Title: Negligence
Author: Stepf
Rating: R, R, R, R! Not a real strong one, maybe a really harsh PG13. Id rather go high then low.
A/N: Ahh one chapter of just unseemliness. That's it.nothing more than that. So if you don't want to read the unseemly parts, skip this chapter and you wont miss much. As if you would. Next chapter its back to reality. *~*~*~*~*~ indicate flashback.
Thanks: To just everyone. You all rock hard. Maple Streeeeet. Everyone. You know who you are.
He opens his eyes briefly to find not what he expected, but harsh white light. Moving white light at that. It is making him nauseous. He is lying on his back, his chest hurts, why does his chest..oh. Now he remembers. Where is Sam? She is the last thing he remembers seeing. Her beautiful face, marred by fear. As he tries to say her name, the nurse's voice cuts into his thoughts, telling him he is going into surgery and he will be fine in a few hours. Finally the moving stops and he feels drowsy. His last thoughts are of her, the first time they met. When he shook her hand that day, he knew she would be something special to him. They had continued to work together for 3 years, 3 years of torturous light touching, of comments and looks, before finally taking the step a year ago that had been charted since that first meeting.
*~*~*~*~*~*~ He pulled the picture off the board with a smile on his face. This was a good one, they found her; an eight year old had gone missing from her school yard, could have ended badly, but it didn't. She had been kidnapped by a father who was tired of his ex-wife dictating his visitation. The father had turned himself in willingly, apologetically even. It was a good one. One where you could go home and not have nightmares.
Jack could hear her behind him, finishing up filing the paperwork he signed off on. Wiping the board clean of the black and red markings, he turned to her, emboldened by winning this time.
"Hey, let's get out of here."
She looked up at him, confused. "What?"
He was giddy almost, childlike, as he walked past her to the coat rack, pulling down her favorite leather hip-length coat. Holding the coat up in her direction, he spoke again.
"Let's get out of here. Celebrate a little. We don't get ones that end this easily all that frequently." He saw her hesitate and tried again, this time his voice a little lower. "Please, Sam."
She regarded him carefully before making a decision. Why not, what could it hurt? "Sure. Where are we off to?"
"You'll find out." He winked conspiratorially at her while holding up the coat as she slid her arms in.
He watched her drink the beer placed in front of her. Some import he hadn't heard of, the cherry colored liquid disappearing out of the glass as they talked easily about whatever came into their minds. Iit was almost too easy to talk to her. The words flowed so effortlessly as he told her about the case that almost made him quit, what made him want to be in the Missing Persons Unit, how he came to be in charge. She listened with quiet intensity, her brown eyes never leaving his, her attention undivided.
She looked beautiful that evening. Typical black pants with a stunning deep blue low cut blouse he hadn't seen before, and a small gold necklace close to her neck. He marveled at her natural beauty; simple, classic. not a lot of makeup, her hair pulled back professionally into a ponytail. and suddenly he was overcome with the urge to touch her. So he did. Carefully, almost imperceptibly, he placed his hand over hers on the table, not sure where he was going with this, mostly just gauging her reactions. When she didn't pull away but left her hand there, he made another small move, rubbing his thumb back and forth near her wrist. Still, her eyes never left his; they were boring into him now. The two of them were in their own world inside this bar. The rest of the planet didn't seem to exist to either of them.
He could feel his heart starting to race. Her touch was intoxicating, like nothing else. Her skin was as smooth as it looked -- soft, feminine. The touch may have been electric , but what he saw in her eyes that did him in, pushed him into overdrive. She looked at him like there was nowhere she wanted to be, like there was nothing else, like he was all she ever wanted.
Releasing her hand for one second, he reached into his coat pocket and drew out his wallet, leaving enough on the table to cover the beers and a healthy tip. Reading his mind, she had pulled on her coat and gathered her purse, standing as he did. He led her outside into the chilly New York spring air, one hand on the small of her back. Taking a left turn out of the bar, they walked slowly. Both of them aware of the destination, but wanting to enjoy the journey too. Besides they weren't teenagers anymore who needed to run home and rip each other clothes off, even if that was exactly what was on both of their minds.
Slowly they strolled down 5th Avenue, her hand eventually finding it way into his, her fingers slowly rubbing up and down against his. He looked at her and grinned at her mischievous expression. Her eyes seemed an impossible color of, almost ; the wanting in them would have been apparent to anyone close enough to see. Returning her earlier gesture, Jack continued the circular motion with his thumb that he had started in the bar.
Finally coming to the outside of his hotel, they stopped for a moment. This was it, THE line, the line that shouldn't be crossed for a myriad of reasons, none of which were voiced, or even thought of at that moment. Instead he stood with her outside the lobby doors. They now faced each other, the fingers on his free hand lightly touching her hair just above her right ear, smoothing back invisible stray hairs, feeling her tilt ever so slightly into his hand. Her eyes closed momentarily at the sensation.
"Sam."
"You know, you're the only person who calls me that." Her voice was low, telling.
"Yeah, I know."
With that, he gently pushed her through the large glass doors, beginning something that wouldn't end, even if they wanted it to. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
She can feel Danny's hand on her back- different then Jack's.it's firm, comforting, but not...loving- and she allows her mind to wander. She thinks back to their first meeting, when he first took her hand in his in a handshake. She felt the electricity even then. His eyes never left hers as they were introduced. She knew he felt it too; it was in his face, his body language. It continued like that until they acted upon their unspoken attraction almost a year ago.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* She watched as he pushed open the door to his room, allowing her through first. She took the moment to look around. He was at one of the nicer hotels in the city, with a spacious room , a small sitting area under the expansive window and a large king sized bed near her. Feeling his fingers on her neck, Sam shuttered slightly before shedding the coat and walking over the open window. His view was impressive; she could see almost all of the downtown. The room was illuminated only by the lights from the nearby office buildings and the clear moon.
"What a beautiful view."
"Yes, it is."
At his tone she turned around, he was standing almost right behind her. She watched as he closed the small gap between them, and was surprised when he turned her back to the window, his body pressed slightly against hers. The sensation was killing her, but she didn't let him know that. It was a game now, she could tell, to see who would break first.
She listened carefully as he pulled her into him slightly, one hand on her hip, the other pointing things out the window as he spoke. His warm breath landing on her exposed neck, each breath sent another shiver through her. It was.intoxicating, she felt drunk, almost lightheaded, but not from the one beer she'd consumed. It was him, his mere presence that made her feel like this, She might've just had to break, and then he gave her an opportunity by misidentifying a building.
Biting her lower lip, she turned her head to him, her lips impossibly close to his ear and whispered while moving his arm gently. "That's not the Cadillac Building.That is." She felt him react to her touch, licking his lips lightly. She couldn't take it anymore - the teasing had gone too far already. She had been waiting for this for a long time, and Samantha knew he had too. Taking two small steps, she placed herself in front of him, effectively trapping herself between Jack and the cool window. She could feel his body heat through her clothes, and the thrilling difference in temperature between the window and Jack himself.
They stayed like that for a moment, Jack's larger body easily covering hers, pinning her in place. She couldn't leave if she wanted to, not that she did. Staring up at him, Sam looked into his eyes.They claim the eyes are the window to the soul, and in Jack's case, that was true. She could look into them and see everything she needed. She could read him in a second, and had been able to do so for years. Finally he made the first move, placing one hand on the glass behind her, as the other reached up and traced a line on her collarbone, following a line up her long neck to her jaw. Suddenly Sam was acutely aware of the utter silence in the room, except for the pounding of her own heartbeat in her ears. When his hand made it up her face, and began tracing a line along her hairline, she couldn't restrain a small groan; there was something very erotic about it, though she didn't know why. His ministrations had initially rendered her motionless, unable to do much except relax into his touch and make small appreciative noises. At some point she had closed her eyes, but finally she opened them and glanced briefly at him before bringing her hands up and running them slowly along his broad chest -- she could feel the muscle definition. Sam allowed her nails to lightly graze along his chest over his shirt as she brought her hands back together. He had apparently lost his tie somewhere between the door and the window. She slowly unbuttoned his shirt, still not looking at his face. She knew if she did, they would be on the bed and this would be over much to fast for her liking.
After revealing his chest, Sam allowed one finger to trace his breastbone, following the line down to his navel and stopping, this time causing him to take in a quick breath. Enjoying doing this to him, she slowly ran her hands up his arms, placing her hands gently on his chest before pushing the offending shirt off him. The silence was again broken by a swishing sound, as his shirt fell into a puddle on the floor. Looking at his naked chest, Sam resisted tearing off the rest of his clothes- and hers for that matter; she wanted to take her time. No one had made her feel like this ever, and she wanted to stay here as long as possible.
Sam was only brought out of her thoughts by Jack again making contact with her skin, repeating the same movements on her that she had completed on him. Unbuttoning her shirt, allowing the tips of his fingers to graze along her skin as he went, causing her to arch slightly toward his touch. She was putty in his hands, her lightheadedness only increasing as he pulled the shirt off her body, exposing her to him.
Sam stopped when a cold sensation ran down her back. Initially she was confused as to the origin of the cold until it occurred to her that they were slowly undressing in front of an open window; her back was still pressed against it. Granted they were ten stories up, but she still didn't need to be exposing herself to anyone who had the good fortune to be able to see them at that moment. Finally she spoke the first words since they started this.
"Umm Jack, window."
She watched as confusion, then realization, and finally a small smile spread across his handsome features. Pulling her slightly away from the window, Jack moved to close the curtains, leaving a sliver open to allow a small amount of light into the room.
"Sorry," he whispered in her ear, and wrapped his long arms around her waist, pulling her into him. When their bare flesh met, both of them shivered slightly, although not from the chill in the room. She felt him lean into her, his lips lightly grazing the nape of her neck, sending chills down her spine and another groan escaped her lips. She was completely turned on, her whole body responded to him, tingling, and he hadn't even kissed her on the lips yet. Tilting her head to the side, she moaned louder as he took his cue and kissed up her neck, stopping as he got to her jaw and pulling away, causing her to whimper at the lack of contact. Finally giving in, she looked into his eyes and saw something that never in her 30 years had she ever seen from a man. Love, but not just that -- adoration, respect, worship even, nothing anyone else had ever given her. She could feel the heat rising in her. She couldn't take the foreplay much longer; it was killing her, but at the same time she didn't want it to stop. Running her hand through his dark hair, she brought herself to her full height, placing them almost face to face. Stroking some strands of his hair through her fingers, Sam let her hand linger on his cheek before allowing her thumb to run along his lips slowly, feeling them part ever so slightly under her touch.
She felt his hands drop to her hips; he never allowed them to leave her body. Moving her thumb out of the way, Sam tilted her head up and finally made contact with his lips. It was what she expected and so much more, like fire and ice colliding, a reaction that had no parallel in nature. What had started slow and easy quickly turned fast and furious. Once their lips made contact, any ideas she had about taking this slow were lost in a haze of want and need. Somehow they again found themselves pressed against the window, this time with the curtain obscuring their actions. He pressed into her harder then before and she could feel the heat, the desire from everywhere on his body. Their lips almost attacking each other, allowing each other access. After several breath taking, furious moments he pulled away from her, slowing the pace enough to remove her bra and thereby truly exposing her to him. Deciding enough was enough, Sam slowly removed her pants, leaving just her black lace underwear on. Giving him a mischievous grin, she went to work on his pants also, also leaving him in just his boxer briefs.
"God Sam." he whispered, a slight tremble noticeable in his voice as he looked her up and down before holding her face in his hands and kissing her slowly, tauntingly.
Pressing herself into him, she gave him just the forward motion he needed to pull her up, which allowed her to wrap her long legs around his middle, using the window to steady them. Once he had her secured around him, he pulled her away from the window, and she giggled slightly at the sensation of being lifted. Wrapping her arms around him, she went to work on his neck, alternately kissing and nibbling at the skin. She could tell it was driving him crazy; his body shuttered very so slightly as she did it.
Finally he stopped moving in front of the bed. She felt his hand slide up her damp back and pull slightly at her ponytail, releasing her hair from the holder and allowing it to flow freely over her back and his shoulders. Laying her down on the bed, Jack paused slightly looking at her.
"I won't break Jack." She smiled at him.
"I know," he said and leaned over her, careful not to put his full weight on her.
Smiling, she reached up and touched his face one more time as friends, prepared to cross over into whatever was next. She just knew in her heart that this wasn't a one time thing, that this was something that would continue for as long as they let it.
Jack had his hands roaming her body, slowly at first, but accelerating the pace as she responded to his touch with eagerness. It was incredible- indescribable- the feeling he gave her. Before she knew it, their remaining undergarments were lost to the mounting passion, and she had the feeling of an out-of-body experience. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
tbc.....
Author: Stepf
Rating: R, R, R, R! Not a real strong one, maybe a really harsh PG13. Id rather go high then low.
A/N: Ahh one chapter of just unseemliness. That's it.nothing more than that. So if you don't want to read the unseemly parts, skip this chapter and you wont miss much. As if you would. Next chapter its back to reality. *~*~*~*~*~ indicate flashback.
Thanks: To just everyone. You all rock hard. Maple Streeeeet. Everyone. You know who you are.
He opens his eyes briefly to find not what he expected, but harsh white light. Moving white light at that. It is making him nauseous. He is lying on his back, his chest hurts, why does his chest..oh. Now he remembers. Where is Sam? She is the last thing he remembers seeing. Her beautiful face, marred by fear. As he tries to say her name, the nurse's voice cuts into his thoughts, telling him he is going into surgery and he will be fine in a few hours. Finally the moving stops and he feels drowsy. His last thoughts are of her, the first time they met. When he shook her hand that day, he knew she would be something special to him. They had continued to work together for 3 years, 3 years of torturous light touching, of comments and looks, before finally taking the step a year ago that had been charted since that first meeting.
*~*~*~*~*~*~ He pulled the picture off the board with a smile on his face. This was a good one, they found her; an eight year old had gone missing from her school yard, could have ended badly, but it didn't. She had been kidnapped by a father who was tired of his ex-wife dictating his visitation. The father had turned himself in willingly, apologetically even. It was a good one. One where you could go home and not have nightmares.
Jack could hear her behind him, finishing up filing the paperwork he signed off on. Wiping the board clean of the black and red markings, he turned to her, emboldened by winning this time.
"Hey, let's get out of here."
She looked up at him, confused. "What?"
He was giddy almost, childlike, as he walked past her to the coat rack, pulling down her favorite leather hip-length coat. Holding the coat up in her direction, he spoke again.
"Let's get out of here. Celebrate a little. We don't get ones that end this easily all that frequently." He saw her hesitate and tried again, this time his voice a little lower. "Please, Sam."
She regarded him carefully before making a decision. Why not, what could it hurt? "Sure. Where are we off to?"
"You'll find out." He winked conspiratorially at her while holding up the coat as she slid her arms in.
He watched her drink the beer placed in front of her. Some import he hadn't heard of, the cherry colored liquid disappearing out of the glass as they talked easily about whatever came into their minds. Iit was almost too easy to talk to her. The words flowed so effortlessly as he told her about the case that almost made him quit, what made him want to be in the Missing Persons Unit, how he came to be in charge. She listened with quiet intensity, her brown eyes never leaving his, her attention undivided.
She looked beautiful that evening. Typical black pants with a stunning deep blue low cut blouse he hadn't seen before, and a small gold necklace close to her neck. He marveled at her natural beauty; simple, classic. not a lot of makeup, her hair pulled back professionally into a ponytail. and suddenly he was overcome with the urge to touch her. So he did. Carefully, almost imperceptibly, he placed his hand over hers on the table, not sure where he was going with this, mostly just gauging her reactions. When she didn't pull away but left her hand there, he made another small move, rubbing his thumb back and forth near her wrist. Still, her eyes never left his; they were boring into him now. The two of them were in their own world inside this bar. The rest of the planet didn't seem to exist to either of them.
He could feel his heart starting to race. Her touch was intoxicating, like nothing else. Her skin was as smooth as it looked -- soft, feminine. The touch may have been electric , but what he saw in her eyes that did him in, pushed him into overdrive. She looked at him like there was nowhere she wanted to be, like there was nothing else, like he was all she ever wanted.
Releasing her hand for one second, he reached into his coat pocket and drew out his wallet, leaving enough on the table to cover the beers and a healthy tip. Reading his mind, she had pulled on her coat and gathered her purse, standing as he did. He led her outside into the chilly New York spring air, one hand on the small of her back. Taking a left turn out of the bar, they walked slowly. Both of them aware of the destination, but wanting to enjoy the journey too. Besides they weren't teenagers anymore who needed to run home and rip each other clothes off, even if that was exactly what was on both of their minds.
Slowly they strolled down 5th Avenue, her hand eventually finding it way into his, her fingers slowly rubbing up and down against his. He looked at her and grinned at her mischievous expression. Her eyes seemed an impossible color of, almost ; the wanting in them would have been apparent to anyone close enough to see. Returning her earlier gesture, Jack continued the circular motion with his thumb that he had started in the bar.
Finally coming to the outside of his hotel, they stopped for a moment. This was it, THE line, the line that shouldn't be crossed for a myriad of reasons, none of which were voiced, or even thought of at that moment. Instead he stood with her outside the lobby doors. They now faced each other, the fingers on his free hand lightly touching her hair just above her right ear, smoothing back invisible stray hairs, feeling her tilt ever so slightly into his hand. Her eyes closed momentarily at the sensation.
"Sam."
"You know, you're the only person who calls me that." Her voice was low, telling.
"Yeah, I know."
With that, he gently pushed her through the large glass doors, beginning something that wouldn't end, even if they wanted it to. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
She can feel Danny's hand on her back- different then Jack's.it's firm, comforting, but not...loving- and she allows her mind to wander. She thinks back to their first meeting, when he first took her hand in his in a handshake. She felt the electricity even then. His eyes never left hers as they were introduced. She knew he felt it too; it was in his face, his body language. It continued like that until they acted upon their unspoken attraction almost a year ago.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* She watched as he pushed open the door to his room, allowing her through first. She took the moment to look around. He was at one of the nicer hotels in the city, with a spacious room , a small sitting area under the expansive window and a large king sized bed near her. Feeling his fingers on her neck, Sam shuttered slightly before shedding the coat and walking over the open window. His view was impressive; she could see almost all of the downtown. The room was illuminated only by the lights from the nearby office buildings and the clear moon.
"What a beautiful view."
"Yes, it is."
At his tone she turned around, he was standing almost right behind her. She watched as he closed the small gap between them, and was surprised when he turned her back to the window, his body pressed slightly against hers. The sensation was killing her, but she didn't let him know that. It was a game now, she could tell, to see who would break first.
She listened carefully as he pulled her into him slightly, one hand on her hip, the other pointing things out the window as he spoke. His warm breath landing on her exposed neck, each breath sent another shiver through her. It was.intoxicating, she felt drunk, almost lightheaded, but not from the one beer she'd consumed. It was him, his mere presence that made her feel like this, She might've just had to break, and then he gave her an opportunity by misidentifying a building.
Biting her lower lip, she turned her head to him, her lips impossibly close to his ear and whispered while moving his arm gently. "That's not the Cadillac Building.That is." She felt him react to her touch, licking his lips lightly. She couldn't take it anymore - the teasing had gone too far already. She had been waiting for this for a long time, and Samantha knew he had too. Taking two small steps, she placed herself in front of him, effectively trapping herself between Jack and the cool window. She could feel his body heat through her clothes, and the thrilling difference in temperature between the window and Jack himself.
They stayed like that for a moment, Jack's larger body easily covering hers, pinning her in place. She couldn't leave if she wanted to, not that she did. Staring up at him, Sam looked into his eyes.They claim the eyes are the window to the soul, and in Jack's case, that was true. She could look into them and see everything she needed. She could read him in a second, and had been able to do so for years. Finally he made the first move, placing one hand on the glass behind her, as the other reached up and traced a line on her collarbone, following a line up her long neck to her jaw. Suddenly Sam was acutely aware of the utter silence in the room, except for the pounding of her own heartbeat in her ears. When his hand made it up her face, and began tracing a line along her hairline, she couldn't restrain a small groan; there was something very erotic about it, though she didn't know why. His ministrations had initially rendered her motionless, unable to do much except relax into his touch and make small appreciative noises. At some point she had closed her eyes, but finally she opened them and glanced briefly at him before bringing her hands up and running them slowly along his broad chest -- she could feel the muscle definition. Sam allowed her nails to lightly graze along his chest over his shirt as she brought her hands back together. He had apparently lost his tie somewhere between the door and the window. She slowly unbuttoned his shirt, still not looking at his face. She knew if she did, they would be on the bed and this would be over much to fast for her liking.
After revealing his chest, Sam allowed one finger to trace his breastbone, following the line down to his navel and stopping, this time causing him to take in a quick breath. Enjoying doing this to him, she slowly ran her hands up his arms, placing her hands gently on his chest before pushing the offending shirt off him. The silence was again broken by a swishing sound, as his shirt fell into a puddle on the floor. Looking at his naked chest, Sam resisted tearing off the rest of his clothes- and hers for that matter; she wanted to take her time. No one had made her feel like this ever, and she wanted to stay here as long as possible.
Sam was only brought out of her thoughts by Jack again making contact with her skin, repeating the same movements on her that she had completed on him. Unbuttoning her shirt, allowing the tips of his fingers to graze along her skin as he went, causing her to arch slightly toward his touch. She was putty in his hands, her lightheadedness only increasing as he pulled the shirt off her body, exposing her to him.
Sam stopped when a cold sensation ran down her back. Initially she was confused as to the origin of the cold until it occurred to her that they were slowly undressing in front of an open window; her back was still pressed against it. Granted they were ten stories up, but she still didn't need to be exposing herself to anyone who had the good fortune to be able to see them at that moment. Finally she spoke the first words since they started this.
"Umm Jack, window."
She watched as confusion, then realization, and finally a small smile spread across his handsome features. Pulling her slightly away from the window, Jack moved to close the curtains, leaving a sliver open to allow a small amount of light into the room.
"Sorry," he whispered in her ear, and wrapped his long arms around her waist, pulling her into him. When their bare flesh met, both of them shivered slightly, although not from the chill in the room. She felt him lean into her, his lips lightly grazing the nape of her neck, sending chills down her spine and another groan escaped her lips. She was completely turned on, her whole body responded to him, tingling, and he hadn't even kissed her on the lips yet. Tilting her head to the side, she moaned louder as he took his cue and kissed up her neck, stopping as he got to her jaw and pulling away, causing her to whimper at the lack of contact. Finally giving in, she looked into his eyes and saw something that never in her 30 years had she ever seen from a man. Love, but not just that -- adoration, respect, worship even, nothing anyone else had ever given her. She could feel the heat rising in her. She couldn't take the foreplay much longer; it was killing her, but at the same time she didn't want it to stop. Running her hand through his dark hair, she brought herself to her full height, placing them almost face to face. Stroking some strands of his hair through her fingers, Sam let her hand linger on his cheek before allowing her thumb to run along his lips slowly, feeling them part ever so slightly under her touch.
She felt his hands drop to her hips; he never allowed them to leave her body. Moving her thumb out of the way, Sam tilted her head up and finally made contact with his lips. It was what she expected and so much more, like fire and ice colliding, a reaction that had no parallel in nature. What had started slow and easy quickly turned fast and furious. Once their lips made contact, any ideas she had about taking this slow were lost in a haze of want and need. Somehow they again found themselves pressed against the window, this time with the curtain obscuring their actions. He pressed into her harder then before and she could feel the heat, the desire from everywhere on his body. Their lips almost attacking each other, allowing each other access. After several breath taking, furious moments he pulled away from her, slowing the pace enough to remove her bra and thereby truly exposing her to him. Deciding enough was enough, Sam slowly removed her pants, leaving just her black lace underwear on. Giving him a mischievous grin, she went to work on his pants also, also leaving him in just his boxer briefs.
"God Sam." he whispered, a slight tremble noticeable in his voice as he looked her up and down before holding her face in his hands and kissing her slowly, tauntingly.
Pressing herself into him, she gave him just the forward motion he needed to pull her up, which allowed her to wrap her long legs around his middle, using the window to steady them. Once he had her secured around him, he pulled her away from the window, and she giggled slightly at the sensation of being lifted. Wrapping her arms around him, she went to work on his neck, alternately kissing and nibbling at the skin. She could tell it was driving him crazy; his body shuttered very so slightly as she did it.
Finally he stopped moving in front of the bed. She felt his hand slide up her damp back and pull slightly at her ponytail, releasing her hair from the holder and allowing it to flow freely over her back and his shoulders. Laying her down on the bed, Jack paused slightly looking at her.
"I won't break Jack." She smiled at him.
"I know," he said and leaned over her, careful not to put his full weight on her.
Smiling, she reached up and touched his face one more time as friends, prepared to cross over into whatever was next. She just knew in her heart that this wasn't a one time thing, that this was something that would continue for as long as they let it.
Jack had his hands roaming her body, slowly at first, but accelerating the pace as she responded to his touch with eagerness. It was incredible- indescribable- the feeling he gave her. Before she knew it, their remaining undergarments were lost to the mounting passion, and she had the feeling of an out-of-body experience. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
tbc.....