Chapter Four.
They walk down the street and Jack is holding Kate around her shoulder and she is pressed close to him. They do this so Kate wouldn't be such an easy target for people's eyes to look at. They both know that she is a fugitive on the lam but lucky for her, the FBI didn't want to end up looking like a big fool for letting her escape so they haven't started spreading posters around with her pictures on them or flashing her face in the ten o'clock news. But she wasn't safe yet. She may never be.
But at the moment she liked to think that she was safe. If nothing else Jack provided that feeling to her. Just having his hand around her upper body made her instantly feel safer.
Jack suddenly pushes her to take the turn to left. Kate jumps away from her relaxed walking and has to make an effort not to fall down. She looks up to his figure fake-angrily.
"I almost lost my balance there," she complains.
He just gives her an amusement look and they continue pacing down the route together until Jack makes another sudden move and stops her.
"Now what?" she says and sees that he is looking at the door to their right.
"I live here, " he informs shifting his gaze from the door back to Kate.
The door leads into an old block of flats. The corridors are empty and their steps echo from the walls as they walk. Although it might seem like a scary place to other people, Kate admired it secretly. Not only has she now Jack all to herself, she enjoys the great architecture of the building. The old walls have beige paint on them and the tenants' doors are all made out of heavy dark wood. The small windows let the light of the setting sun come in and it gives a slightly orange look to the place.
After they have walked two storeys up, Jack stops again. He puts the key into the hole and carefully turns the key in it. The door makes a loud bang-like noise when it opens and Kate is started by it. Jack's mouth curls into a little smile when he notices her reaction but he doesn't say anything.
"Right this way, ma'am," he says smiling and making a gesture with his hands that advices her to go in first.
"Why thank you." She is tries to say this with a sophisticated accent but fails in her attempt and they both end up laughing again. Jack puts one of his palms on her shoulder and the other one on her back encouraging her to go in.
"So this is where the mighty doctor lives?" she says stepping into the flat.
She is disappointed at the place. The empty corridor seemed so cosy compared to this. There was absolutely nothing there what would even slightly indicate that someone actually lived in this house – no clothes hanging around, no empty pizza boxes, no pictures of the loved ones or family members – just a clean, spotless catalog home with white and silvery furniture.
"What do you think?" he asks proudly.
"You live in here? Or did you just buy this house?"
He looked confused. Clearly this was how he had been raised to live, she thought. Seeing how he had absolutely no idea what se had meant with her last line, she decided to slip a little white lie out of her mouth.
"It's really lovely. Very clean…and…well nice."
She knew that he wasn't buying her lie. Everybody knows that if one uses the word "nice" and especially with the tone that she had used – it's not a very good thing. But although Jack knows that she isn't head over heels in love with his home, it didn't matter. At least they were together now and nobody could disturb their night anymore.
"You want some coffee? I left my espresso into the coffee shop and I only managed to get a few sips from it anyways," he says and starts walking towards his McKitchen – the kitchen that would be the paradise for every housewife in US. She looks a bit horrified but hides her expression quickly before he sees it.
Jack puts a pot of coffee dripping and they are both standing in front of the dining table, waiting for the coffee to be ready.
"What have you been doing all this time?" he breaks the silence.
"Nothing really that special. I have tried to keep a low profile by staying in different places just hanging around," she says and leans against the dining table with her hands.
"But what are you doing here, in New York? To be honest with you, I'm really surprised to bump into you in this city. This is one of the most crowded places one can possibly find."
"I'm not sure actually either why I'm here."
She looks hurt and sad all of a sudden.
"Not saying that I wouldn't be happy that I found you "just hanging around" in my coffee shop," he says trying to bring the smile back to her face. She turns to face him and he sees that she is smiling again.
He scoops her into a tight hug and Kate makes a sound as though she would be suffocating. He pulls back instantly but smirks when he sees her giggling and brings his face just inches away from hers and wraps his hands around her waist line.
She moves her gaze to his face and starts breathing against his mouth.
The coffee maker starts making out a noise that tells them that it has dripped. Neither one of them moves. Kate shifts her hands to Jack's chest and starts caressing it while he closes his eyes
"The coffee is ready. I think," she whispers to him.
"Yeah…the coffee…" he says opening his eyes slowly and withdraws himself away from her.
He takes out two mugs from the cupboard, fills the them and hands the other one to Kate.
"Be careful. It still very hot."
She takes a sip from it and ends up burning her tongue. Kate pulls her head away from the mug rapidly and Jack can see that she is in pain.
"What did I just tell you," he says with compassion and puts his mug on the kitchen counter.
"Ith hurths," she manages to whine thru her agony. Jack takes the mug out of her hand and cups her face between his palms.
"Just breath deep and the pain should ease away soon."
Always in his doctor mode, Kate thinks and rolls her eyes. Jack doesn't see this and he continues.
"You always have to do everything against the rules, now don't you?"
The pain is gone from Kate's tongue and she relaxes under his hands.
"That's my girl," he smiles.
"I'm not your girl," she says giggling.
"Yes. You are."
He says this with a serious expression on his face and when Kate sees that he isn't smiling anymore, her giggling fades.
She looks into his eyes and notices the same longing that she had now mirroring back from them.
They stand still in the same position for what seems like forever – he holding her face between his palms and Kate's arms taking support from the dining table.
The coffee was getting cold but neither one of them cared.
Jack brought his face so close to hers that their noses were touching. Both closed their eyes when Jack eventually brushed her lips with his mouth.
At this point neither Jack nor Kate wanted to stall things any longer. They didn't have to worry about the world outside his home anymore. Or at least not now.
Kate raised her hands to the back of his neck and Jack deepened the kiss by parting his lips more and Kate followed his example.
Kate started to lick his teeth with her tongue what made Jack stiffen for a second but soon after he relaxed and continued responding to her moving lips.
He removed his palms from her face and started sliding them down her chest to her breasts. Jack stopped there for a minute and touched them cursing that she was still wearing her tank top.
This bothered him so much that he had to broke the kiss. He lifted her top over her head and took in the view in front of his eyes until he started kissing her again.
"Now this isn't fair for me," she smirked and ordered him to take away his T-shirt.
Jack was laughing inside while taking off his shirt. "She is once again bossing me around."
He tossed the piece of clothing next to hers on the floor and stepped closer to her again.
After kissing her a while, he decided to do something that he had wanted to do ever since the moment he had smelled that icky vanilla in her hair.
He moved his hands lower on her back until they reached her ass. She made a sharp gasp.
"Hop along girl," he murmured to her neck and Kate knew exactly what he meant by this.
She took support from his shoulders and when Jack had lifted her off the ground to the level of his hips, Kate wrapped her legs around them so that every part of her was as close to him as possible.
Jack was panting against her neck and eventually started kissing it making Kate to toss her head back so that the hair wouldn't be so much in his way.
After leaving a few marks on her neck area he withdrew his mouth and moved it to her lips again. This time the kiss was only brief because Jack couldn't concentrate to it properly.
He had started walking towards the bedroom but because he was still carrying Kate in his arms, the steps that he was taking were clumsy and wobbly.
Kate didn't care about his walking problems and was breathing warm, moist air to Jack's ear and had closed her eyes. Her panting made only his pacing even more difficult than it already was.
They finally arrived to his McBedroom. But this was Mc in a good way not in that it's-too-perfect Mc-way that the kitchen had been. The room looked like the Jack that Kate knew on the island. The Jack that she had kissed there. The Jack that had made her come to NYC in the first place.
He carefully places her on the bed and looked down to the curly haired beauty. He leaned his face to hers and captured her lips with his. Jack kissed her for a while until he started moving his mouth lower. After making two more hickies onto her neck he stopped and raised his head so that he could see her face's expression. She had her eyes closed and a content, happy smile on her face but after noticing that he had stopped her eyes fluttered open.
"What is it?" she asks.
Jack is looking straight into her eyes.
"Are you sure about this?"
"A-ha," she nods and presses her head back against the pillow. She arches her back and makes a high pitched moan in the back of her throat when he starts trailing kisses down her tummy and stiffens when he opens the fly to her jeans an finally takes them away.
They are both laying on their backs, sweaty and tired but happy.
She turns to her side and looks at him. He moves to face her and they both know that this would be a great time to comment somehow what had just happened but the look that they share leaves no need for those words.
He gestures her to turn so that eventually she is laying on the bed on her other side, her back pressed against his bare chest. His breathing is steady and quiet and his heart beat soothes her down.
"I missed my girl, you know," he whispers to her hair and strokes it lightly.
"I could tell."
He tightens his hold to her and finally they fall asleep.