A/N: Thanks for enjoying the tenderness of the last chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it. I guess a bit of a warning would go with this chapter, although I tried to make the love scene "tasteful" and leave more to the imagination. Oh yes, a bit of language later on.

Chapter 11 – Longing No More

Leaning against the mantle, he watched intently as she walked into the bedroom, smiling sweetly over her shoulder and saying she would be right back. He winked and promised to be right there waiting for her. Slipping off his boots, the anticipation of making love to Samantha was about to send him over the edge. She walked…no, she slinked …. back into the room in a black lace teddy that did things to Jack he hadn't experienced in 45 years on earth. She turned out the light and moved toward him slowly as the shadows of the fire danced around her in the tiny cabin. Her seduction was madness as his mind went completely blank and his body was frozen in one spot.

The haze lifted a bit when she came to lean against his body and delicately played with his hair and neck. When she tiptoed up to nuzzle his ear, his out-of-body experience continued as he heard someone moan and felt someone's hands shaking as one caressed her back while the other caressed her backside. Trying desperately to breathe, he looked into her half-lidded eyes that burned with desire and an incredible sexiness. He was vaguely aware that his lips were moving, but no sound was coming out. She pulled his head down and nibbled at his lips and neck, causing a searing and hot sensation to course through his veins. His mind finally engaged enough to allow his mouth to find hers in a kiss that officially sent him in a tailspin.

She worked on the buttons on his shirt while he fumbled with his belt buckle, but she stopped his hands and murmured, "No, let me do that." He nodded obediently, noting that his voice was still nowhere to be found. As she slowly continued to undress her sexy man, he finally found his voice and said her name over and over as he took her out of the lingerie. They parted slightly when they both were bare and he said, "Look at me, sweetheart."

As she did what he asked, he put a hand tenderly on each side of her face and while never breaking eye contact, he slowly let each hand travel lightly down her body, then knelt down to reach all the way down her legs. As he repeated the process back up her body, he also kissed his way along, and this officially sent her in a tailspin. She went limp in his arms as he guided her to the bedroom where they made love like tomorrow would not arrive.

Later, they snuggled on the couch under a quilt, watching the fire and sipping the wine she opened hours ago. They talked about everything from the cabin's location to the world's economy, but never mentioned the FBI. The next day they strolled down with a picnic lunch and took a canoe out to a little island in the center of the lake.

Stretched out on a blanket and enjoying the warm sun tingling on their skin in contrast to the chilly air, he said, "You know, this is Sam's Lake. Hmmph, I guess that made it a lot easier for you to find me." She just rolled her eyes and poked his belly. After a little silence, he said, "I guess we should talk about what happens next. I mean, you haven't reported to the office since you got here. I'm sure they are worried about you. My career is shot, but we need to make sure yours is still intact." It dawned on her he had no idea of how she got there. It was clear from his comments he thought she was on official business.

She shifted to a sitting position while laying his head in her lap. As she stroked his hair, she said, "Jack, you need to know that I'm not here as an FBI agent. I told Van Doren I had to find you and she begrudgingly gave me three days personal leave along with the weekend. So, I need to be back the day after tomorrow or she will can me."

Propping up on an elbow, he said, "Oh, Sam, you should have never have done that…..OPR is going to be all over you. I will certainly miss being an agent, but maybe that is not such a bad thing after all because if I'm not your supervisor, the damned job won't dictate our relationship anymore."

She chuckled and said, "You know what, fuck Farrell and the horse he rode in on. Maybe I will just turn in my badge when we get back and start over with you. Besides, Van Doren might just welcome you back and kick my butt to the curb anyway." They laughed at that and proceeded to enjoy the picnic and solitude; both of them felt the unwelcome realization that their temporary paradise was coming to an end.

When they got back to the cabin, they went into town to pick up some groceries for dinner, since Jack promised he would grill steaks for them. They also stopped by Lillie's Diner and Buddy's Grocery Mart as Jack wanted to say thanks for their kindness during his stay. Lillie hugged both of them and told Samantha she was glad the sadness in John's eyes has been replaced with a sparkle. After promising to visit again one day, they headed back to the lake, stopping by Bob's to settle the bill and thank him for a wonderful time.

After dinner they took a stroll down to the lake for one last moment of quiet before the next day took them back to the city. Of course, they made love that night and woke the next morning to pack and head out. Jack said he needed to shave his beard and moustache, but Samantha begged him to keep it, proclaiming she loved it and how it felt against her skin.

TBC