"This is the last time," Kate moaned, her head tossed back.
"I know, I know. And it's just sex," Jack smirked seductively. Since they'd first had sex, they'd utilized every moment alone. It was like when they'd first gotten together, both insatiable for the other. And now, with the house all to themselves, he was able to be as affectionate as he wanted to.
He stood in between her legs while she sat on the kitchen counter. He rubbed the hem of her thin sundress between two fingers, suddenly grateful for the tiny glimpses of her bare thigh. He'd seen it a million times, he'd seen all of her a million times but he had a newfound gratitude for every inch of her.
She leaned in and let her tongue brush against his lower lip. As he kissed her, his fingers fiddled with the tiny straps of her dress. Each shoulder had a small bow that he untied with ease. The top of her sundress fell down, exposing her stomach and breasts.
She grabbed his hair and pulled his mouth to her breast with a moan. Her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer. Her arms wrapped around his neck and kept him pressed against her. Jack lifted her with ease, carrying her to the bedroom.
When he laid her in bed, she cupped the side of his face, pulling him down. Her eyes darkened with lust as she kept her eyes locked with his. Her expression told him all the things she couldn't even admit to herself.
He leaned back as he pushed inside her. He went slow enough that she was begging and moaning for more. He watched his member slide in and out of her. There was something incredibly erotic about watching it and hearing Kate moan to the rhythm of his thrusts. She was so relaxed in his arms. Since the split she'd had her guard up so much that he'd forgotten this side of Kate.
Without warning she flipped him, surprising him with her strength. She climbed on top of him, slamming herself down, taking all of him. She leaned back, letting him grab her hips and control the pace. She held out until she felt him spill himself into her; that send her over the edge.
After, she laid with her head on his chest. Their bodies were naked and covered in beads of sweat. He played with her hair while she drew circles on his chest, letting his tufts of chest hair swirl around her fingers. Neither said a word making it the most intimate part of their evening.
The next day, Jack felt different. He couldn't explain it, but he felt nervous and excited at the idea of seeing Kate, even if she were only in the kitchen. For the first time in a long time, he felt hopeful. He could see the love in Kate's eyes. It was there whether she realized it or not. And that was all he needed.
When Jack checked the mail, he was beyond disappointed to find her insurance check. If she found a house now, he'd never win her back. He couldn't move backwards, not yet. He was so close to winning her back. He'd been able to feel her skin against his, to wake up holding her and to make sure smile. He couldn't lose all of those things, not again. It wasn't right, but he hid the check. He'd give it to her when the time was right, when she was his again.
"Anything for me?" Kate asked. She tried to hide her sense of relief when he said no. She had been dreading that check. Things were so good with Jack that she forgot they weren't together sometimes. This was the man she had fallen in love. She didn't want to give that up now.
"How's the house hunting coming along?"
"I haven't found one I liked," she lied. Actually, she hadn't looked at a single house. She couldn't stand the idea of moving away from Jack.
"Strange. The old house was the first one you saw," he recalled.
"I guess I'll know it when I see it."
"Maybe you should build your own house. You know, exactly how you want?"
"Those take years," Kate sighed. She hated the idea of another house, not unless Jack were moving in with her.
"But it would be absolutely what you want. You deserve to get what you want, Kate." Jack thought a few years would buy him enough time to win her over. And, he'd move anywhere with Kate.
"I'll give it some thought," she said quickly, wanting to avoid the subject. Was it better to avoid thinking of it entirely or to spend a few years building a house she wasn't sure she wanted to live in?
They smiled at each other; both of them hoping the other would forgive them for lying.