Chapter Six.
The surface of the brown liquid was still. It was soon broken when one drop after the other hit it forming tiny circles that were moving away from the place in which the drips had landed.
That morning, Kate was up much earlier than he was. She had been sweaty and panting hard but Jack didn't let it bother his sleeping. When Kate had eventually realised that she was back in NY and had never left his side, her lips curled up into a little smile. She placed her head back to the pillow and just peered at him for a moment.
You can hear people often say that the way you look in the morning is the way you really look.
When she saw his sleeping figure, Kate found herself hoping that someone would've never voiced out those words.
He looked so boyish. His hair was sticking to every direction and the front hair seemed to be an exact copy from Mary's hair from the movie There's Something about Mary. Kate was just wishing that his hair stayed in that position with something else than Mary's had. And he was drooling. She couldn't help but giggle a bit and after placing a soft kiss above his eye brow, Kate went to take a shower.
While she was rinsing her sweaty skin in the shower, Jack's eyes started to flutter open. He yawned widely and rubbed his face with his palms spreading the drool all over his face.
"Disgusting!" he whispered when he noticed the slime.
He quickly whipped his face to his pyjama's sleeve so Kate wouldn't see his gross sliminess. He glanced around but couldn't see her anywhere. Sudden feeling of panic struck his chest. She couldn't had just left? Not after everything that happened last night? Maybe it hadn't meant anything to her. Maybe she needed to have sex with someone and I just happened to be there… he thought.
Kate had already slipped downstairs from the bathroom. She was making breakfast. Although she only knew how to make coffee and toast bread, Kate had a feeling, he would settle for her crappy breakfast without complains. It's not like he would have someone here always making him breakfast, right? she had thought to herself.
She was still watching the coffee's slow dripping. She had eventually failed to even toast the breast right and now all she had left was that coffee. The pot was starting to full.
Jack walked down the stairs and was reliefed to see Kate standing by the kitchen counter. He was surprised to see her just staring at the coffee maker but decided it may be best if he wouldn't say anything about it.
"Morning."
She had her back to him and when Kate heard his words, she startled slightly but after turning around and seeing that Jack had said them, she relaxed.
"Morning," she responded and smiled to him.
He scanned her appearance and saw that she was fully dressed. She suddenly felt rather naked standing there facing her. But he wasn't bothered by that feeling and returned her smile.
"What is that smell?"
"It's nothing. You just don't have any bread left 'cause I managed to burn it all with the toaster."
He started laughing and Kate tried to put on the I-am-hurt face. When he saw that she was trying to get sympathy points, his laughing got even harder.
"Stop it. It's not funny. I hoped we could have a nice lil' breakfast together and now all we have for it, is that fcuking coffee," she said and after finishing her sentence the cracked up too.
"It's the thought that counts, right? Don't beat yourself up about it. I'll make scrambled eggs for us," Jack said proudly and took out the pan and the spatula.
She now laughed in tears but he kept silent. Her guffaw taunted when she noticed that he was serious.
"Are you honestly saying that you can cook?"
Jack had started to take the eggs out of the fridge but Kate could see that he was nodding as an answer to her question.
"Well this is new. What other secrets are you holding from me?" she said and sat on the chair next to the dining table.
She got a flashback from their last night together when her palm touched the table. How he had kissed her, how she had been pressed against the table and how he had eventually carried her up.
"So how do you prefer to have your eggs?"
She shook her head a little so she could come back to the present moment and get some rational words out of her mouth.
"I don't actually care. I hate it when people always ask you that. Improvise. Make them the way you like to cook them," she said.
"OK. You're the boss."
Kate stood up and poured the coffee into two cups. She slid the mug towards Jack and he took it.
"Thanks."
Kate went back to her chair and watched him cook taking sips from her coffee every now and then if he turned to look at her.
"Here we go."
He sat into the empty chair next to her and placed the plate in front of her.
"It looks…nice."
There was that word again. Nice. But this time Kate didn't have the nasty tone in her voice when she said it so Jack took this as a positive thing. When has anyone actually said that scrambled eggs look beautiful?
She took a bite and was pleasantly surprised how good it was.
"This is not bad. It actually tastes really great," she praised his cooking and this this time Jack could easily see that she meant it.
They ate in comfortable silence and changed flirty looks over the table.
After they were done with eating the breakfast, Jack stood up and took the plates to the sink.
"I can wash them so you don't have to worry about that, OK?" she offered her help and was now standing up too.
She walked over to the sink and started cleaning the plates when Jack came from the back to wrap his arms around her waist. He entwined his fingers and held his palms on her tummy. Kate put the dishes away and started to lean against his chest.
"Forget the washing up for now. They are not going anywhere but I soon have to. It was hard enough to come up with a decent explanation for why I wasn't at work last night…" he said and put his head on her shoulder.
She leaned her head to rest against his hair and closed her eyes.
"Well last night may had been worth it, don't you agree?"
"Yep," he whispered and turned Kate to face him. "But I can't do that now. I don't want people suspecting anything stupid. The hospital is the best gossip centre, you know?"
Kate moved her eyes to his face and gave him an understanding glance.
He just played with the locks of hair that were framing her face until Kate raised her hands to cup his head.
Forcing him to come lower, she kissed him. Kate was moving her lips slowly and after he had shifted his hands to her back, Jack started responding. He made her come a little bit closer by pressing her with his palms and deepened the kiss.
Kate was surprised how urgent he seemed to be but she didn't consider this to be a bad thing. She parted her lips more and he slid immediately his tongue in.
His hands were now going under her shirt to rub her tummy. She yelped against his mouth when she felt the cold palms on her skin and Jack giggled. She smirked looking him into the eyes and started kissing him again.
Jack was moving his fingers lower on her tummy and Kate noticed this. She put her hands on his chest and withdrew herself from the kiss.
"Come on, Jack. You should be leaving to work. We can't possibly do this now."
He didn't listen and had moved to suck her neck. Kate closed her eyes and tilted her head back as he continue to move his hands lower. She let out a quiet series of moans and tried her hardest to stay strong.
"Jack, I really mean it. The clock is ticking and if you don't leave now, you will be late, big-time."
He stopped kissing her skin and raised his head so that he met her eyes. He glanced at the clock on the wall.
"Sht! You're right. I have to be there in five minutes. Damn it!" he cursed and dashed to get his stuff from upstairs.
Kate watched amused how he ran across the house trying to make up the lost time.
When he finally had everything with him, Jack stopped his running figure in front of her and leaned in to give her one kiss.
He placed his case on the floor and cupped her face between his hands. He took a step closer and made their lips press against each other harder as he was pushing Kate towards the table again.
"Now that's it," she laughed and broke the kiss. "You have to go. Be a man, take your case with you and just go. Leave already!"
He obeyed and when he was walking out of the door he turned back.
"I'll see you tonight," he yelled.
"You can bet on that."
He closed the door behind him and with that, Kate was left alone in his McApartment.