Chapter Twenty Six
That's about when time stopped. The second would be ingrained in both their memories forever more, mainly because of what happened not long after. With her hand grasping almost painfully at Jack's arm, Jack turned to his side, ready to pull away and leave and Irina's entire body curled over as she strained to reach his arm, bent double at the middle form where she sat on the bed. Her neck strained to look up at him, deep glare positioned on her face as she watched him with defiance as emotions she tried to read fluttered over his features.
Jack bit down on his tongue as her nails bit into his skin, she wasn't going to let go any time soon. And what was it she wanted? A simple lie, something he did for a living, something he had managed to do to everyone, to lie to them about not only the world but his feelings, his very core, so why was he avoiding the situation, looking at her but refusing to open his mouth? Perhaps, what happened could be blamed on the little voice who continued to screech with laughter as Jack felt himself running out of options, perhaps later on, they'd blame it on alcohol, despite the fact they hadn't had more than a couple of glasses each and both could counter its affect. Perhaps they'd simply choose not to talk about it.
As he continued to watch, knowing that they'd only been holding that pose, her hand on his arm, for a few seconds, but feeling like it had been hours, Jack went over what would happen if he should give in to the little voice. It was like promising yourself the night before that you would get up at six and then awakening and finding an excuse as to why you didn't have to. And as he looked into her eyes, glaring but not hateful, more angry, hurt, frustrated, all rolled into one and combined with what not only that little voice but also his finely tuned mind, deemed to be passion and desire. He wondered what she was seeing.
Irina was, of course, working overtime to sift through the anger that Jack was throwing at her to find the tiny windows that she hoped would give her access to something different. Staring up at what were usually tiny brown eyes, she was shocked to find what his portraying exactly what she felt, frustration, madness, fury and most importantly an unacknowledged yearning.
Those three, maybe four, seconds were all it took for everything to turn itself inside out, upside down and go to hell. Jack only had to let his eyes sweep over her lithe body once to know exactly what he wanted and he took, not caring for the consequences. He moved quickly, too fast for her to stop or watch or measure, just sliding down over her, knees either side of her hips and his hands sliding independently over her body. Just skimming the surface, one stopping at her waist and the other encasing itself in her hair.
His lips crushing into hers eyes closed as he let his heart take over. Irina reacted immediately, knowing that whatever happened now could very well be turned against her, forgotten, abused, but she didn't care, instead trying to ingrain every movement into her memory for later reminiscence. Funnily enough, Jack didn't do what she expected, instead of forcing his tongue into her mouth, letting his hands roam with no control; she was shocked to find his tongue lightly tracing her lips, asking permission for entry.
She grinned against him, the warmth he was providing enough to make her feel happier than she ever had, and opened her mouth; permission was not something he needed to have. She felt his control slipping, his tongue eagerly exploring a territory still his but unknown for twenty years. And the hand in her hair pulling her closer. His other hand roamed carefully, slowly and tentatively, down low enough to encounter her hip an then across to her abdomen where it stopped, his fingers moving millimeters over her stomach, brushing the silky skin with tenderness she didn't deserve.
His lips left her mouth, moving away suddenly and eliciting a soft moan of loss from Irina, almost quiet enough for Jack to miss, but the air on his face forcing him to acknowledge it and take as a positive sign, quickly filing it away to think about. As his lips left her mouth, his hand left her hair, moving south to her neck where he cautiously manipulated her head to give him greater access to his new aim: the soft skin he'd been watching for days.
Seeing it ready for the taking, glinting in the moon light, his lips soon found themselves against her throat, nipping, nibbling, kissing, sucking, stroking the silken skin as her hands finally found there way onto him. One into his own hair and the other onto his back, trying to urge him closer. Kissing lower, down to her collar bone Irina noticed his hands on the towel that still covered the majority of her body, hastily she raised herself off the bed, smiling again as he threw it to ground and let his lips return to her collar bone. She grinned as his hands both moved to roam her stomach more easily, her entire body on fire.
Finding herself loosing more control than she cared to she made a quick decision and seconds later, found herself on top with him beneath her, her legs straddling him over the waist and the rest of her body upright as she sat trying to regain her breath.
That's about when time stopped. The second would be ingrained in both their memories forever more, mainly because of what happened not long after. With her hand grasping almost painfully at Jack's arm, Jack turned to his side, ready to pull away and leave and Irina's entire body curled over as she strained to reach his arm, bent double at the middle form where she sat on the bed. Her neck strained to look up at him, deep glare positioned on her face as she watched him with defiance as emotions she tried to read fluttered over his features.
Jack bit down on his tongue as her nails bit into his skin, she wasn't going to let go any time soon. And what was it she wanted? A simple lie, something he did for a living, something he had managed to do to everyone, to lie to them about not only the world but his feelings, his very core, so why was he avoiding the situation, looking at her but refusing to open his mouth? Perhaps, what happened could be blamed on the little voice who continued to screech with laughter as Jack felt himself running out of options, perhaps later on, they'd blame it on alcohol, despite the fact they hadn't had more than a couple of glasses each and both could counter its affect. Perhaps they'd simply choose not to talk about it.
As he continued to watch, knowing that they'd only been holding that pose, her hand on his arm, for a few seconds, but feeling like it had been hours, Jack went over what would happen if he should give in to the little voice. It was like promising yourself the night before that you would get up at six and then awakening and finding an excuse as to why you didn't have to. And as he looked into her eyes, glaring but not hateful, more angry, hurt, frustrated, all rolled into one and combined with what not only that little voice but also his finely tuned mind, deemed to be passion and desire. He wondered what she was seeing.
Irina was, of course, working overtime to sift through the anger that Jack was throwing at her to find the tiny windows that she hoped would give her access to something different. Staring up at what were usually tiny brown eyes, she was shocked to find what his portraying exactly what she felt, frustration, madness, fury and most importantly an unacknowledged yearning.
Those three, maybe four, seconds were all it took for everything to turn itself inside out, upside down and go to hell. Jack only had to let his eyes sweep over her lithe body once to know exactly what he wanted and he took, not caring for the consequences. He moved quickly, too fast for her to stop or watch or measure, just sliding down over her, knees either side of her hips and his hands sliding independently over her body. Just skimming the surface, one stopping at her waist and the other encasing itself in her hair.
His lips crushing into hers eyes closed as he let his heart take over. Irina reacted immediately, knowing that whatever happened now could very well be turned against her, forgotten, abused, but she didn't care, instead trying to ingrain every movement into her memory for later reminiscence. Funnily enough, Jack didn't do what she expected, instead of forcing his tongue into her mouth, letting his hands roam with no control; she was shocked to find his tongue lightly tracing her lips, asking permission for entry.
She grinned against him, the warmth he was providing enough to make her feel happier than she ever had, and opened her mouth; permission was not something he needed to have. She felt his control slipping, his tongue eagerly exploring a territory still his but unknown for twenty years. And the hand in her hair pulling her closer. His other hand roamed carefully, slowly and tentatively, down low enough to encounter her hip an then across to her abdomen where it stopped, his fingers moving millimeters over her stomach, brushing the silky skin with tenderness she didn't deserve.
His lips left her mouth, moving away suddenly and eliciting a soft moan of loss from Irina, almost quiet enough for Jack to miss, but the air on his face forcing him to acknowledge it and take as a positive sign, quickly filing it away to think about. As his lips left her mouth, his hand left her hair, moving south to her neck where he cautiously manipulated her head to give him greater access to his new aim: the soft skin he'd been watching for days.
Seeing it ready for the taking, glinting in the moon light, his lips soon found themselves against her throat, nipping, nibbling, kissing, sucking, stroking the silken skin as her hands finally found there way onto him. One into his own hair and the other onto his back, trying to urge him closer. Kissing lower, down to her collar bone Irina noticed his hands on the towel that still covered the majority of her body, hastily she raised herself off the bed, smiling again as he threw it to ground and let his lips return to her collar bone. She grinned as his hands both moved to roam her stomach more easily, her entire body on fire.
Finding herself loosing more control than she cared to she made a quick decision and seconds later, found herself on top with him beneath her, her legs straddling him over the waist and the rest of her body upright as she sat trying to regain her breath.