Part 2 - Innocent Eyes (Rating R)
The mission went surprisingly well. They had had absolutely no problem getting into the embassy as guests.
Getting close to the politician, Francois Berlande, had been a little more complicated, but finally they had managed to steal the disk from him and get away before anyone noticed that the disk was gone.
Irina was in a really good mood when she entered her house again with Sark following her.
"This, Mr. Sark, is our ticket into the world of politics!" Waving the disk she entered the living room where her little laptop was standing on a small table. "From now on, the highest diplomats will be lying at our feet!" She inserted the disk into the floppy drive and lifted her foot to open her shoe.
"Damned, these heels are killing me..." She managed to open her shoe while typing commands into the laptop.
"And?" Sark stepped closer and looked over her shoulder.
"That's amazing!" They looked at the number of files on the disk. "That's enough information to blackmail the whole French government!"
"You know what's weird?" Sark suddenly noticed and Irina replied "What?" Not really listening to him.
"I don't see your guards around... shouldn't they be watching the stairs?"
Now he had her attention... too late. She heard the clicking of a gun at her side.
"I'd have never thought that you were that careless about your security... especially if you have an enemy in your house. How you were able to survive this long is a mystery to me! Now lift your hands so I can see them!"
Irina turned to her side and looked at Jack, her hands lifted in front of her.
"I'm surprised you managed to overpower my guards."
"They're not at all smart. I wonder how you can trust them with your life!"
"Do you want to offer yourself as my bodyguard?"
"I promise, the place I'll take you doesn't require any bodyguards!" He pulled out the handcuffs and she really wondered how he had been able to free himself.
"Sounds promising!" she replied with a seductive look.
"That's not what I meant! Cuff him!" He threw the cuffs towards her and she bent down to cuff Sark to a chair.
"So, now what, Jack? Do you really believe you can take me prisoner in my own house?" She felt for the gun at her thigh while closing the cuffs around Sark's wrist.
Only one second later she found herself on the ground, wondering how she'd gotten there. Jack pinned her to the floor and pushed the silk material of her dress away from her legs.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Irina's voice was a hiss full of fury and her eyes showed clearly that she was very close to killing him.
"You do really think I am a stupid fool, don't you?" he asked and grabbed her hair.
Then he pulled the gun from her thigh and pressed it to her neck.
"I admit I've... underestimated you!" Again, she added silently and saw her gun fly into the corner of the room. Jack pulled her up again, his hand gripping her firmly on her arm.
Some of her hair had freed itself from the hairclips - thanks to him - and hung in wild strands around her face.
"Jack, we shouldn't start this game over again!"
"We won't!"
She freed herself with a quick move from his grip and took hold of his weapon. For a moment she looked at it, then she sighed and handed it over to him again. "You know what? I'm going to take a shower now!"
He was raging with fury. She had taken his weapon away and handed it over to him in the next second. Clearly she wanted to show him, that she was the one who was in control of this game.
"You won't move!" he threatened, but Irina didn't care. She collected her shoes from the ground and looked at him.
"You can shoot me or let me take that shower!" Words said, she left the room with Jack's eyes following her in disbelief. "Oh, and just in case you feel bored, you could free him again... I'll take care of the guards. You might want to stay away from them since they'll certainly be a little outraged over their defeat."
He watched her disappear and set off to follow her.
"Irina..." he warned and entered her private room right behind her. She didn't pay attention to him, but opened her wardrobe and put the shoes in. Then she opened her dress at the side and let it slide to the ground. She stepped out of the material, only wearing her white silk underwear now. She quickly removed the black leather strap, which had been holding her gun, from her thigh and tossed it aside. Then she took a towel and walked into her bathroom.
He was totally confused by her reaction, which made him feel like a stupid schoolboy. He just stood in the doorway, thinking about what to do next.
"Would you mind turning around? I don't appreciate being observed while showering!" she smiled sarcastically and he closed the door to the bathroom.
He sat down on a chair in her room and looked around while waiting till the sound of water faded away.
This room did not look like hers. The furnishing looked female and elegant. Although there was just a bed, a wardrobe and a small table in the room, it looked well-chosen and high quality.
He hadn't expected her to pay so much attention to where she lived, or of having such an elegant, soft style.
Finally the sound of running water subsided. Only ten seconds later she came out of the bathroom, a large white towel wrapped around her perfect body and her hair dripping with water. Goddamn, this woman was attractive like hell! Good comparison, he thought to himself and just stared at her... a fact she obviously noted with satisfaction.
Thoughts crossed his mind... thoughts of their night in Panama. The night before she had escaped. Their lovemaking had been incredible, and he doubted that he had ever had an experience comparable to that. Sex, not lovemaking, he corrected himself. Lovemaking had been with Laura 20 years ago, although he had to admit even Laura had never made him feel like Irina had that night. A fact that was pretty weird considering they were both the same woman.
"Jack, a blind person would know what you're thinking about right now!" she stated amused, followed by a growled "Shut up!" from him.
"All you have to do is ask!" Her eyes were focussed on him and sparkled playfully, while she dried her hair by rubbing it with a towel. "...Oh, and toss that gun away... although it can be quite arousing!"
"b****!" he growled when he realized that she was trying to manipulate him, no, his thoughts. Then another idea came to his mind. Hadn't she been the one who had lost control in their kiss? Yes, he had to admit, he wanted her, but he was quite capable of controlling his feelings... obviously she was not. She was playing with fire, hiding her weakness behind a fake strength, so why not join in her game or better, make it his game?
In a sudden move he got up and reached her with only two fast steps.
"Wha..."
He silenced her with his mouth, impatiently seeking entrance with his tongue. She was totally caught by surprise of his sudden action and before she could think of moving away, he had trapped her in between his arms, against the wall.
Her world started to spin. Stop it, Irina... just punch him away before you lose control, she ordered herself, but another part of her contradicted. No, she had to face this. He was her weak point. She had to prove to herself that she was able to be physically close to him and yet still be fully rational.
She turned her head aside. "My offer expired with your 'b****' answer!"
"I wouldn't count on that!" he murmured into her mouth. "Oh, and just so you know... I am holding your towel against the wall. I wouldn't move considering the fact that it is your only clothing at the moment..."
"Bastard!" she hissed and gasped for air when his mouth sank to her neck where he started to tease her with his tongue. Her hands lifted from his shoulders to his hair and she moaned lightly.
His mouth wandered over the soft skin of her chin and finally reached her mouth where he started to softly nibble at her lower lip. Then he looked at her, their lips almost touching.
"Wanna change your mind?" His voice was hoarse and showed all his desire.
"Change my mind concerning what?" she whispered back and he smiled.
"The bastard thing you said."
"No way..." she murmured and brushed her lips over his in what could barely called a touch at all. When he wanted to deepen the kiss she fell back a little and broke the contact. This was her game... she needed it to be her game. After she had broken contact four times, Jack grabbed her and connected their lips in a deep passionate kiss, that took their breath away.
Irina felt her knees go weak and held on to Jack. Suddenly she felt him lifting her up onto his arms, but never breaking the kiss. Just a few seconds later he laid her down on the soft mattress of her bed, his warm body covering hers.
She felt his hands working to open her towel and tried to stop him... at least mentally. Her body betrayed her. Instead of holding his hands or pushing him away she pulled him even closer, not wanting to ever let him go again.
When he cupped her breast through the towel with his hand, she whimpered against his mouth. He bent to her ear and bit playfully on her earlobe.
"All you have to do is ask..." he repeated her words and she gasped for air.
"I hate you!" was her hoarse reply and impatiently she reconnected their lips in a fierce kiss. He moaned when she finally managed to open his shirt and run her hands over the naked skin of his chest. Ten seconds later his shirt flew across the room and landed somewhere on the ground. Neither of them cared where exactly.
Finally her towel followed.
Jacks lips closed over one of her nipples, gently teasing her. She bent towards him, her eyes shut in the delightful pleasure his touch brought to her.
Okay, so much for resisting him, she thought bitterly when his mouth moved to her other nipple.
Focus, she ordered herself, don't pay attention to him. Okay, she had to think of a plan B, since not paying attention to what he did was absolutely out of the question, especially when he now moved his mouth further downwards and started to caress her belly.
"Jack... wait!" Great, she added silently, is that your idea of a fabulous plan B?
Now he paid attention to her lips again, driving her crazy by slowly tracing them with his own.
"What?" he whispered and got a soft moan in reply. His hands started to caress her hot skin. They made their way down her body, over her belly and the same way back. Every time he got closer to where she wanted him to be.
When she reached out to open his pants, he softly grabbed her hands and laid them back to the mattress.
"This is my game... don't move!" He pressed his lips to hers again to prevent her from complying. His hand started to move downwards again, softly caressing her belly, then further to her thigh. Her whimpers were silenced by his mouth; so were her pleas.
When she softly laid her hand to his cheek, he broke the kiss but still kept his mouth as close to hers as he could without touching it.
"You should learn to follow my rules... don't move, or this will end now!"
"Son of a..."
"Oh, and before I forget, every insult will extend my teasing..."
"That's not fair!" She looked at him and her eyes met his. They were full of desire and he faltered. He had never seen vulnerability like now in her eyes.
"Consider it as my thank you for the nice afternoon I had!" he whispered playfully and when she laid her hand back onto the soft blanket which covered the mattress, their lips merged anew in a kiss, but this time he explored her mouth tenderly and seductively.
Her mind was far from being able to think reasonably. Fine, this was his game... hers would be coming soon and of course she planned to return his every little favor.
She broke the kiss and gasped for air when his hand finally met the core of her desire, softly stroking her with his thumb.
She laid her head back, her hands clasping the white sheets they were lying on. Given the opportunity, Jack took possession of the sensitive skin of her neck, softly tracing its line with his tongue. When he stopped the movements of his hand she cried out in frustration.
"All you have to do is ask..." he teased her playfully and she bit her lip, turning her head to look at him outraged. His mouth softly touched hers, then he backed away again.
"Go to hell..." she whimpered and when she felt him move away, she cried out in frustration.
"Please, don't..."
"Don't what?" he asked hoarsely and his lips touched the sensitive spot right under her ear.
"Don't go..." she answered, and cursed herself for having said the words before thinking about them. His lips caressed her skin with intolerable slowness.
"What do you want me to do instead of going?"
She struggled with herself. She knew that she was far beyond the point of return and that made him the winner of this game. When she realized that, she murmured some curses in Russian.
"Are those words meant to encourage me to go on? If so, you'd better read up on them in a dictionary." He replied amused and it took all his power to keep control of his feelings. Her Russian words had turned him on like aphrodisiac.
"Damn you Bristow..."
Hearing her answer, he thrust into her with two fingers and her reactions overwhelmed her. Her head started to spin and she closed her eyes. She felt his lips on her cheek, and then her mouth while his fingers continued their movement.
When he stopped again, she whimpered against his lips. "Please... don't... stop now... Jack, please!"
She pulled his mouth back on hers with one of her hands and he decided to ignore this violation of his rule. He pushed her further and further towards the edge with his fingers, softly whispering encouragement into her ear until she finally reached her climax in his arms, crying out his name before the world turned black in front of her eyes.
When she finally regained conscious again she found herself lying in his arms, still breathing heavily. His hand stroke softly through her hair, his lips softly wandering over her forehead and cheeks.
He entwined his fingers with hers, and when she met his eyes she was confused at the tenderness she could read in them. You hate him... she reminded herself, ignoring the loud voice in her head that told her the exact opposite, ...and now it's payback time.
She turned him on his back, her hands running over his chest and finally cupping his erection.
"It's my turn now!" she whispered. "And I'm known for paying back the favors I've been granted." Her lips devoured his in a passionate kiss that set his blood on fire.
Hell, she already drove him crazy by just kissing him. He didn't even want to think about what else was to come. Her lips wandered over his chest, softly teasing his nipples, while her hands opened his pants. She was content to hear a moan escaping from his lips. His hands buried in her silky hair and she went back up to his mouth.
"You know, since this is still the same game, I think we keep up your rules!" she whispered against his mouth, teasing him by not allowing his lips to touch hers.
"Witch!"
"And as you ask so kindly, I will of course extend them to 'no kissing allowed from you!"
"Irina..."
She laughed softly into his ear the warmth of her breath on his skin almost making him lose control. "As I said, I'm very gracious at paying back favors!" Her voice was hoarse and seductive, her hands burned against his skin.
Finally his pants landed on the side of the bed. Her hands moved down his chest, while she looked into his eyes, their lips as close as they could be without touching.
She's a genius in torture, he thought grimly, as she now moved her lips over his chest, slowly following the path her hand had taken earlier. He ached to kiss her, to feel her incredibly soft lips on his.
When she released his erection and clasped it with her hand, he was on the brink of losing control. She kissed her way up again, her hair stroking over his overly sensitive skin while she started to move her hand rhythmically up and down his shaft, causing him to moan. Her lips brushed over his, immediately evasive when he went closer to kiss her.
"Don't break the rules..." she whispered into his ear; increasing the pressure of her hand a little. His mouth touched the skin of her neck. His tongue traced up to her earlobe where he started to nibble softly until he heard her moan again. His hands moved down her back, then slowly up her sides.
"I said... no kissing!" she gasped into his ear and he chuckled under a moan.
"That's a question of interpretation. You never defined the boundaries of kissing." He answered breathlessly and continued caressing her hot skin, satisfied when he noticed that she was also at the point of almost loosing control.
"All kissing!" she whispered into his ear, followed by a moan when his mouth immediately broke contact with her skin. "On the other hand..." she started and brought her head to his so she could look into his eyes.
The moment their eyes met they were suddenly aware that there were no boundaries left between them. All hate, all secrets and hidden agendas were gone for this tiny moment. All that mattered was the feelings that they had buried so deeply in their hearts; that were now breaking to the surface.
Jack saw a sudden change in Irina's eyes, a hint of fear, that disappeared almost the same second as it had arrived.
Oh my god, I think I love him! She thought the words over and over again, their meaning left her staggering. She must not fall in love with him, because that would mean giving him the ability to hurt her... which he would definitely do because he still hated her.
Fascinated by her eyes, he couldn't stop himself from drowning in them. They were the eyes of an angel, innocent and full of the fear of being hurt, but yet, there was a strength in them, a strong will to survive... no matter what the cost.
He turned her around in a quick move, softly connecting his lips with hers. Her moan was lost in his mouth, so was her soft protest. This was supposed to be her game.
"I need to be inside you..." She silenced any further words of his by reconnecting their lips again, clasping his shoulders when he entered her.
Neither of them managed to keep control. It shattered into pieces like glass falling to the ground. Their kisses became deeper and more and more passionate until they had to separate their lips due to lack of oxygen.
He ran his tongue over the sweaty skin of her shoulder. She bent against him, her hands pulling him as close as if he was her only hold.
And then the world around them exploded into colorful sparks. Neither of them could say if it were just seconds or minutes until they were able to think again.
Still unable and unwilling to move, they were just lying on the bed. Jack's head rested on Irina's breast while her hand softly stroked over his hair. Her eyes remained closed until he shifted lightly. She felt the sheets being pulled over her body and smiled at him. As he laid back into the pillows she nuzzled into his arm.
"So, I suppose I won't need to sleep cuffed in the cellar." He joked dryly and she gave a short laugh.
"I said, if you weren't nice you'd have to. You were more than nice!"
He entangled his hands in her hair, softly stroking some strands out of her face until both of them closed their eyes sleepily.
"You still have to free Sark." Jack suddenly remembered but Irina didn't make an effort to move.
"It can wait until tomorrow. Cuffed to a chair, he'll be unable to start another mess with his boyish actions."
"A mess like this?"
"Yeah..." she smiled, almost asleep. "Although I should be more thankful than angry..."
"Possibly..." he replied and just one second later they were both sleeping soundly.
The mission went surprisingly well. They had had absolutely no problem getting into the embassy as guests.
Getting close to the politician, Francois Berlande, had been a little more complicated, but finally they had managed to steal the disk from him and get away before anyone noticed that the disk was gone.
Irina was in a really good mood when she entered her house again with Sark following her.
"This, Mr. Sark, is our ticket into the world of politics!" Waving the disk she entered the living room where her little laptop was standing on a small table. "From now on, the highest diplomats will be lying at our feet!" She inserted the disk into the floppy drive and lifted her foot to open her shoe.
"Damned, these heels are killing me..." She managed to open her shoe while typing commands into the laptop.
"And?" Sark stepped closer and looked over her shoulder.
"That's amazing!" They looked at the number of files on the disk. "That's enough information to blackmail the whole French government!"
"You know what's weird?" Sark suddenly noticed and Irina replied "What?" Not really listening to him.
"I don't see your guards around... shouldn't they be watching the stairs?"
Now he had her attention... too late. She heard the clicking of a gun at her side.
"I'd have never thought that you were that careless about your security... especially if you have an enemy in your house. How you were able to survive this long is a mystery to me! Now lift your hands so I can see them!"
Irina turned to her side and looked at Jack, her hands lifted in front of her.
"I'm surprised you managed to overpower my guards."
"They're not at all smart. I wonder how you can trust them with your life!"
"Do you want to offer yourself as my bodyguard?"
"I promise, the place I'll take you doesn't require any bodyguards!" He pulled out the handcuffs and she really wondered how he had been able to free himself.
"Sounds promising!" she replied with a seductive look.
"That's not what I meant! Cuff him!" He threw the cuffs towards her and she bent down to cuff Sark to a chair.
"So, now what, Jack? Do you really believe you can take me prisoner in my own house?" She felt for the gun at her thigh while closing the cuffs around Sark's wrist.
Only one second later she found herself on the ground, wondering how she'd gotten there. Jack pinned her to the floor and pushed the silk material of her dress away from her legs.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Irina's voice was a hiss full of fury and her eyes showed clearly that she was very close to killing him.
"You do really think I am a stupid fool, don't you?" he asked and grabbed her hair.
Then he pulled the gun from her thigh and pressed it to her neck.
"I admit I've... underestimated you!" Again, she added silently and saw her gun fly into the corner of the room. Jack pulled her up again, his hand gripping her firmly on her arm.
Some of her hair had freed itself from the hairclips - thanks to him - and hung in wild strands around her face.
"Jack, we shouldn't start this game over again!"
"We won't!"
She freed herself with a quick move from his grip and took hold of his weapon. For a moment she looked at it, then she sighed and handed it over to him again. "You know what? I'm going to take a shower now!"
He was raging with fury. She had taken his weapon away and handed it over to him in the next second. Clearly she wanted to show him, that she was the one who was in control of this game.
"You won't move!" he threatened, but Irina didn't care. She collected her shoes from the ground and looked at him.
"You can shoot me or let me take that shower!" Words said, she left the room with Jack's eyes following her in disbelief. "Oh, and just in case you feel bored, you could free him again... I'll take care of the guards. You might want to stay away from them since they'll certainly be a little outraged over their defeat."
He watched her disappear and set off to follow her.
"Irina..." he warned and entered her private room right behind her. She didn't pay attention to him, but opened her wardrobe and put the shoes in. Then she opened her dress at the side and let it slide to the ground. She stepped out of the material, only wearing her white silk underwear now. She quickly removed the black leather strap, which had been holding her gun, from her thigh and tossed it aside. Then she took a towel and walked into her bathroom.
He was totally confused by her reaction, which made him feel like a stupid schoolboy. He just stood in the doorway, thinking about what to do next.
"Would you mind turning around? I don't appreciate being observed while showering!" she smiled sarcastically and he closed the door to the bathroom.
He sat down on a chair in her room and looked around while waiting till the sound of water faded away.
This room did not look like hers. The furnishing looked female and elegant. Although there was just a bed, a wardrobe and a small table in the room, it looked well-chosen and high quality.
He hadn't expected her to pay so much attention to where she lived, or of having such an elegant, soft style.
Finally the sound of running water subsided. Only ten seconds later she came out of the bathroom, a large white towel wrapped around her perfect body and her hair dripping with water. Goddamn, this woman was attractive like hell! Good comparison, he thought to himself and just stared at her... a fact she obviously noted with satisfaction.
Thoughts crossed his mind... thoughts of their night in Panama. The night before she had escaped. Their lovemaking had been incredible, and he doubted that he had ever had an experience comparable to that. Sex, not lovemaking, he corrected himself. Lovemaking had been with Laura 20 years ago, although he had to admit even Laura had never made him feel like Irina had that night. A fact that was pretty weird considering they were both the same woman.
"Jack, a blind person would know what you're thinking about right now!" she stated amused, followed by a growled "Shut up!" from him.
"All you have to do is ask!" Her eyes were focussed on him and sparkled playfully, while she dried her hair by rubbing it with a towel. "...Oh, and toss that gun away... although it can be quite arousing!"
"b****!" he growled when he realized that she was trying to manipulate him, no, his thoughts. Then another idea came to his mind. Hadn't she been the one who had lost control in their kiss? Yes, he had to admit, he wanted her, but he was quite capable of controlling his feelings... obviously she was not. She was playing with fire, hiding her weakness behind a fake strength, so why not join in her game or better, make it his game?
In a sudden move he got up and reached her with only two fast steps.
"Wha..."
He silenced her with his mouth, impatiently seeking entrance with his tongue. She was totally caught by surprise of his sudden action and before she could think of moving away, he had trapped her in between his arms, against the wall.
Her world started to spin. Stop it, Irina... just punch him away before you lose control, she ordered herself, but another part of her contradicted. No, she had to face this. He was her weak point. She had to prove to herself that she was able to be physically close to him and yet still be fully rational.
She turned her head aside. "My offer expired with your 'b****' answer!"
"I wouldn't count on that!" he murmured into her mouth. "Oh, and just so you know... I am holding your towel against the wall. I wouldn't move considering the fact that it is your only clothing at the moment..."
"Bastard!" she hissed and gasped for air when his mouth sank to her neck where he started to tease her with his tongue. Her hands lifted from his shoulders to his hair and she moaned lightly.
His mouth wandered over the soft skin of her chin and finally reached her mouth where he started to softly nibble at her lower lip. Then he looked at her, their lips almost touching.
"Wanna change your mind?" His voice was hoarse and showed all his desire.
"Change my mind concerning what?" she whispered back and he smiled.
"The bastard thing you said."
"No way..." she murmured and brushed her lips over his in what could barely called a touch at all. When he wanted to deepen the kiss she fell back a little and broke the contact. This was her game... she needed it to be her game. After she had broken contact four times, Jack grabbed her and connected their lips in a deep passionate kiss, that took their breath away.
Irina felt her knees go weak and held on to Jack. Suddenly she felt him lifting her up onto his arms, but never breaking the kiss. Just a few seconds later he laid her down on the soft mattress of her bed, his warm body covering hers.
She felt his hands working to open her towel and tried to stop him... at least mentally. Her body betrayed her. Instead of holding his hands or pushing him away she pulled him even closer, not wanting to ever let him go again.
When he cupped her breast through the towel with his hand, she whimpered against his mouth. He bent to her ear and bit playfully on her earlobe.
"All you have to do is ask..." he repeated her words and she gasped for air.
"I hate you!" was her hoarse reply and impatiently she reconnected their lips in a fierce kiss. He moaned when she finally managed to open his shirt and run her hands over the naked skin of his chest. Ten seconds later his shirt flew across the room and landed somewhere on the ground. Neither of them cared where exactly.
Finally her towel followed.
Jacks lips closed over one of her nipples, gently teasing her. She bent towards him, her eyes shut in the delightful pleasure his touch brought to her.
Okay, so much for resisting him, she thought bitterly when his mouth moved to her other nipple.
Focus, she ordered herself, don't pay attention to him. Okay, she had to think of a plan B, since not paying attention to what he did was absolutely out of the question, especially when he now moved his mouth further downwards and started to caress her belly.
"Jack... wait!" Great, she added silently, is that your idea of a fabulous plan B?
Now he paid attention to her lips again, driving her crazy by slowly tracing them with his own.
"What?" he whispered and got a soft moan in reply. His hands started to caress her hot skin. They made their way down her body, over her belly and the same way back. Every time he got closer to where she wanted him to be.
When she reached out to open his pants, he softly grabbed her hands and laid them back to the mattress.
"This is my game... don't move!" He pressed his lips to hers again to prevent her from complying. His hand started to move downwards again, softly caressing her belly, then further to her thigh. Her whimpers were silenced by his mouth; so were her pleas.
When she softly laid her hand to his cheek, he broke the kiss but still kept his mouth as close to hers as he could without touching it.
"You should learn to follow my rules... don't move, or this will end now!"
"Son of a..."
"Oh, and before I forget, every insult will extend my teasing..."
"That's not fair!" She looked at him and her eyes met his. They were full of desire and he faltered. He had never seen vulnerability like now in her eyes.
"Consider it as my thank you for the nice afternoon I had!" he whispered playfully and when she laid her hand back onto the soft blanket which covered the mattress, their lips merged anew in a kiss, but this time he explored her mouth tenderly and seductively.
Her mind was far from being able to think reasonably. Fine, this was his game... hers would be coming soon and of course she planned to return his every little favor.
She broke the kiss and gasped for air when his hand finally met the core of her desire, softly stroking her with his thumb.
She laid her head back, her hands clasping the white sheets they were lying on. Given the opportunity, Jack took possession of the sensitive skin of her neck, softly tracing its line with his tongue. When he stopped the movements of his hand she cried out in frustration.
"All you have to do is ask..." he teased her playfully and she bit her lip, turning her head to look at him outraged. His mouth softly touched hers, then he backed away again.
"Go to hell..." she whimpered and when she felt him move away, she cried out in frustration.
"Please, don't..."
"Don't what?" he asked hoarsely and his lips touched the sensitive spot right under her ear.
"Don't go..." she answered, and cursed herself for having said the words before thinking about them. His lips caressed her skin with intolerable slowness.
"What do you want me to do instead of going?"
She struggled with herself. She knew that she was far beyond the point of return and that made him the winner of this game. When she realized that, she murmured some curses in Russian.
"Are those words meant to encourage me to go on? If so, you'd better read up on them in a dictionary." He replied amused and it took all his power to keep control of his feelings. Her Russian words had turned him on like aphrodisiac.
"Damn you Bristow..."
Hearing her answer, he thrust into her with two fingers and her reactions overwhelmed her. Her head started to spin and she closed her eyes. She felt his lips on her cheek, and then her mouth while his fingers continued their movement.
When he stopped again, she whimpered against his lips. "Please... don't... stop now... Jack, please!"
She pulled his mouth back on hers with one of her hands and he decided to ignore this violation of his rule. He pushed her further and further towards the edge with his fingers, softly whispering encouragement into her ear until she finally reached her climax in his arms, crying out his name before the world turned black in front of her eyes.
When she finally regained conscious again she found herself lying in his arms, still breathing heavily. His hand stroke softly through her hair, his lips softly wandering over her forehead and cheeks.
He entwined his fingers with hers, and when she met his eyes she was confused at the tenderness she could read in them. You hate him... she reminded herself, ignoring the loud voice in her head that told her the exact opposite, ...and now it's payback time.
She turned him on his back, her hands running over his chest and finally cupping his erection.
"It's my turn now!" she whispered. "And I'm known for paying back the favors I've been granted." Her lips devoured his in a passionate kiss that set his blood on fire.
Hell, she already drove him crazy by just kissing him. He didn't even want to think about what else was to come. Her lips wandered over his chest, softly teasing his nipples, while her hands opened his pants. She was content to hear a moan escaping from his lips. His hands buried in her silky hair and she went back up to his mouth.
"You know, since this is still the same game, I think we keep up your rules!" she whispered against his mouth, teasing him by not allowing his lips to touch hers.
"Witch!"
"And as you ask so kindly, I will of course extend them to 'no kissing allowed from you!"
"Irina..."
She laughed softly into his ear the warmth of her breath on his skin almost making him lose control. "As I said, I'm very gracious at paying back favors!" Her voice was hoarse and seductive, her hands burned against his skin.
Finally his pants landed on the side of the bed. Her hands moved down his chest, while she looked into his eyes, their lips as close as they could be without touching.
She's a genius in torture, he thought grimly, as she now moved her lips over his chest, slowly following the path her hand had taken earlier. He ached to kiss her, to feel her incredibly soft lips on his.
When she released his erection and clasped it with her hand, he was on the brink of losing control. She kissed her way up again, her hair stroking over his overly sensitive skin while she started to move her hand rhythmically up and down his shaft, causing him to moan. Her lips brushed over his, immediately evasive when he went closer to kiss her.
"Don't break the rules..." she whispered into his ear; increasing the pressure of her hand a little. His mouth touched the skin of her neck. His tongue traced up to her earlobe where he started to nibble softly until he heard her moan again. His hands moved down her back, then slowly up her sides.
"I said... no kissing!" she gasped into his ear and he chuckled under a moan.
"That's a question of interpretation. You never defined the boundaries of kissing." He answered breathlessly and continued caressing her hot skin, satisfied when he noticed that she was also at the point of almost loosing control.
"All kissing!" she whispered into his ear, followed by a moan when his mouth immediately broke contact with her skin. "On the other hand..." she started and brought her head to his so she could look into his eyes.
The moment their eyes met they were suddenly aware that there were no boundaries left between them. All hate, all secrets and hidden agendas were gone for this tiny moment. All that mattered was the feelings that they had buried so deeply in their hearts; that were now breaking to the surface.
Jack saw a sudden change in Irina's eyes, a hint of fear, that disappeared almost the same second as it had arrived.
Oh my god, I think I love him! She thought the words over and over again, their meaning left her staggering. She must not fall in love with him, because that would mean giving him the ability to hurt her... which he would definitely do because he still hated her.
Fascinated by her eyes, he couldn't stop himself from drowning in them. They were the eyes of an angel, innocent and full of the fear of being hurt, but yet, there was a strength in them, a strong will to survive... no matter what the cost.
He turned her around in a quick move, softly connecting his lips with hers. Her moan was lost in his mouth, so was her soft protest. This was supposed to be her game.
"I need to be inside you..." She silenced any further words of his by reconnecting their lips again, clasping his shoulders when he entered her.
Neither of them managed to keep control. It shattered into pieces like glass falling to the ground. Their kisses became deeper and more and more passionate until they had to separate their lips due to lack of oxygen.
He ran his tongue over the sweaty skin of her shoulder. She bent against him, her hands pulling him as close as if he was her only hold.
And then the world around them exploded into colorful sparks. Neither of them could say if it were just seconds or minutes until they were able to think again.
Still unable and unwilling to move, they were just lying on the bed. Jack's head rested on Irina's breast while her hand softly stroked over his hair. Her eyes remained closed until he shifted lightly. She felt the sheets being pulled over her body and smiled at him. As he laid back into the pillows she nuzzled into his arm.
"So, I suppose I won't need to sleep cuffed in the cellar." He joked dryly and she gave a short laugh.
"I said, if you weren't nice you'd have to. You were more than nice!"
He entangled his hands in her hair, softly stroking some strands out of her face until both of them closed their eyes sleepily.
"You still have to free Sark." Jack suddenly remembered but Irina didn't make an effort to move.
"It can wait until tomorrow. Cuffed to a chair, he'll be unable to start another mess with his boyish actions."
"A mess like this?"
"Yeah..." she smiled, almost asleep. "Although I should be more thankful than angry..."
"Possibly..." he replied and just one second later they were both sleeping soundly.