"Don't wait by the phone," I tease and hang up. I feel Jack's eyes on me.
"Who was that?"
"You don't want to know," I answer. "I got us a cabin for the night, though. It won't be as upscale as the last place, but it's definitely shelter."
********
Jack follows my directions and soon we pull into a cabin on the far end of the lake. We step through the snow and onto the porch; I run my hand under a loose board on the cabin and finger out a key.
"I take it you've stayed here before?" Jack's eyes glance over at me as we head inside.
"Once or twice," I nod, stepping through the door. "There's no electricity or running water."
"Firewood?"
"Around back," I answer, pulling my coat tight against my body. "There's blankets in here." I open the closet door and pull out a lantern and some matches, along with supplies to keep us warm.
I hear Jack's footsteps as he carries in wood, and I start the fire in the wood-burning stove. The cabin is one room with two sets of bunk beds and a wooden table set between them.
Once the fire's on, I slip out of my jacket and wrap the blanket around my shoulders to keep warm. Jack sits beside me, his hands ice cold.
"There's sleeping bags for us," I tell him.
"Should I be afraid whose bag I'm going in?" his eyes meet mine.
"No," I laugh softly. "Be grateful we have a place to stay the night," I point out. "We're in a secluded part of town."
"With no food," Jack eyes me intently.
"Check the cabinets," I eye him seriously. "Eric usually kept canned goods and non-perishables--"
"Eric Kellar?" Jack's eyes are wide.
"Don't look so surprised," I laugh, shaking my head. "Sit down." I pull him onto the bed beside me. "You're freezing," I point out, offering him some of the blanket I'm using.
"I'm guessing it'll take a while to warm up."
"Yeah," I nod. "I'm not sure I can stay up much longer. I put a bunch of wood in there."
Jack stands up and removes his suit, tie, and shoes. He grabs a sleeping bag and brings it towards the bottom bunk. "Here," he tells me, getting one for himself and heading for the other side of the cabin.
"Jack," I shake my head. "Get back over here. We can zip the sleeping bags together," I suggest. "We should sleep together; it'll keep us warm."
"I bet," he answers, as I take the bags and make one large one out of them. I lay it down on the bed, remove my jacket and slacks, and slide off my shoes before slipping inside. I shiver from the cold contact and seconds later feel Jack moving in to lie beside me. "You feel good."
I laugh softly. "I don't feel very warm," I answer, sliding my hands along his bare chest and feeling our body heat warm us up slowly.
I roll onto my side, facing Jack, as I feel his leg slip between mine. His hands move to my lower back, holding me close against his body.
"Any warmer now?" he whispers into my ear, brushing his mouth against my lobe and then my neck.
"Mmm, a little," I answer with a growing smile on my lips. I roll onto my back, feeling his body rest slightly above mine.
"You haven't told Martin about us yet, have you?"
"No," I laugh softly, "I haven't had time."
"Did you two ever--"
"Jack," my eyes are wide.
"I'm just curious."
"I've already told you."
"When?"
"The night we were on a case and you stayed in my hotel room with Martin next door." His eyes watch mine as he goes over our conversation in his head.
"I don't remember."
"You don't want to remember," I answer. "Besides, what does it matter?"
"I want to know if you enjoyed it," his voice is low and his breath is on my lips.
"It was sex," I respond with a laugh. "Why are you so curious--" my voice trails off. "You're jealous!" I gasp out as his eyes stare into mine.
"No, I'm not."
"Then why do you want to know so badly?"
"I just don't know what you see in him."
"Jack," I shake my head with a laugh, "you don't get it."
"Get what?"
"I was with him because I couldn't be with you. I still loved you, even then."
"So you had sex with him for me? Sam, you're crazier than I thought."
"You do that to me," I answer, pressing a soft kiss to his lips, as we roll around and I rest my head on his chest. I hear his heart beating strongly as my hand lies across his abdomen.
"What about Kellar?"
"Why are you so interested in my sex life tonight?"
"I want to know everything about you." His hand runs through my hair.
"There are some things you don't need to know."
"Why don't you want me to know them?"
I lift my head to meet his eyes. "Jack, you really want to hear about me having sex with other guys?"
"Not really," he laughs softly. "I just want to know what you saw in them."
"An escape from the loneliness," I answer, resting my head back down to his chest and closing my eyes.
"Sam?"
"Hmmm," I breathe out, feeling myself growing tired.
"Is that what you're doing now?"
"Of course not," I whisper, feeling myself drifting to sleep in Jack's embrace.
"Who was that?"
"You don't want to know," I answer. "I got us a cabin for the night, though. It won't be as upscale as the last place, but it's definitely shelter."
********
Jack follows my directions and soon we pull into a cabin on the far end of the lake. We step through the snow and onto the porch; I run my hand under a loose board on the cabin and finger out a key.
"I take it you've stayed here before?" Jack's eyes glance over at me as we head inside.
"Once or twice," I nod, stepping through the door. "There's no electricity or running water."
"Firewood?"
"Around back," I answer, pulling my coat tight against my body. "There's blankets in here." I open the closet door and pull out a lantern and some matches, along with supplies to keep us warm.
I hear Jack's footsteps as he carries in wood, and I start the fire in the wood-burning stove. The cabin is one room with two sets of bunk beds and a wooden table set between them.
Once the fire's on, I slip out of my jacket and wrap the blanket around my shoulders to keep warm. Jack sits beside me, his hands ice cold.
"There's sleeping bags for us," I tell him.
"Should I be afraid whose bag I'm going in?" his eyes meet mine.
"No," I laugh softly. "Be grateful we have a place to stay the night," I point out. "We're in a secluded part of town."
"With no food," Jack eyes me intently.
"Check the cabinets," I eye him seriously. "Eric usually kept canned goods and non-perishables--"
"Eric Kellar?" Jack's eyes are wide.
"Don't look so surprised," I laugh, shaking my head. "Sit down." I pull him onto the bed beside me. "You're freezing," I point out, offering him some of the blanket I'm using.
"I'm guessing it'll take a while to warm up."
"Yeah," I nod. "I'm not sure I can stay up much longer. I put a bunch of wood in there."
Jack stands up and removes his suit, tie, and shoes. He grabs a sleeping bag and brings it towards the bottom bunk. "Here," he tells me, getting one for himself and heading for the other side of the cabin.
"Jack," I shake my head. "Get back over here. We can zip the sleeping bags together," I suggest. "We should sleep together; it'll keep us warm."
"I bet," he answers, as I take the bags and make one large one out of them. I lay it down on the bed, remove my jacket and slacks, and slide off my shoes before slipping inside. I shiver from the cold contact and seconds later feel Jack moving in to lie beside me. "You feel good."
I laugh softly. "I don't feel very warm," I answer, sliding my hands along his bare chest and feeling our body heat warm us up slowly.
I roll onto my side, facing Jack, as I feel his leg slip between mine. His hands move to my lower back, holding me close against his body.
"Any warmer now?" he whispers into my ear, brushing his mouth against my lobe and then my neck.
"Mmm, a little," I answer with a growing smile on my lips. I roll onto my back, feeling his body rest slightly above mine.
"You haven't told Martin about us yet, have you?"
"No," I laugh softly, "I haven't had time."
"Did you two ever--"
"Jack," my eyes are wide.
"I'm just curious."
"I've already told you."
"When?"
"The night we were on a case and you stayed in my hotel room with Martin next door." His eyes watch mine as he goes over our conversation in his head.
"I don't remember."
"You don't want to remember," I answer. "Besides, what does it matter?"
"I want to know if you enjoyed it," his voice is low and his breath is on my lips.
"It was sex," I respond with a laugh. "Why are you so curious--" my voice trails off. "You're jealous!" I gasp out as his eyes stare into mine.
"No, I'm not."
"Then why do you want to know so badly?"
"I just don't know what you see in him."
"Jack," I shake my head with a laugh, "you don't get it."
"Get what?"
"I was with him because I couldn't be with you. I still loved you, even then."
"So you had sex with him for me? Sam, you're crazier than I thought."
"You do that to me," I answer, pressing a soft kiss to his lips, as we roll around and I rest my head on his chest. I hear his heart beating strongly as my hand lies across his abdomen.
"What about Kellar?"
"Why are you so interested in my sex life tonight?"
"I want to know everything about you." His hand runs through my hair.
"There are some things you don't need to know."
"Why don't you want me to know them?"
I lift my head to meet his eyes. "Jack, you really want to hear about me having sex with other guys?"
"Not really," he laughs softly. "I just want to know what you saw in them."
"An escape from the loneliness," I answer, resting my head back down to his chest and closing my eyes.
"Sam?"
"Hmmm," I breathe out, feeling myself growing tired.
"Is that what you're doing now?"
"Of course not," I whisper, feeling myself drifting to sleep in Jack's embrace.
