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Chapter Twenty Seven
Having seen Irina slip and fall from his position up in their room as she climbed out of the pool, Jack had quickly ran down the several sets of stairs. Now, he dragged the limp body over the overly green grass, dropping Irina, unceremoniously, onto the ground and leaning over her. His sleeves were already rolled up and his breath was coming quick and fast but still his mind was telling him, yelling at him that it was unfair that he had to be the one to do this, to see her slip and fall, never getting up or moving. He'd dragged her over the concrete, making an effort not to scratch her legs and now had her on her back on the ground. Carefully he got onto his knees, checking to see if she was okay.
What if she wasn't? What on earth would he do? It didn't matter, he shook his head, searching for a pulse and finding it; well, at least she wasn't dead. Realizing he should have looked to see if she was breathing first he felt like tearing his hair out. Seeing her chest rising, if only minimally, he looked to her lips, still rosy red and, he could have sworn smiling. Letting his hand hover over them, he breathed a sigh of relief to find hot air hitting his skin.
Gently he tapped her, holding her head in his hands as he tried to wake her, slowly her eyes opened, brown irises staring up at him, through a haze before her lids shut again, "Irina, you can't go back to sleep." She didn't move, "Irina."
Seeing it was hopeless and that even now she refused to listen to him, Jack turned and grabbed her towel, praying that he didn't meet Sydney or Vaughn on his way back to the room, he picked her up, looping an arm under her knees and another under her shoulders, feeling totally shocked and almost embarrassed when her arms moved, apparently by themselves, to around his neck.
Moving somewhat awkwardly, he found his way over to the elevator and got in, pleased that no one else was around he was soon in the corridor that led to their room. A minute later, he was there, laying her gently on the bed before turning and closing the door through which they had just come.
Crossing to the window that he'd been looking out when she'd slipped and fallen, he stared back down, dreading the fact that eventually she was going to wake up. There were far too many questions she could ask that he wasn't prepared to answer. On that note, a soft moan entered his ears and he quickly crossed to the bed.
Irina wondered what had happened, never before had she been about to make love to a man in a hotel room when suddenly he'd been carrying her towards an elevator. And then there was the horrible throbbing pain in her head, near the back but moving forward to create a soft headache that she knew would stay there for at least another day. Opening her eyes again, she saw Jack looming over her and once again she found herself on the bed. For an instant she thought about just continuing on but then decided to try to work out what had happened first.
Groggily, the woman beneath his gaze opened her eyes, only a little as her hand came up to shield them from the light. Seeing this, Jack switched the light off and looked back down. Suddenly he regretted it because she was completely back in control, her eyes wide, her mouth set and looking very much unlike someone who had been unconscious a few moments before. Frowning he moved away without caring for where this left her.
Irina hoisted herself up to a sitting position and watching him for a second before questioning, "What happened?"
"You slipped and hit your head. Down at the pool. Not you're back up here." Jack explained from where he was getting himself a drink for the mini- fridge.
Her brow creased as she sat up further, every second the pain ebbing away and her awareness becoming more and more. "How did I get here?" She asked this not really knowing why but knowing, just by the stiffening of Jack's back that she'd hit a nail she wasn't meant to.
"I brought you up."
"You carried me?"
"Yes."
She grinned but soon stopped, realizing how much of the events of her night had actually been a self-conjured dream, everything since the pool. "That was very gallant of you." Watching him she thought of her next imposing question, "How long have I been out?"
Jack watched her for a while, wondering why she hadn't continued with difficult questions and answered, not seeing the trap, "Fifteen minutes."
She nodded, looking around the bed, trying to work out why she'd dreamt what she'd dreamt while also trying to keep the questions flowing, "So you were watching me as I swam?"
The grin made him want to strangle her, but he refrained, knowing that it would probably blow their cover as happily married husband and wife. "I was glancing down; to make sure you didn't try to disappear. Only every now and then."
She shook her head immediately regretting it as the pain increased, still she continued, "Right."
He interrupted her, nearly before she had a chance to finish, "How, might I ask, is it that you came to slip over anyway? You're supposed to be a super spy and yet you can knock yourself out."
She glared at him, wondering how he had found such a sensitive spot. She was always worried that people would realize she wasn't always perfectly graceful and unflawed in the crime world and up until now, no one had any clue that she made normal mistakes. How she was going to answer this, she had no idea.
The answer was straight forward; she'd simply slipped on the edge but, since it would doubtlessly be the first flaw she demonstrated, Jack was going to milk it for all he was worth. Carefully, she tried to answer while keeping her edge, "I just slipped Jack, is it so difficult to see me as a human being with flaws and wants and...needs?" She grinned in triumph as his eyes widened and his gaze dropped.
She smiled serenely, leaning back on the bed and positioning her hands behind her bed. Her head continued to throb while her mind brought back the dream she'd had. Suddenly hot and uncomfortable in his presence, she sat up and went to stand, ready to leave. This was yet another mistake for her day and almost immediately she felt her legs giving way as the concussion took action against her quick movements.
"Whoa," Jack grabbed her from behind, wrapping his arms around her still very bare waist and steadying her against him. He instantly regretted it, feeling her so close yet again was not good for his resolve to hate her and the tiny denim shorts and bikini top were not helping in the slightest. "You have to stay awake, but you can't move so quickly."
Irina wondered why he hadn't let go but something stopped her from asking, instead she just reveled at the hot air on her ear. Unable to see him, but fully aware he was there, she went on "I want to take a shower."
He shook his head still refusing for whatever reason to let go. "No, no showers, not until tomorrow morning."
She swallowed; the heat almost unbearable. "So what do you expect me to do?"
It was only now, as Jack felt her hands come up and land on top of his, her silky arms landing deftly atop his as she seemingly involuntarily wove her fingers through his, that he realized how badly he had it. But then, he only passed the observation off as bogus and tried to force his body to respond to his increasingly demanding internal shouts of 'let her go'.
Weaving her fingers through his should have driven him off, but it didn't, surprisingly she felt his hands squeezing hers and she once again had to imagine what his face must have looked like. Waiting another several seconds, Jack's voice finally cracked through the silence, "Anything you want. You just can't fall asleep."
She nodded, mustering up the willpower to angle her head around to meet his eyes, of course this also demanded that her lips draw ever closer to his and vivid details of her little encounter that hadn't really happened began piling up in her mind. "Anything?" It was useless; she was completely powerless against him, what sort of an answer was that? She looked back away from him, trying to calculate how long they'd been in the hold, possibly five minutes, but it felt like an eternity and an instant as well.
"Anything." His voice was low and dangerous but not like it usually was, this was very different and realizing this, Irina pulled away quickly, letting his hands drop back to his side unceremoniously. His voice evened up but the shock, probably at himself was clearly there, "I mean, anything you want."
She sat back down on the bed, wanting to eradicate any sexual tension left, trying not to look at him and working at finding something that would keep her occupied that didn't include a lack of clothes or a memory of a lack of clothes. Considering this, her options were surprisingly lessened. Remembering something she suddenly blurted out, "Have we got a scrabble board?"
The look he gave was deserved and received with the appropriate downcast look though none the less, Jack crossed to the room service phone and a minute later was sitting, across the room, staring at her, hand to his face and his brow creased low as he pondered her slightly off behaviour. The nock at the door startled them both from the glazed stares and in a second Jack was at the door, motioning for Irina to stay on the bed.
He greeted the young man who peeked into the room while handing over the game. When Jack turned back, Irina had managed to throw a black shirt over the bikini and for that he was thankful.
Well? What did you think? Please don't kill me, ;) Go and read my other fics, in particular Sharp Minds, Sharp tongues, it's going to me just like this one but different so go and read and review.
Agent-Greenleaf, Kitty, more S/V soon.
Mandy@TTU, I am back. ;)
Halley, if you didn't see that coming, you won't see this coming, ;)
Ev, you're not going to like me much.
X , trust me, Syd won't hear.
Nightmaiden, compromising huh? Lol. Enjoy this one then. ;)
Chapter Twenty Seven
Having seen Irina slip and fall from his position up in their room as she climbed out of the pool, Jack had quickly ran down the several sets of stairs. Now, he dragged the limp body over the overly green grass, dropping Irina, unceremoniously, onto the ground and leaning over her. His sleeves were already rolled up and his breath was coming quick and fast but still his mind was telling him, yelling at him that it was unfair that he had to be the one to do this, to see her slip and fall, never getting up or moving. He'd dragged her over the concrete, making an effort not to scratch her legs and now had her on her back on the ground. Carefully he got onto his knees, checking to see if she was okay.
What if she wasn't? What on earth would he do? It didn't matter, he shook his head, searching for a pulse and finding it; well, at least she wasn't dead. Realizing he should have looked to see if she was breathing first he felt like tearing his hair out. Seeing her chest rising, if only minimally, he looked to her lips, still rosy red and, he could have sworn smiling. Letting his hand hover over them, he breathed a sigh of relief to find hot air hitting his skin.
Gently he tapped her, holding her head in his hands as he tried to wake her, slowly her eyes opened, brown irises staring up at him, through a haze before her lids shut again, "Irina, you can't go back to sleep." She didn't move, "Irina."
Seeing it was hopeless and that even now she refused to listen to him, Jack turned and grabbed her towel, praying that he didn't meet Sydney or Vaughn on his way back to the room, he picked her up, looping an arm under her knees and another under her shoulders, feeling totally shocked and almost embarrassed when her arms moved, apparently by themselves, to around his neck.
Moving somewhat awkwardly, he found his way over to the elevator and got in, pleased that no one else was around he was soon in the corridor that led to their room. A minute later, he was there, laying her gently on the bed before turning and closing the door through which they had just come.
Crossing to the window that he'd been looking out when she'd slipped and fallen, he stared back down, dreading the fact that eventually she was going to wake up. There were far too many questions she could ask that he wasn't prepared to answer. On that note, a soft moan entered his ears and he quickly crossed to the bed.
Irina wondered what had happened, never before had she been about to make love to a man in a hotel room when suddenly he'd been carrying her towards an elevator. And then there was the horrible throbbing pain in her head, near the back but moving forward to create a soft headache that she knew would stay there for at least another day. Opening her eyes again, she saw Jack looming over her and once again she found herself on the bed. For an instant she thought about just continuing on but then decided to try to work out what had happened first.
Groggily, the woman beneath his gaze opened her eyes, only a little as her hand came up to shield them from the light. Seeing this, Jack switched the light off and looked back down. Suddenly he regretted it because she was completely back in control, her eyes wide, her mouth set and looking very much unlike someone who had been unconscious a few moments before. Frowning he moved away without caring for where this left her.
Irina hoisted herself up to a sitting position and watching him for a second before questioning, "What happened?"
"You slipped and hit your head. Down at the pool. Not you're back up here." Jack explained from where he was getting himself a drink for the mini- fridge.
Her brow creased as she sat up further, every second the pain ebbing away and her awareness becoming more and more. "How did I get here?" She asked this not really knowing why but knowing, just by the stiffening of Jack's back that she'd hit a nail she wasn't meant to.
"I brought you up."
"You carried me?"
"Yes."
She grinned but soon stopped, realizing how much of the events of her night had actually been a self-conjured dream, everything since the pool. "That was very gallant of you." Watching him she thought of her next imposing question, "How long have I been out?"
Jack watched her for a while, wondering why she hadn't continued with difficult questions and answered, not seeing the trap, "Fifteen minutes."
She nodded, looking around the bed, trying to work out why she'd dreamt what she'd dreamt while also trying to keep the questions flowing, "So you were watching me as I swam?"
The grin made him want to strangle her, but he refrained, knowing that it would probably blow their cover as happily married husband and wife. "I was glancing down; to make sure you didn't try to disappear. Only every now and then."
She shook her head immediately regretting it as the pain increased, still she continued, "Right."
He interrupted her, nearly before she had a chance to finish, "How, might I ask, is it that you came to slip over anyway? You're supposed to be a super spy and yet you can knock yourself out."
She glared at him, wondering how he had found such a sensitive spot. She was always worried that people would realize she wasn't always perfectly graceful and unflawed in the crime world and up until now, no one had any clue that she made normal mistakes. How she was going to answer this, she had no idea.
The answer was straight forward; she'd simply slipped on the edge but, since it would doubtlessly be the first flaw she demonstrated, Jack was going to milk it for all he was worth. Carefully, she tried to answer while keeping her edge, "I just slipped Jack, is it so difficult to see me as a human being with flaws and wants and...needs?" She grinned in triumph as his eyes widened and his gaze dropped.
She smiled serenely, leaning back on the bed and positioning her hands behind her bed. Her head continued to throb while her mind brought back the dream she'd had. Suddenly hot and uncomfortable in his presence, she sat up and went to stand, ready to leave. This was yet another mistake for her day and almost immediately she felt her legs giving way as the concussion took action against her quick movements.
"Whoa," Jack grabbed her from behind, wrapping his arms around her still very bare waist and steadying her against him. He instantly regretted it, feeling her so close yet again was not good for his resolve to hate her and the tiny denim shorts and bikini top were not helping in the slightest. "You have to stay awake, but you can't move so quickly."
Irina wondered why he hadn't let go but something stopped her from asking, instead she just reveled at the hot air on her ear. Unable to see him, but fully aware he was there, she went on "I want to take a shower."
He shook his head still refusing for whatever reason to let go. "No, no showers, not until tomorrow morning."
She swallowed; the heat almost unbearable. "So what do you expect me to do?"
It was only now, as Jack felt her hands come up and land on top of his, her silky arms landing deftly atop his as she seemingly involuntarily wove her fingers through his, that he realized how badly he had it. But then, he only passed the observation off as bogus and tried to force his body to respond to his increasingly demanding internal shouts of 'let her go'.
Weaving her fingers through his should have driven him off, but it didn't, surprisingly she felt his hands squeezing hers and she once again had to imagine what his face must have looked like. Waiting another several seconds, Jack's voice finally cracked through the silence, "Anything you want. You just can't fall asleep."
She nodded, mustering up the willpower to angle her head around to meet his eyes, of course this also demanded that her lips draw ever closer to his and vivid details of her little encounter that hadn't really happened began piling up in her mind. "Anything?" It was useless; she was completely powerless against him, what sort of an answer was that? She looked back away from him, trying to calculate how long they'd been in the hold, possibly five minutes, but it felt like an eternity and an instant as well.
"Anything." His voice was low and dangerous but not like it usually was, this was very different and realizing this, Irina pulled away quickly, letting his hands drop back to his side unceremoniously. His voice evened up but the shock, probably at himself was clearly there, "I mean, anything you want."
She sat back down on the bed, wanting to eradicate any sexual tension left, trying not to look at him and working at finding something that would keep her occupied that didn't include a lack of clothes or a memory of a lack of clothes. Considering this, her options were surprisingly lessened. Remembering something she suddenly blurted out, "Have we got a scrabble board?"
The look he gave was deserved and received with the appropriate downcast look though none the less, Jack crossed to the room service phone and a minute later was sitting, across the room, staring at her, hand to his face and his brow creased low as he pondered her slightly off behaviour. The nock at the door startled them both from the glazed stares and in a second Jack was at the door, motioning for Irina to stay on the bed.
He greeted the young man who peeked into the room while handing over the game. When Jack turned back, Irina had managed to throw a black shirt over the bikini and for that he was thankful.
Well? What did you think? Please don't kill me, ;) Go and read my other fics, in particular Sharp Minds, Sharp tongues, it's going to me just like this one but different so go and read and review.