Disclaimer: I don't claim to own 24 or its characters.
The tables had turned. It's about time.
Jack Bauer was a prisoner, and he didn't even know it yet. Nina had knocked him out - he was lying on the ground, handcuffed to the leg of a table. It was definitely a rush, having such a gorgeous man laying at your feet... So many ideas were rushing through her head, she had to sit down to collect her thoughts.
When he wakes up...
It had always been a fantasy of hers, to be with Jack again. It was a dirty little secret that she could never admit to him, but it was true. He drives me crazy, insane, I love this man... She stared at him, unmoving, on the floor. His dirty blonde hair was ruffled, and his face was wet with sweat. Well, he put up a good fight.
Her eyes traveled down to his jeans. She looked away for a moment, but couldn't help herself. I want him. She stood up off the chair and knelt down beside him. She put her hand on his thigh and closed her eyes, exhaling loudly. She started to relax as her mind drifted from reality...
"I hate you. I hate you, Nina..." Jack stalked her into the corner of the room, and held her there. For a minute, she was completely unable to move... Jack grabbed her wrists so hard, she could feel them throbbing. He pressed his body against hers and leaned in to her, and whispered in that rough, sexy voice that made her entire body shake - "But I can't resist anymore." At this point, she was trembling with anticipation, wanting so much for Jack to give in and let her take him. She knew he wanted it, and – christ – she couldn't deny that she wanted it, too. She wanted to say something, tell him what she wanted, but she couldn't. Her words came out as a gasp. She just wanted him, she wanted him inside of her...
Nina snapped back to reality when she noticed that Jack was awake now. His eyes were open, but he wasn't looking in her direction. Nina stumbled to find something to say, but she didn't end up needing anything – Jack was the first to speak.
"You bitch."
It didn't take Nina long to figure out what to say next.
"I'm not a bitch, Jack. I'm more of a wishful thinker."
Jack Bauer was a prisoner, and he didn't even know it yet. Nina had knocked him out - he was lying on the ground, handcuffed to the leg of a table. It was definitely a rush, having such a gorgeous man laying at your feet... So many ideas were rushing through her head, she had to sit down to collect her thoughts.
When he wakes up...
It had always been a fantasy of hers, to be with Jack again. It was a dirty little secret that she could never admit to him, but it was true. He drives me crazy, insane, I love this man... She stared at him, unmoving, on the floor. His dirty blonde hair was ruffled, and his face was wet with sweat. Well, he put up a good fight.
Her eyes traveled down to his jeans. She looked away for a moment, but couldn't help herself. I want him. She stood up off the chair and knelt down beside him. She put her hand on his thigh and closed her eyes, exhaling loudly. She started to relax as her mind drifted from reality...
"I hate you. I hate you, Nina..." Jack stalked her into the corner of the room, and held her there. For a minute, she was completely unable to move... Jack grabbed her wrists so hard, she could feel them throbbing. He pressed his body against hers and leaned in to her, and whispered in that rough, sexy voice that made her entire body shake - "But I can't resist anymore." At this point, she was trembling with anticipation, wanting so much for Jack to give in and let her take him. She knew he wanted it, and – christ – she couldn't deny that she wanted it, too. She wanted to say something, tell him what she wanted, but she couldn't. Her words came out as a gasp. She just wanted him, she wanted him inside of her...
Nina snapped back to reality when she noticed that Jack was awake now. His eyes were open, but he wasn't looking in her direction. Nina stumbled to find something to say, but she didn't end up needing anything – Jack was the first to speak.
"You bitch."
It didn't take Nina long to figure out what to say next.
"I'm not a bitch, Jack. I'm more of a wishful thinker."