(Rated M-16 for innuendo, sex content, and some male-slash memories)
Same disclaimer. Same thanks.


Chapter 2.-

The second kiss was different. This time he wasn't proving if she could handle it. He was proving her, knowing her flavour. The kiss deepened as their lips pressed on each others'. She felt his mouth beginning to open and his tongue gently prove her lips, he had winning the biggest battle between them. She opened her mouth for him and their tongues began the ancient mating dance that only tongues know how to do. It, the kiss, sent shivers down into the pit of her stomach and she needed to feel more of him.
The silence in the apartament was now broken by the sound of clothes falling to the floor and soft moans coming from her mouth. Their breathing coming fast and hard...
The eye contac was the only thing that differenced this act of an animal behaviour...
She knew this was wrong, hell that she knew it... It was Sloane after all... Her's father friend and enemy... But she also knew that her body and her mind was scriming the need of him, yes him of all people... And she just can't stop it...
He... well he was lost in the sensation that young Bristow caused on him... She wanted to take the control of the situation... "Just like his father in the same situation" he thought... So naive, so sweet... So perfect...
"Wait..." again her mouth was speaking without her fully agreement.
"Why?" he just said, kissing her neck.
She didin't had an answer to that... And when his hands started to make the way to her breast she didn't bother in looking for more words to say...
He laid her in the bed, still kissing her naked chest, her naked belly... Going down and down, more into her... He took off the last of her clothes, and smiled evil and hungry to the naked woman in front of him...
"You're too beautiful, Sydney" he whispered, coming back to her mouth.
While he was kissing her, she mananged to switch positions with him putting herself on the top. Funny, uh?. He smiled again, when she started to unbotten his shirt. She was trying to take control again... "No" his mind corrected him "She alredy had take control... She's smartess than daddy"
So, in the same way that she allowed him to start, he allowed her to go on... And all the rational thoughts left their bodies...
Her lips started to run over his bare chest, his strong muscles became easy with her mouth's touch... He became easy with her, even if he didn't want to show it...
The complicity was marvelous... It were two bodies transforming them selves in a new one... Her breath was coming in gasps, she still needed to feel more of him... She needed him inside... And somehow he knew it...
So he got back to the top of her... And he started to kiss and lick her, every single part of her... His tongue was causing every kind of sensations in her body... He was waiting for the rigth moment to slide into her... And the moment came... No words had been said at all...
Her nails started to scratch his skin, as response of his hard moves. He was moving in her, faster and faster... And she cried out as the feeling intensified... The friction creating heat and, even passion...

They collapsed near to each others... Breathless... Wordless... Feelingless...
But her hand... Well he alredy had thought she was like her father even here... And he wasn't wrong... Sydney rached for his hand... But this time... Well, again, she wasn't totally Jack... So he took her hand too...


That were, uh?... Tell me what you think, please...