I Need A Lover
By: JaneRain
Author's Note: So… I never really thought I'd be writing something like this. (Eighteen year old who has never even made out) I tried to keep itpretty tame but hopefully it still has electricity.2nd in my Pat Benatar title series. Not a songfic!
Season: Pick a season, any season but probably at least four.
She was done with it, absolutely done with it. What she didn't know, was that he was too. So when she knocked on the door that night, there was only one possible outcome.
He opened the door and she stepped inside before he could even ask what she was doing there. He turned around to look at her and when he did he found her hands on his face and her mouth on his.
He didn't need to ask why she was there. She was kissing him for all she was worth and he was kissing back. He stepped back and turned towards the door, sandwiching her between himself and the wall. His tongue was battling with hers. Her hands were sliding down from where they had been, at the back of his neck, to his chest. His hands, likewise, moved down her body to her waist. Seconds later they were sliding under her shirt. There was an urgency to their motions. There was need. Neither could believe the feel of the other. He began to move back away from the wall and toward the bedroom. His hands continued to explore her skin and keep her close to him. Her hands began unbuttoning his shirt as she followed him.
His shirt was off and they fell onto the bed. Her shirt quickly followed his onto the floor. Each touch was a new discovery, each movement filled with passion and longing as they made love.
Each lay back down on their bed with a sigh. Sam rolled over to stare at where Jack should have been. Jack reached out his arm to feel the empty space. The dreams were always so real. Drifting back into slumber, both hazily thought, 'I need a lover'.
Author's Note: Of course they're thinking of each other in particular… wink Review, please?
