but boxer shorts. The absurdity of the situation hit her, and her eyes began to dance. She could recover later. She was not one to waste an opportunity.

"Take those off as well," she said, waving her pistol at his boxers.

Jack raised both his eyebrows. He had followed the shift in emotions on her face, and accurately discerned her intention. "Afraid I've got a gun in there?" he said suggestively.

"Hard to tell from here," she said with mock severity.

He shrugged. "Person with the gun calls the shots." Slowly he stripped off his shorts. It was *not* a gun, Irina could see, which had been causing that bulge.

She paused, admiringly, then waved the gun again. "Now, kiss me," she commanded.

Grinning, Jack put his hands behind his back and gently brushed her lips.

"What was that?" she complained. "Is that the best you can do?"

"I'll do *exactly* what you tell me to," said Jack, smirking. "After all, you have the gun."

"Kiss me with your tongue," she tried.

Jack stuck his tongue out and licked her lips, then grinned again at Irina's expression of frustration. "You'll need to do better than that," he teased.

"Fine," she snapped, and hurled the pistol at him. "You have the gun."

Jack caught it easily. "Hmm, let's see. First," he said consideringly, "I need to make sure you're not hiding any more knives."

"What," asked Irina innocently, "do you want me to do? *Exactly*?"

The game continued for some time, until they both thought of something better to do.