Title: True Lies
Author: Puts hand up. Yes me! Aeria, Doona, donna__rose@hotmail.com
Rating: PG-13
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Summary: Jack and Irina have a chat, then they go on a mission with Syd and Vaughn and then, well just read the story. Like duh!
A/N: there you go, you see lots of reviews give you lots to read, special thank yous to Andi, chickyconqueso, Danielle Smiley-Face, ev, kate and Mrs Vartan for their great reviews for this story, everyone else, your reviews are great too!!!! They are what is getting you more to read. So keep it up!
Disclaimer: Duh, not mine, Wish they were. If I win tatslotto, ten times, I'll buy them and throw Jack and Irina into a room with a big bed and lots of alcohol and toasters and throw Syd and Vaughn into another room with a lot of hockey tickets and pizza, and a bed.
Chapter Fourteen.
The wall between them was thick, made that way in case the Casino ever had two important people staying that didn't want to listen to each other. Inside the wall, millions of wires, tones of insulation and metal walls were hidden, along with a few rats, mice and weird object such as pins, bowties and old sandwiches, that no one would ever know how they had arrived to be in the wall.
On the other side of the royal red wall, Irina had just gotten out of the shower. She wrapped the towel around her body and grabbed another, slightly smaller towel and used it to dry her hair. Stretching to give her joints some movement, she then carefully wrapped the feathery royal red towel around her head, keeping all her hair up and out of her way. She made to walk out but her reflection in the mirror made her pause and wonder if she was pushing Jack too far. Of course, this only made her want to see what happened more and, without further ado, she grabbed the clothes she'd taken off and pushed the door open, walking out backwards, using her back to keep the door from slamming in her face as both hadn dumped the clothing on the floor just through the door.
Jack was on the bed, unopened Chinese take away sitting on the mattress. Coughing, gently and still pretending it was due to a sore throat, Irina forced him to acknowledge her. Looking up, she caught the shocked look and grinned, in spite of the nerves she felt creeping up on her. After a moment's staring, Jack's face turned back to a glare and, not ready to give her the pleasure of commenting on her chosen apparel, he spoke, "I got Chinese for the both of us and then I figure bed to try to get over the jet lag."
It was an awkward sentence to say the least, it sounded far too much like something a husband should say to his wife that Jack had trouble pulling it off. Nonetheless, he did and watched as Irina positioned herself on the other side of the bed, the food between them and silently looked over it, grabbing a box and opening it up, she took a whiff before beginning to eat. A playfully secretive grin remaining on her lips the entire time.
Jack just watched her for a minute or two before picking up the remaining box and beginning on it. He'd been hesitant on ordering without her as he wasn't sure what to get. As Laura, he remembered her having a taste for Chinese, whether or not this was something true to Irina he didn't know but he decided it was his best bet and had ordered the two most expensive along with Singapore Noodles in each.
They ate mostly in silence, Jack commenting on Irina returning with Sydney and Vaughn and Irina assuring him it was a mere coincidence and that she wasn't meddling. Surprisingly, he didn't ask her where she had gone, just leaving her be and continuing to eat. A moment later Jack tried conversation again, "What are we going to do tomorrow?"
But, Irina just threw the question back at him, "I don't mind, you're in charge."
He stared at her a moment, shocked that she didn't have an opinion on the subject and replying quickly, "I was simply asking because you claim to know the area and I don't."
She looked at him, trying to see if he was serious before replying, "Well, the way I see it; we've got four days to spend within the borders of Victoria. I figure, Kendall has us doing this for some reason other than to waste our time," Jack nodded, slightly frightened at how bold she was being, how straightforward, "So I'll be guessing that to get the Dury Book we're going to have to have records of being tourists. And tourists in Melbourne come here for three things, the city, the coast and the forest." Jack nodded again, agreeing. "In my opinion Chris Pearson would take the family to the city tomorrow." She smiled a little and looked down.
Jack saw her look down for the first time during the meal and took his chance to look her over, his mind denying it while he took her all in. Tiny wisps of hair had escaped and came down to frame her face with little brown spirals, her face had a wet, clean look about it and her neck and shoulders were still, somehow, glinting with water. Looking further down he saw the red towel folding around her perfectly, revealing the curves he'd loved her for, but nothing more. Throughout the meal, the towel had slowly moved up from her knees and was now sitting about a third of the way down her thighs Jack had no idea how he hadn't seen them as physically superior during their marriage and suspected her because of them. They were lean and toned but still completely feminine; her calves too were in the same condition. Skimming back up, Jack once again cursed himself for looking but stopped at her arms, admiring them in spite of himself, their strength was obvious, but again it was shrouded in slimness and femininity.
Continuing to look up, he noticed her head was tilted, a second later he realized why; her eyes were looking at him, laughter and knowing clouding out the desire and embarrassment Irina was secretly working to hide. She grinned at him, but didn't say anything, knowing it would only give him a reason to yell and she was yet to work out how thick the walls were that kept their room from Sydney and Vaughn's.
Finishing her meal, she went and stood by the window, looking out over the city she had to tour for the next four days. Considering she was meant to be in a cell, underground and with a lot less to look at, she was doing pretty well. She smiled and felt Jack behind her. Turning away from the lit up waterways and buildings, she saw that he'd managed to clear the bed off without her hearing and she smiled again.
He watched her, waiting for her to make her move, to say something, but she just stared at him, not moving an inch and not even opening her mouth. Eventually, he sighed and looked at her, asking, "You want the floor tonight or tomorrow?" He thought he was being fair, being lenient even; letting her have it every second night and then letting her decide which nights. He glared at her as she grinned, her eyes sliding to the bed and he saw what was coming, but knew he couldn't stop it. He just hoped that he would be able to escape and not end up in the same bed.
"Why do we have to take turns?" she didn't wait for an answer, "The bed is big enough to accommodate both of us, I think it will be fine." He was ready to say no, to tell her to have the bed every night, but he wasn't ready for her next few words, "I mean, as long as you think you can control yourself." It was a trap, obviously, he knew it and she knew he knew it, but now he couldn't say no without telling her that he thought he couldn't keep control, which, he told himself was entirely false.
Conceding, he answered, his voice pained and curt, "If you wish, Irina, but don't try anything."
She grinned and shook her head, "I would never try anything. If I recall it was always you who did that kind of thing." She smiled and watched him, hoping he would argue, just a little, but he didn't, he just continued to stare at her, no longer cold, just looking dead and upset about it.
She smiled, a little sadly, "I'll go and get changed then."
He stopped her with a hand on her arm which, though neither would ever admit it, sent shivers racing through both nervous systems. "What do you plan on wearing, you didn't pack anything?"
She grinned, surreptitiously, "That's what is in the bag." She held the grin while inside she was being torn up, wanting to race away from his hand, but wanting the opposite as well, even though she had no idea what the opposite exactly was. Grabbing the bag, she returned to the bathroom where she dropped the towel and changed quickly.
She returned to find all the lights out but the small lamp beside her bed and Jack lying deep in the bed, the covers coming up to his neck, but Irina sure that he'd taken his shirt off. Grinning, she saw him move another inch to her right and almost fall out of the bed. She walked over to her side and got in, feeling, but unable to see, Jack's eyes as they followed her every step of the way.
He took in the mid thigh length, turquoise night gown, void of sleeves, instead just small straps, that Irina had found and purchased earlier that day It was, sadly, a perfect fit, clinging to her in all the right places and showing the curves even more than the towel, he wanted to glare, but couldn't manage, knowing she couldn't see him in the half dark anyway.
She got in and lay on her back, a moment later the light went out and she whispered, "Good Night."
Not saying anything straight away meant he was breaking whatever they'd built in the last few hours but saying good night meant he hoped she had a good night and Irina could then do anything she wanted with those words so he opted for something more factual, "See you in the morning."
He could feel her grinning and immediately shut his eyes, trying to forget she was even there, but failing miserably as little waves of heat started to fall up and down his back. He frowned and willed himself to sleep, slumber arriving a few minutes later.
Irina just laid there, her eyes open and staring at the ceiling, her pupils finally adjusting to the light so that she could make out Jack's form when she turned her head. There was no way she was going to sleep just yet, and so she just ran over memories and ideas in her head until she felt him relax and heard his breathing becoming slower and more evenly. Smiling, she though to herself, 'this is where the fun begins'. In her past life as Laura she'd always remember Jack for being 'good for warmth in bed', as he put it.
Obviously he had forgotten about his old habits, probably having not slept in the same bed as a woman since she left. She grinned as she remembered waking up many nights as Jack moved in his sleep to encompass her body with his arms, talking but not realizing it. He'd never actually said anything worth reporting to her boss, but she still remembered the conversations he managed while still half asleep and she was desperate to see if the half conscience Jack had changed as much as the fully conscience one had.
Smiling, she waited patiently, the minutes going by slowly, but her mind just playing memories of her old life and a few from her new one for her in her head, as though they were films. Smiling she felt him move, nothing much, but he did moved to land on his back, the covers, she noticed slipping down a couple of inches to prove she'd been right about the absence of a shirt, his neck and the top of his chest glinting a little in the light the view threw them. For a second she wondered why he'd been so careless but then she heard him sigh heavily in his sleep and she returned her full attention to him.
Read and review, you know why!
Author: Puts hand up. Yes me! Aeria, Doona, donna__rose@hotmail.com
Rating: PG-13
Please Read and Review
Summary: Jack and Irina have a chat, then they go on a mission with Syd and Vaughn and then, well just read the story. Like duh!
A/N: there you go, you see lots of reviews give you lots to read, special thank yous to Andi, chickyconqueso, Danielle Smiley-Face, ev, kate and Mrs Vartan for their great reviews for this story, everyone else, your reviews are great too!!!! They are what is getting you more to read. So keep it up!
Disclaimer: Duh, not mine, Wish they were. If I win tatslotto, ten times, I'll buy them and throw Jack and Irina into a room with a big bed and lots of alcohol and toasters and throw Syd and Vaughn into another room with a lot of hockey tickets and pizza, and a bed.
Chapter Fourteen.
The wall between them was thick, made that way in case the Casino ever had two important people staying that didn't want to listen to each other. Inside the wall, millions of wires, tones of insulation and metal walls were hidden, along with a few rats, mice and weird object such as pins, bowties and old sandwiches, that no one would ever know how they had arrived to be in the wall.
On the other side of the royal red wall, Irina had just gotten out of the shower. She wrapped the towel around her body and grabbed another, slightly smaller towel and used it to dry her hair. Stretching to give her joints some movement, she then carefully wrapped the feathery royal red towel around her head, keeping all her hair up and out of her way. She made to walk out but her reflection in the mirror made her pause and wonder if she was pushing Jack too far. Of course, this only made her want to see what happened more and, without further ado, she grabbed the clothes she'd taken off and pushed the door open, walking out backwards, using her back to keep the door from slamming in her face as both hadn dumped the clothing on the floor just through the door.
Jack was on the bed, unopened Chinese take away sitting on the mattress. Coughing, gently and still pretending it was due to a sore throat, Irina forced him to acknowledge her. Looking up, she caught the shocked look and grinned, in spite of the nerves she felt creeping up on her. After a moment's staring, Jack's face turned back to a glare and, not ready to give her the pleasure of commenting on her chosen apparel, he spoke, "I got Chinese for the both of us and then I figure bed to try to get over the jet lag."
It was an awkward sentence to say the least, it sounded far too much like something a husband should say to his wife that Jack had trouble pulling it off. Nonetheless, he did and watched as Irina positioned herself on the other side of the bed, the food between them and silently looked over it, grabbing a box and opening it up, she took a whiff before beginning to eat. A playfully secretive grin remaining on her lips the entire time.
Jack just watched her for a minute or two before picking up the remaining box and beginning on it. He'd been hesitant on ordering without her as he wasn't sure what to get. As Laura, he remembered her having a taste for Chinese, whether or not this was something true to Irina he didn't know but he decided it was his best bet and had ordered the two most expensive along with Singapore Noodles in each.
They ate mostly in silence, Jack commenting on Irina returning with Sydney and Vaughn and Irina assuring him it was a mere coincidence and that she wasn't meddling. Surprisingly, he didn't ask her where she had gone, just leaving her be and continuing to eat. A moment later Jack tried conversation again, "What are we going to do tomorrow?"
But, Irina just threw the question back at him, "I don't mind, you're in charge."
He stared at her a moment, shocked that she didn't have an opinion on the subject and replying quickly, "I was simply asking because you claim to know the area and I don't."
She looked at him, trying to see if he was serious before replying, "Well, the way I see it; we've got four days to spend within the borders of Victoria. I figure, Kendall has us doing this for some reason other than to waste our time," Jack nodded, slightly frightened at how bold she was being, how straightforward, "So I'll be guessing that to get the Dury Book we're going to have to have records of being tourists. And tourists in Melbourne come here for three things, the city, the coast and the forest." Jack nodded again, agreeing. "In my opinion Chris Pearson would take the family to the city tomorrow." She smiled a little and looked down.
Jack saw her look down for the first time during the meal and took his chance to look her over, his mind denying it while he took her all in. Tiny wisps of hair had escaped and came down to frame her face with little brown spirals, her face had a wet, clean look about it and her neck and shoulders were still, somehow, glinting with water. Looking further down he saw the red towel folding around her perfectly, revealing the curves he'd loved her for, but nothing more. Throughout the meal, the towel had slowly moved up from her knees and was now sitting about a third of the way down her thighs Jack had no idea how he hadn't seen them as physically superior during their marriage and suspected her because of them. They were lean and toned but still completely feminine; her calves too were in the same condition. Skimming back up, Jack once again cursed himself for looking but stopped at her arms, admiring them in spite of himself, their strength was obvious, but again it was shrouded in slimness and femininity.
Continuing to look up, he noticed her head was tilted, a second later he realized why; her eyes were looking at him, laughter and knowing clouding out the desire and embarrassment Irina was secretly working to hide. She grinned at him, but didn't say anything, knowing it would only give him a reason to yell and she was yet to work out how thick the walls were that kept their room from Sydney and Vaughn's.
Finishing her meal, she went and stood by the window, looking out over the city she had to tour for the next four days. Considering she was meant to be in a cell, underground and with a lot less to look at, she was doing pretty well. She smiled and felt Jack behind her. Turning away from the lit up waterways and buildings, she saw that he'd managed to clear the bed off without her hearing and she smiled again.
He watched her, waiting for her to make her move, to say something, but she just stared at him, not moving an inch and not even opening her mouth. Eventually, he sighed and looked at her, asking, "You want the floor tonight or tomorrow?" He thought he was being fair, being lenient even; letting her have it every second night and then letting her decide which nights. He glared at her as she grinned, her eyes sliding to the bed and he saw what was coming, but knew he couldn't stop it. He just hoped that he would be able to escape and not end up in the same bed.
"Why do we have to take turns?" she didn't wait for an answer, "The bed is big enough to accommodate both of us, I think it will be fine." He was ready to say no, to tell her to have the bed every night, but he wasn't ready for her next few words, "I mean, as long as you think you can control yourself." It was a trap, obviously, he knew it and she knew he knew it, but now he couldn't say no without telling her that he thought he couldn't keep control, which, he told himself was entirely false.
Conceding, he answered, his voice pained and curt, "If you wish, Irina, but don't try anything."
She grinned and shook her head, "I would never try anything. If I recall it was always you who did that kind of thing." She smiled and watched him, hoping he would argue, just a little, but he didn't, he just continued to stare at her, no longer cold, just looking dead and upset about it.
She smiled, a little sadly, "I'll go and get changed then."
He stopped her with a hand on her arm which, though neither would ever admit it, sent shivers racing through both nervous systems. "What do you plan on wearing, you didn't pack anything?"
She grinned, surreptitiously, "That's what is in the bag." She held the grin while inside she was being torn up, wanting to race away from his hand, but wanting the opposite as well, even though she had no idea what the opposite exactly was. Grabbing the bag, she returned to the bathroom where she dropped the towel and changed quickly.
She returned to find all the lights out but the small lamp beside her bed and Jack lying deep in the bed, the covers coming up to his neck, but Irina sure that he'd taken his shirt off. Grinning, she saw him move another inch to her right and almost fall out of the bed. She walked over to her side and got in, feeling, but unable to see, Jack's eyes as they followed her every step of the way.
He took in the mid thigh length, turquoise night gown, void of sleeves, instead just small straps, that Irina had found and purchased earlier that day It was, sadly, a perfect fit, clinging to her in all the right places and showing the curves even more than the towel, he wanted to glare, but couldn't manage, knowing she couldn't see him in the half dark anyway.
She got in and lay on her back, a moment later the light went out and she whispered, "Good Night."
Not saying anything straight away meant he was breaking whatever they'd built in the last few hours but saying good night meant he hoped she had a good night and Irina could then do anything she wanted with those words so he opted for something more factual, "See you in the morning."
He could feel her grinning and immediately shut his eyes, trying to forget she was even there, but failing miserably as little waves of heat started to fall up and down his back. He frowned and willed himself to sleep, slumber arriving a few minutes later.
Irina just laid there, her eyes open and staring at the ceiling, her pupils finally adjusting to the light so that she could make out Jack's form when she turned her head. There was no way she was going to sleep just yet, and so she just ran over memories and ideas in her head until she felt him relax and heard his breathing becoming slower and more evenly. Smiling, she though to herself, 'this is where the fun begins'. In her past life as Laura she'd always remember Jack for being 'good for warmth in bed', as he put it.
Obviously he had forgotten about his old habits, probably having not slept in the same bed as a woman since she left. She grinned as she remembered waking up many nights as Jack moved in his sleep to encompass her body with his arms, talking but not realizing it. He'd never actually said anything worth reporting to her boss, but she still remembered the conversations he managed while still half asleep and she was desperate to see if the half conscience Jack had changed as much as the fully conscience one had.
Smiling, she waited patiently, the minutes going by slowly, but her mind just playing memories of her old life and a few from her new one for her in her head, as though they were films. Smiling she felt him move, nothing much, but he did moved to land on his back, the covers, she noticed slipping down a couple of inches to prove she'd been right about the absence of a shirt, his neck and the top of his chest glinting a little in the light the view threw them. For a second she wondered why he'd been so careless but then she heard him sigh heavily in his sleep and she returned her full attention to him.
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