A/N: Sorry for the lack of updates for the past few days. I've been rather busy and had a mild case of writer's block. But never fear, here is the next chapter. Drum roll please...

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"Love has nothing to do with what you are expecting to get, it's what you are expected to give—which is everything."

-Anonymous

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Chapter 14

In Which Church Is Not Just A Time to Pray

"Finished," Cappi sighed, tossing her used dust rag into the trash can.

"Thank God," Jack said as he threw himself onto the bed.

The pair had spent the entire day cleaning the old Porter House. It was seven o'clock before they finished. They had only stopped for meals and were not exhausted.

"So," Jack said, pulling Cappi onto the bed next to him, "What are we doing tomorrow?"

"I don't know about you," Cappi replied, "But I'm going to church."

"Why?" Jack asked, casting her a sideways glance.

"Because tomorrow is Sunday," she said.

"Oh," Jack said, slowly, "Well...I'll come with you."

"My grandmother will be there."

"So?"

"So that would just be awkward."

"Fine, I can tell when I'm not wanted," Jack said, grinning and nuzzling Cappi's neck.

"Hm," Cappi mumbled in reply, taking Jack's right hand in her own and kissing his palm.

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Church was due to begin in two minutes when Cappi felt someone slide into the pew next to her. She turned to her left and saw none other than Jack Kelly grinning madly at her.

"What are you doing here?" she whispered through gritted teeth, casting a glance at her grandmother who was seated with the choir.

"I came to hear the Glory of God," Jack said, still grinning like a madman.

Cappi just rolled her eyes and scooted away from him, only to have him follow her down the pew.

"Stop that!" she hissed, moving away from him again.

"Stop what?" Jack asked, innocently, as he moved after her.

"That!" she replied, moving once more.

"Never," Jack laughed, moving next to her and taking her hand in his.

Cappi just sighed and rolled her eyes again.

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"So, what's on the agenda for the rest of the day?" Jack asked Cappi as he walked her to her car after church.

"Why don't you come by my house after lunch and find out?" she replied, smiling.

"What about your grandmother?" he asked.

"She's going to Little Rock to visit her sister. She won't be back till tomorrow," Cappi said, mocking Jack's usual grin.

"Well, in that case..." he whispered, leaning over and kissing her lightly, "...I'll see you then."

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"So, what do you wanna' do?" Cappi asked.

She and Jack had already watched two movies and about an hour of television. They were both bored out of their minds.

"Hm...I can only think of one thing," Jack replied, kissing her roughly and edging his hand under her shirt.

"I know," Cappi said, breaking the kiss and smacking his hand away, "But we're not gonna' do that."

"Well, in that case..." he said, standing up.

"Get back here," she laughed, grabbing the back of his shirt and pulling him back onto the couch.

Jack laughed and captured her lips in a kiss. When they finally pulled away from each other, Jack leaned his forehead onto Cappi's.

"I love you, Cappi Sellers," he whispered.

"I love you, too, Jack Kelly," she replied, smiling.

"How much?" he asked, grinning mischievously and edging his hand back up her shirt.

She slapped it away again, "Not that much!"

"Are you sure?" Jack asked, grinning innocently.

"Yes!" she replied, laughing, and kissed him tenderly on the lips, "But I do love you."

"Do you know how long it's been since I've heard that?"

Cappi thought for a moment, "103 years?"

"Yes," Jack said, laughing.

Their lips met quickly. Jack ran his tongue along Cappi's bottom lip, begging entrance. She complied, and their tongues danced roughly. Cappi moaned as Jack's hands roamed her breasts. His thumb flittered across her right nipple, and she pushed him away.

"No," she said breathlessly, "No, Jack, no. We shouldn't."

"I know. I know," he groaned, "But..."

Cappi sighed, "Come On, we should probably get something for dinner."

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