Chapter 7: Lust Action Hero

Jack was awakened to the sound of pounding, and this time, it wasn't his own heart. Someone was at his door. He stumbled from the bed and groggily walked to the door. He hadn't bothered to get undressed before going to bed. It wasn't like he was going to get much sleep anyway.

He didn't bother to look through the peep hole. He just opened the door.

"Nattie? What are you doing here?" he asked sleepily. He hadn't seen her since he left Gloria's.

"Mind if I come in?" Without waiting for him to answer, she sauntered inside, the heels of her shoes clicking on the cheap tile.

"No, come on in." Jack said to himself after she had passed. He turned and looked at her. She was wearing a black skirt that skimmed half way up her thighs and a long black shirt that fell barely an inch above the hem of the skirt.

"What did you and Gloria find—"

His sentence was cut short by her walking toward him like a lioness to her prey. The same dangerous gleam was in her gold eyes.

She reached him and ran her hands over his shoulders, down his chest, then up again to lock behind his neck.

"Uh, Nat—"

Her mouth fused to his, stopping his protest before it started. He took her by her wrists and pushed her back.

"What are you doing?" He asked.

She chuckled, and the sound sent shivers along his skin.

Without waiting for another word from him, she undid the button of her skirt and let the material slide down her long legs, where it pooled around her feet. She stepped out of the black ring and closed the distance between them, grabbing his hips and rising on her toes to kiss him again.

Jack was thoroughly confused. Never in all of his years as a liar and manipulator had he been in this situation. He didn't know what to make of it. All he knew was that if he didn't do something, it wouldn't be long before his control snapped like a piece of thread.

She bit his bottom lip. "I know what I'm doing Jack. Believe it or not," she said as she ran her tongue over the place she had just bit, "I've thought this through." She reached for the top button of her shirt. "All you have to do is stand by, and let it happen."

She ran her hands down his gray t-shirt and slipped her hands underneath to feel the planes of his stomach and chest. She took the hem of the shirt in her hands and pulled it over his head, making his hair stick up even more. She pushed him back and looked at him.

He was all firm planes and sinewy muscle. He was not bulky like many men, but rather his muscles were long and lean. She rubbed the palm of her left hand along the chiseled muscles of his chest, down to his pale stomach. She placed her right hand on his side and smiled when she saw his skin quiver. She ran her fingertips along the pink scar that had ended his life so long ago. It ran from his left side, across his navel, down to disappear under the band of his boxers and jeans to end at his right hip.

He sucked in a breath as her fingers played over his skin to dive after the trail of his scar. She tucked her tongue between her teeth and grinned at him. She took his face in her hands and kissed his mouth, her tongue delving inside to explore.

He had taken all he could stand. He wrapped his fingers in the twisted mass of her hair and pulled her head back. She stared at him with wide and excited eyes, silently challenging him to take as he had been taken. He plundered her mouth much the same way she had done his, using lips, tongue, and teeth.

She pushed him back against the inexpensive and stained refrigerator. She moved her hands down to the button of his jeans, all the while watching his eyes go from deep blue to silver and back again.

She pushed his jeans off his hips and pulled him to her once again. She could feel the heat of him through their remaining clothes. She ran her mouth over his throat and down his chest leaving a trail of hot kisses that he thought would surely leave scorch marks on his skin. He gripped her hips and lifted her, slamming her onto the counter. He assaulted her mouth. He took the thin material of her shirt and pulled it apart, sending buttons flying.

He took with his mouth as fiercely as she had done. He scraped his teeth over the sensitive skin at her throat. He attacked her breasts with such ferocity that she knew that she would have bruises later, but she didn't care. Nothing mattered except that he continued on.

She wrapped her legs around his waist. He pushed her back on the counter, none too gently, and continued down her body. Then he was still.

She raised her head. "What? What's the matter?" she panted.

He just stood staring at her with a puzzled smile on his lips. "I've never seen anything as sexy as you look right now."

He gripped her thighs, pulled her more snuggly against him, and took her mouth in a tender but hot kiss.

Her eyes had heated to a glowing gold and they let passion take its course.

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"Wow." Nattie panted.

That was all she could say. She was sore and bruised, but she wouldn't have traded one second of the...intense...mating of bodies that she had just been initiated to.

Finding the energy to roll off her, Jack reached for the bedside table to get a cigarette. As he lit one, he heard Nattie chuckle, and was amazed that he felt himself stirring again. He looked over at her.

She looked like a cat that just ate an entire family of birds. If she had a tail, it would be twitching contentedly.

"What?" He asked.

She placed a hand over her mouth. "Sorry. I just got tickled. The cigarette thing. You know, the whole cliché'."

He grinned and finished his cigarette. Kissing her again, they drifted to sleep.

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Later that morning, Jack was pulled from the first fit less sleep he had had in...well, ever, by the smell of coffee.

He rose to see Nattie, clad in her black shirt, standing at the sink. Her shirt was open except for the two remaining buttons, and exposed half of one pink and bruised breast. He felt himself go hard at the sight of her.

"Good morning." Her voice was throatier than usual, and her eyes looked...different, but she was still the most beautiful creature he had ever seen.

Without a word, he walked up behind her and drew the shirt over her head. Gripping her shoulders, he spun her to face him with a dangerous glow in his eyes.

"I don't think so buddy. Not before my cof--" the protest died in a strangled gasp as he lifted her from the floor and pinned her against the wall. He wrapped her legs around his waist and braced his arm on the wall beside her.

"Jack!"

He closed his mouth over hers and almost went mad at the throaty whimper. After they had both reached their peaks, he set her on her unsteady feet, kissed her, and helped himself to a cup of coffee.