Alright so this is what I affectionately call the love scene chapter. Sorry to spoil it for those of you who didn't see it coming a mile away but it had to happen at some point. It's not going to set the world on fire but please do tell me what you think. I'd love some constructive criticism.
Chapter 4
That night Jack knocked on her door at around 9pm. As he waited for her to open it he knew he was behaving badly; leaving work to be with her, holding her when she cried and now turning up at her apartment unannounced. But he couldn't help it. He felt an overwhelming need to be with her.
"Hi Jack. Come on in." She smiled at him happily.
As they sat down together, Jack suddenly decided to just have it out with her.
"Listen Sam, about last night."
She knew he'd want to analyze what happened to death but she didn't. She nodded and took a breath.
"I know and I'm sorry. I just felt so lost, you know and you were here, like you always seem to be when I need you. I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable." She looked down at the floor; afraid to let him look into her eyes because they would betray her deepest feelings.
He frowned as she babbled. She thought he was uncomfortable? He shook his head and took her hand. It was warm and soft and it fitted inside his own hand perfectly.
"Sam, I wasn't uncomfortable. I'm not uncomfortable." He lifted her head gently and looked her directly in the eye to affirm what he was saying.
A warm tear fell down her cheek and he wiped it away. Keeping his hand on her face he stroked her cheek gently and she shut her eyes at his touch. She gave up. There was nothing to keep them from each other anymore. No wife, no kids, no Martin; only a job that she now realised she would walk away from if he asked her to. Nothing else to do except be together and she would not let him leave the apartment without him knowing how she felt.
Opening her eyes she shifted closer to him. She lifted her own hand, which was shaking and put it on his cheek. His face was warm and just a little bit rough; day old stubble on it that had never bothered her.
"I don't know if we should do this again but all I know is I've never stopped loving you and try as I might I can't get over you or us. And I'm sick and tired of everyone else deciding what is best for us."
He nodded as she spoke identifying with her every word.
"I know how you feel." He said, moving his hand back into her hair.
She tried to speak again but he put his finger to her lips.
"I'm tired of analysing this. The fact is, I still love you too."
She shut her eyes in relief at his declaration and the next thing she felt were his lips on hers. A soft moan escaped from her as she wrapped her arms around his neck. He turned his body so that she was now leaning back on the sofa and he was slightly on top of her. His hands were still in her hair as he tried to reconnect with everything he had ever loved about her. It all came flooding back to him in an instant.
He moved his hands down and ran them up and down the side of her body. All she was wearing was a tank top and pyjama bottoms and it was driving him crazy. She ran her hands over his chest and felt his heart beating strongly under his shirt. He broke the kiss and stood up, pulling her with him.
At last he could hold onto all of her and he walked her back against the window. The curtains were drawn and a soft noise came from her as her back hit them. He kissed along her jaw line and down her neck to her shoulders, leaving small hickeys as he went. Pulling him closer to her she wrapped her leg around him, keeping him where he was. Again she moaned and he suddenly realised were she was standing. With concern he straightened up and said breathlessly,
"Are you ok? You're not getting cold are you?"
She looked deep into his eyes and shook her head slowly. She almost laughed. It would take more than a cool window to remove this heat from her. She pulled his face back to hers and kissed him passionately. It was his turn to groan as she pulled his shirt out from the waistband of his pants and ran her warm hands lightly up his back. She began to unbutton his shirt and as he put his hands on hers she noticed they were shaking.
She looked up at him, searching his eyes for anything that said he wanted to stop. Hearing her unspoken question he whispered,
"Aren't you nervous? It's been so long, so much has happened."
She continued to unbutton his shirt and when she'd finished she pulled the sides of his shirt towards her so that his chest was touching hers.
"I was before, but I'm not now. This is what I want; you are what I want."
She slid his shirt off his shoulders and ran her hands down his arms. He tugged at the waistband of her top and she lifted her arms up as he pulled it up over her head. He threw it over his shoulder and sighed as he took in the sight he hadn't seen for a long time.
Feeling his excitement grow against her she took his hand and pulled him towards the bedroom. Not that he needed much encouragement. On the way he discarded his shoes and socks to speed up the process a little.
He stood behind her at the bed, kissing her neck as he ran his hands down to the waistband of her pyjama bottoms. Tugging on them lightly, he was kind of asking for permission. She put her hands on top of his and eased them down her legs. She stepped out of them and turned to face him. He gathered her up in his arms and began kissing her again, laying her down on the bed.
He crawled up on top of her and moved down her body, determined to kiss every inch of her so that he could never forget how it made him feel again.
She gripped the sheets with one hand whilst the other held his hand. She breathed his name,
"Jack." She said it softly over and over again before he finally pushed her over the edge.
He smiled against her leg as he kissed all around her thighs and then her knees as her breathing evened out. He had missed that little sound she made. As she reached for him, he got up and stepped out of his pants. As he went to bend down again he straightened up as if he'd just remembered something. Slightly alarmed she sat up on her elbows, feeling suddenly vulnerable as she was lying totally naked before a man who seemed to be changing his mind.
"What?" She said softly.
He held up his hand and fished his wallet out of his pants. He looked through it and then smiling triumphantly he held up what he'd been looking for.
She smiled and shook her head as she realised he'd been looking for a condom. As he put it on she said,
"Thank God, I thought you were going to leave me hanging there for a minute." She laughed nervously.
He crawled up on her, pulling the sheet over them both and smiled at her, taking her hand.
"Are you kidding me? I couldn't get that excited and then just leave. I'm not as young as I used to be!"
She smiled and put her hands on his back, pulling her into him.
"You know what they say? You're as young as the girl you feel. That right about now makes you a healthy and vivacious 30 year old."
"Cool, but you forgot sexy and seductive." He said, kissing her. His tongue searched her mouth hungrily and she thought she would climax just from the way he was kissing her and rolling his hips at the same time.
She broke away and lifted her body up to his silently saying she was ready. She slid her hand between them and gently guided him inside of her. As she let go and gripped his back again they both let out moans as he began to move. She shut her eyes at what he was doing to her but as soon as she did he said,
"Baby, look at me."
When she did it seemed as if the whole world around them began to slow down. Completely synchronised they climaxed together saying each other's name and holding on tightly as the feeling subsided. He went to roll off her but she held onto him.
"Aren't I crushing you?"
"No, I've missed the feeling of you on top of me. It makes me feel safe and protected."
He understood what she meant and smiled; stroking her face gently as their breathing returned to normal. She ran her hand through his hair and their eyes never moved from each other. Finally he moved to her side and pulled her up alongside him. She rubbed her hand along his chest and stopped it over his heart. She lifted herself up and planted sweet kisses on the spot were she felt it beat.
He shut his eyes in complete satisfaction. That had been so much more intense and amazing that it had ever been before. As she settled against him she sighed and said,
"I love you."
Smiling with his eyes still shut he said, "I love you too." He pulled her tightly to him and they slowly fell asleep.
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