AN: Same disclaimers Apply. WARNING This chapter contains sexual content that is not appropriate for those under age. Use your own discretion as to whether you are mature enough for the material. It can easily be jumped over and is not paramount to the continuation of the story. Hope Every one Enjoys it.
EN ROUTE TO VILLA – SYROS, GREECE
Jack had refocused enough to thank Dr. Maridakos for allowing him to view the procedure and was assured he would be called as soon as the RFLP results were in. Dr. Maridakos was hopeful the results of that test would have a different outcome than the PCR.
With a twenty minute drive ahead of him, Jack figured he could take the time to sort out his thoughts. The three days he had spent on the island had seemed surreal; a product of a combined dream and nightmare. For the first time in his adult life, Jack wanted desperately to call his daughter for support.
His existence had become one great spectacle to behold. Nothing was simple or concrete, not even claims of paternity could be believed. Jack yearned for the days of old, when the words his wife spoke could be believed and trusted; where those words were his greatest truth.
{FLASHBACK}
A year of married life had done nothing to dull Jack's hunger for his wife. The thirteen months since exchanging their vows merely solidified their emotional and physical relationship. His missions with the Agency were many in number but short on length, giving him plenty of time to send with Laura.
His wife had begun work on her dissertation for her doctorate, hoping to have it completed by the end of the spring semester. She split her time working as an associate professor at UMBC and writing her thesis from the comfort of their home.
Three weeks before her final school year commenced they had moved into a three-bedroom apartment in Jack's building. Laura had expressed her love for the beauty of the complex but felt she needed an office of her own to work out of. Jack had let her take command of their move and organize the rental of the new unit, as he conveniently spent the greater part of their moving month on business.
Sighing with relief, Jack ticked off the final day of the week, thankful he wasn't a weekend employee unless there was an emergency. He couldn't wait to see Laura after the boring day he had been forced to endure. But there was a little snag in his bliss.
For the past week Laura had asked him to read what she had written of her thesis and critique it. After long days reading intelligence and going over endless files he was loath to set eyes on another piece of paper but like the dutiful husband he was, he always tried to get through it.
The past few nights he had read the first page and the last two but couldn't seem to concentrate long enough to get through the middle of the paper, so he skipped it. Tonight he was determined to read the entire thing, whether he lapsed into a coma or not.
"Laura!" He called as he walked in the door.
"Study!" She returned.
Jack dropped his briefcase at the front hall making a mental note to take it into his office later that evening and proceeded down the hallway to his wife.
"Still working?" He leaned against the doorframe with a smile.
"I'm actually just about to take a break." She greeted him with a lingering kiss. "I missed you today." She pulled his tie loose from around his neck, throwing it over her chair and undid the top two buttons on his shirt.
"I miss you everyday." Jack wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her until she pulled back.
"Do you have the energy to look through my thesis again tonight? Dinner will be ready in an hour and I'm just going to watch TV until I decompress enough to eat." Laura played with the lapels on the suit jacket he still wore.
"Sure. Why don't you go relax for a while and I'll finish reading the paper." Jack kissed her forehead.
"Thanks Sweetheart. And maybe this time you can read the middle of the paper instead of just the beginning and end?" Laura batted her eyelashes, mocking him.
Jack's eye widened. "How did you know I haven't read the middle of the paper?"
"Let's just say I didn't get the response I would have expected from you if you had." She nipped at his chin playfully, kissed his cheek and retreated to the living room to watch TV.
Jack watched after her before sitting in her chair and picking up the paper, already twenty pages thick. What worried him was that the pages he held were only the introduction. Resigning himself to his fate, he striped himself of his jacket and began the arduous task of reading.
By the forth page he was already feeling his brain begin to numb from the effort to focus but the second paragraph caught his attention. Encased in brackets in the middle of one of her sentences Laura had written something else.
[Jack, I'm pregnant]
The sentence continued at the closure of the brackets as though the written words had not just changed his life. Jack remained seated for a few minutes longer, his mouth unable to close as the torrent of his thoughts remained centered on the page. Time passed quickly and before he knew it, he was out of the chair and standing in front of Laura in the living room.
"Is it true?" He voice was barely more than a whisper.
"That people will consciously or subconsciously miss or skip the middle of a story, paper or article: yes. And often times it is the most important and life-altering part of the author's work." Laura maintained a straight face although relieved her husband had finally read the forth page.
"We're having a baby." Jack dropped down beside her on the couch.
"About seven months from now." The exertion was too great to keep her smile at bay. Laura lit up with the force of her happiness. "Isn't it incredible?" She grabbed his hands.
"Unbelievable." Jack breathed. He captured her in a crushing hug and managed to take her lips with his own. "Aren't you worried at all?" Jack asked once he had pulled away.
"Terrified. But I've got you and we'll be alright." She kept smiling brightly, eliciting a similar one from her husband.
"You're amazing." He kissed her again, holding her close for as long as he could.
After a few minutes lost in each other and their joy on the couch, Laura had laid her forehead upon his. "Jack, honey?"
"Yeah."
"You still haven't finished reading my paper." Laura couldn't reign in the laughter that materialized at seeing the look on Jack's face.
{END FLASHBACK}
Jack wished for his young naivete once more; more than happy to live an existence that was ignorant as opposed to tormented. The saddest thing about the memory was the piece of paper he still kept locked in one of his drawers at home, proclaiming the conception of his daughter.
The memory also served up a moment of remorse for the hateful comments he had directed at Irina that morning but it only lasted until the dreams from the night before resurfaced. Twenty years of treachery, three days of half-truths and glimpses of understanding could not erase the hurt he felt over Irina's activities in the past. Whether out of desperation or want, selling her body to the highest bidder was not something he was willing to overlook.
The day was hot, reaching records for the evening warmth but it was nothing compared to the inferno he faced when he arrived at the villa. Spending even one more hour with Irina could prove to be fatal, although to whom he wasn't sure.
Leaving the island from the hospital had crossed Jack's mind but it would not do to leave Irina with only his hurtful parting words. He had a new plan of action with respect to Irina; one he hoped would get him everything out of her he wanted.
VILLA
Irina looked at the clock on the oven, its red numbers screaming six-thirty at her. She had spent the day cleaning up the debris from her living room tirade. The tiny shards of crystal had been difficult to capture but eventually she felt safe to walk barefoot on the floor. Jack's cloths, however, had not been rescued from the pool nor did she have any intention of scooping them out.
Receiving a sharp kick in her side, Irina looked down and smiled. "Okay, I'm going to make dinner right now. Don't worry; I wouldn't give your father the satisfaction of making me lose my appetite."
Tugging on the fridge door exposed all of the meal options Irina had at her disposal. "Let's give daddy a special surprise for dinner tonight, I'm sure he'll need it after his day at the lab. What do you think?" She tapped her fingers against her stomach, getting a kick in response. "Well then, we should get to work." Items accumulated on the counter in preparation of the evening meal.
Jack walked through the front door at seven thirty into the sweet aroma of lamb, roasted potatoes and braised vegetables. He wasn't sure what he had expected after his outburst earlier that morning but a warm meal was not even in the ballpark of ideas.
The living room looked slightly barren and colourless in comparison to the morning. A few of the items Irina had displayed in the room were missing, taking with them the vibrant accenting hues.
"Irina?" He called.
"Kitchen." Was her faint reply.
Jack pushed his muscles to comply with his brain and walk toward the kitchen.
"What's all this?" Jack eyed the many dishes on the counters and the fee already on the table.
"Dinner."
Figuring he wasn't going to elicit more than monosyllabic responses from her, Jack moved out of her way. From his place beside the table he glimpsed the passive pallet masking as her face, completely devoid of emotion.
"What happened in the living room?" His hands grasped the back of a kitchen chair.
"I decided to go with a different motif." Her words were rushed and unchecked, not as calculating as she usually sounded.
"Sit." She commanded gently.
Jack complied, dishing out the food in sizable portions onto his plate. "You made all my favorites." He acknowledged.
"I suppose I did."
"You hate lamb." He added.
"And you love it." Irina looked directly at him after taking her seat.
"Thank you." Jack spoke into his plate.
The glimmer of regret he had for the morning blossomed with every bite he took of his meal. The weight of the test results sat heavy between them for the better part of dinner, until Jack could tolerate the agonizing stand-off no longer.
"The baby is mine." The words echoed in the otherwise still house.
Irina's head remained down but her eyes jumped up, heavy under her brow. "Help me out Jack; it's been a while since I've used certain English expressions. What's the one I'm looking for in this instance?"
"I told you so?" Jack raised his eyebrows, implying innocence.
"Nope, not it." Irina pretended to ponder the thought. "You're an ass." She quirked an eyebrow. "Yes, that is the one."
"I'm sorry if I'm not inclined to give you the benefit of the doubt. You've been using your body for information for so long, how was I to know it the baby was truly mine?"
The bark of laughter Irina released was enough to make Jack drop his fork. "Where ever did you get an idea like that?" Jack appeared unimpressed. "I must say, I not only resent the comment and take affront but it is belittling to women in our business."
Irina placed her fork down, adopting a regal posture within her seat. "You've seen Sydney use sex appeal to draw in her target for information but she has never slept with anyone for it, at least not that I know of." She eyed Jack for a sign she was wrong but received only a nod of affirmation. "I am just as capable of making myself appealing enough to pull the informant in and getting the intel before he or she, as the case may be, gets within a foot of me."
"Would you like some insight into the last twenty years of my sex life?" Irina ground out a little harder, pleased with the cringed Jack wasn't quite able to cover. "It didn't exist."
"Pardon?" Jack leaned forward.
"The 'sexual experiences' of Irina has been a closed book for twenty years, until Panama of course."
"I find that hard to believe." Jack was still trying to assimilate the concept behind her words.
"Really." Irina drew out. "After what you saw of my imprisonment at Kashmir, you find it hard to believe I would have an aversion to sex?" Irina folded her hands on top of the table. Comprehension dawned in Jack's eyes, fanning the flames of his regret.
"The first year after I escaped, I lived as a recluse. In part to hide from the KGB and CIA as well as avoid human contact. I felt dirty and worthless, marked with the perversion of the men of that facility. It was in my second year that I found Rambaldi." Irina admitted solemnly. "I thought he was the answer to all of my injustice and pain. I devoted five years of my life to studying his works, immersing myself so deeply in his ideas and theories that they had become an extension of me." Irina dropped her eyes to investigate the surface of the table. "I may resent Rambaldi for stealing five years of my life but what I must appreciate, was that in the end it was his works that saved me."
Jack didn't seem to follow her explanation, cocking an eyebrow to urge Irina to elaborate. "At the end of that first year I was six foot and ninety pounds. I wasn't able to eat, or sleep. I couldn't look at myself in the mirror because all I saw was a hollow whore who wasn't even worthy of her own child."
Jack's stomach rolled as he heard a variation of his words from the morning tossed back at him. He realized, if Irina were a weaker person his words would have sent her over the precipice of sanity, never to return. With that thought, the guilt began creeping up his spine. Irina didn't seem to notice the change in Jack's demeanor, as she was engrossed in telling her story.
"Rambaldi may have given me a false hope but for five years it was all the hope I had. At the conclusion of those years, when I recognized Rambaldi for the delusional, lonely man he was I may not have been ready to take my own life but sex was the furthest thing from my mind. Having your body violated in such a manner is not something you get over quickly if ever."
While her account made sense, Jack's dream made one more appearance in his conscious thought. "Cuvee?"
"One of my many male callers while I was imprisoned. The sick bastard thought I wanted it and he believed as much even twenty years later. It took all of my will power not to vomit when he touched me a few months ago. My only consolation was that if I didn't cooperate he would likely do to Sydney what he did to me."
Shuddering at the thought, Jack closed his eyes to bring order to his emotions. "In some ways I suppose you're right though, my body was used to service many while I was in prison." A shrug accompanied the comment.
"No." Jack swallowed hard. "What they did to you in that prison was not what I meant. Being raped is not something I would ever condemn you for. It is an act so despicable it isn't worth the energy of your explanation. I have never been so wrong about anything in my life Irina."
"Well then, you have your answer." Irina stood from the table cautiously, Jack mirroring her actions.
"You didn't seem troubled in Panama when we made-" Jack fumbled subtlety. "Had sex."
"I knew you wouldn't hurt me." Irina allowed her eyes to meet Jack's. "It wasn't that I had gone twenty years without a man's touch; I had gone twenty years without your touch. I wasn't going to let an opportunity to rectify that to pass me by." Had the kitchen been drafty Jack wouldn't have heard her low spoken words. "I hadn't felt desire in two decades and then I saw you. The feeling was so foreign to me I thought I was ill. But I suppose it doesn't take the body long to remember."
"When we were together, before and after we were married, were you….." Jack's stomach burned with the implied question, guilt from his earlier remarks not allowing him to finish the sentence.
"I was never with anyone else while we were together. My superiors, thankfully, took my assignment with you seriously. They weren't about to jeopardize my position by extending the nature of my duties. That happens to include the murders of numerous CIA agents."
"You confessed to the murders Irina." Jack rolled his eyes at her denial.
"In your own words that was a manipulation. And I couldn't very well blame a dead man for the crimes without proof to back up my story. I have an inkling the CIA wouldn't have been too interested in wasting funds proving my innocence." Crossing her arms over her chest, Irina walked toward the patio doors.
"Who is responsible then?" Jack called after her.
"Khasinau. He had been the one to recruit me into the KGB and he felt protective of my position. He saw the extra curricular assignments Russia was giving me as an oversight. He told me not to worry about them and that he would take care of the problem. When I gained power as 'The Man' Khasinau approached me, blackmailed me into making him my second in command." Irina answered Jack's unasked question. "He was going to expose me for the 'gutless fraud' that I was to my employees and business associates. He exploited the fact that I didn't kill those agents until finally I killed him." Irina smiled ironically. "Apparently I'm not as gutless as Alexander presumed."
"And you have proof?" Jack walked with her outside.
"There are dates of deaths for all of the agents. I have solid alibis for ten of them. The other two I don't; however, it would go to pattern and Khasinau definitely had one."
"Total disfigurement." Jack frowned at the sharp pain still biting at his stomach.
"You've got the answer to many of your questions Jack. In regard to my sexual activities: I wasn't with anyone else thirty years ago, I haven't been with any since my experiences in Kashmir and if you can think back to our first time together, I'm sure you'll find yourself sufficiently enlightened as to my complete sexual history."
{FLASHBACK}
Although Jack and 'Laura' had been dating for four months, their time together had been somewhat limited. Jack's time was already pulled in ten different directions without adding a girlfriend to the mix. Irina knew enough not to complain about his schedule or the mere hours they spent together each week.
She found herself living for the weekends when Jack was not cramming for a final or rushing to complete an assignment and instead was focused on her. She knew that as an agent she should not want the undivided attention of her mark nor should she miss him when he was not a phone call away but the eighteen year old in her craved the safety and warmth his embrace held.
Exams had ended for Christmas with many of the students already escaping the campus. Jack was not leaving until the twentieth of the month, choosing to spend the last four days in town with Irina.
For all of the forwardness their first date possessed, they were still quite innocent in their affections for each other, neither taking the step to initiate anything more intimate. That all changed the evening after their last swim practice of the year.
"Jack, would you mind-" Irina was cut off.
"You go shower and I'll start on dinner." He captured her lips in a soft kiss that quickly turned into more. Their kisses of late had been turning more passionate, startling both of them.
"I like cooking with you. You've been working so much this past month, we barely have time to say hi, let alone prepare a meal." Irina slid closer in Jack's arms. "I've missed you lately." She spoke shyly.
"I've missed you too." Jack's lips trailed a slow path down the side of her neck, his hands playing at the hem of her t-shirt. "I don't want to waste time preparing a meal; I have some leftovers from last night that we can heat up. I'd rather kiss you than cook with you." Jack kissed the smile on her lips.
"Leftovers sound good." Irina breathed a sigh as his tongue ran the length of her jaw, stopping to press tiny kisses along the way. She pulled away reluctantly, running her hands down his chest. "I'm going to have a shower." She leaned in to kiss him softly before retreating to the bathroom.
Jack took a moment to slow his breathing and calm his racing heart. It was getting harder and harder to pull away from Irina but she hadn't given any indication she as ready to sleep with him. He prided himself on being a gentleman; not interested in pressuring his girlfriend into something she was ready for.
He smiled a little at the thought remembering on more than one occasion when they had fallen asleep on the couch together after swim practice. The feel of her body pressed against him fully clothed was enough to send him soaring; the thought of her naked nearly put him on the floor.
Before he forgot himself completely, Jack pulled out the leftover chicken and vegetables, cut up the meat and threw it all into a frying pan. Starting another pot boiling, he set some rice to cook. When the rice was simmering and the chicken and vegetables had been heated and seasoned adequately, Jack retreated to his own bathroom to shower.
"Jack?" Irina called from the apartment's second bathroom. Getting no reply, she listened for sounds from the other rooms.
Cracking the door marginally, she could hear the water running in Jack's room. With a towel wrapped securely around her body, she crept into his bedroom and opened his closet doors.
She had been so quick to retreat from the heat of Jack's kisses she had forgotten to take a change of cloths from his wardrobe. Showering at his house and borrowing a pair of pants and shirt had become a ritual of sorts for the two of them.
As she perused the selection of sweatpants and t-shirts Irina grew pensive. Tonight, something had changed. She had not been ignorant to the feel of attraction for a man but no man had ever made her feel quite like Jack could.
Having spent every waking hour training or educating herself, Irina had not had time for boys before joining the KGB. Once part of the agent training program, her focused had shifted to being the best marksmen, linguist, observer and fighter, yet again leaving little time for recreational activities.
Her experience with men had been limited to a few kisses and comments implying more but sex remained an illusive concept to her. Russia may have had a revolution in the early nineteen hundreds but it had not been sexual. The society was still rigid and repressed with respect to sex; Irina had not been interested in challenging the boundaries as there had been no one who interested her.
But Jack Bristow interested her. To the point of leaving her a quivering mass, anxious for even the illusion of his presence. Making up her mind that the first move would have to be made by her, she selected her attire for the evening from Jack's closet and journeyed into the kitchen.
Jack threw on a pair of jeans and t-shirt proclaiming UMBC athletics before leaving his room.
"Laura, I just realized I didn't give you-" His speech died suddenly at the sight of her in his kitchen. Jack lost his breath seeing her standing nonchalantly in front of the stove wearing one of his crisp white dress shirts and little if anything else.
"I hope you don't mind, I borrowed one of your shirts." She tossed over her shoulder as she turned off the simmering burners.
"Mind?" Jack's strangled word earned him a bright smile from Irina.
"I was thinking too, that maybe we didn't have to eat right away." She seemed to float towards him.
"What?" Caught in a fog, Jack seemed doomed to continue to make an ass of himself. He was acting like a mindless fool and while he wasn't an expert where sex was concerned he wasn't exactly a novice.
Irina kissed him hungrily then trailed her lips to his ear. "The food can keep for one more day." She whispered and sucked gently.
Having Irina grab his hands and pull him down the hallway gave Jack enough time to understand what was going on. Irina hauled him close, working her hands under his shirt.
"You sure about this?" Jack prayed she answered yes.
"Hell yes. It's not a coincidence I'm always wet when I'm with you and I'm not talking about the pool or shower." She told him, pulling his shirt over her head.
Jack groaned in response. "You don't know how hard it's been stopping myself from doing this when we're together." Jack ran his hands up the outside of Irina thighs, and under the shirt. "You're not wearing any underwear." She pulled his head to hers, tongues dueling in an epic battle.
"I never have underwear on after I shower here." Jack groaned again at the thought. "I always seem to forget I can't put my swimsuit back on.
"If I had known…." Jack trailed off.
"What?" Irina prodded.
"If I had known I never would have been able to think straight with you around." Jack undid the buttons on the shirt, revealing the creamy expanse of her breast to his hungry eyes. "Not that I can think straight around you as it is." His lips descended over one pink nipple, lapping at the texture while sampling the surface around. His hands continued to undo the buttons on the shirt until she was fully exposed to his gaze.
"Always beautiful." He spoke softly to which she smiled. His mouth moved to the other breast, giving it the same treatment as the first. Irina ran her hands through his hair, desperate to get closer to him.
"Pants." She struggled to undo the button on the jeans with Jack's tongue circling her breast and his fingers burning a path down her stomach. Finally she opened the fly and pulled Jack's lips from his ministrations on her breast. "I want to feel you." She told him in earnest.
Jack rid himself of his jeans and underwear without moving from the cocoon of her arms. While he had been distracted with his pants, Irina had tossed the shirt to the floor.
When she heard Jack's grunt of relief at getting his pants off, she used the element of surprise to push him down on the bed, covering his body with her own. "My turn." She declared.
Irina placed soft kisses down his chest, circling his navel and tracing the same path back up with her tongue. Jack's hands played over her breasts, glorifying in the response her nipples gave him.
Sealing her lips over Jack's, Irina' s hands continued to roam his body. As they encountered his prominent erection, he let out a gasp of surprise. He caught the dark glint in Irina's eyes as she proceeded back down his body, sucking and kissing the surface of his skin along the way.
"Why did we wait so long to do this?" Irina leaned back to get a good look at Jack's body.
"I have no ide-" Jack sucked in a deep breath when Irina's lips touched his sensitive shaft. With agonizing slowness she ran her energetic tongue down the length of him, stopping to suck the tip, while the pads of her fingers teased his balls. "Laura, you have to stop or I'll-"
"Shh, I'm busy." She admonished.
Jack pulled at the vestiges of self-restraint, tugging Irina away from his lap and back up his body. He flipped them over on the bed, positioning himself between her legs.
"I didn't get past your incredible breasts last time. It's only fair I get my turn over, I mean both of us believing so strongly in equal opportunity and everything." His sly grin ignited a chuckle from Irina although it contained a nervous element.
It was scary to give herself over to another person and trust they wouldn't hurt her. It was nerve-wracking thinking about the event she was about to take part in, one that many saw as life altering.
Jack's mouth had made it all the way to the junction at the top of her thighs, silently urging her legs further apart. As his warm mouth made contact with the edge of her folds, she stiffened slightly.
"Relax." Jack whispered, massaging her right breast and stroking the inside of her thigh.
When his mouth descended on her core once again, the tension disappeared. Irina threw her head back at the sensations he was igniting in her body, arching her back to get closer to his mouth. Jack's teeth scraped delicately of the sensitive nub causing her to wither beneath him.
"Sh*t!" Irina exclaimed, grasping a handful of Jack's hair, hoping his mouth would never stop. He chuckled at her expression; the vibrations against her center exciting her more.
"Jack, stop for a second." Irina pulled at his neck, to get him back up her body.
"Are you okay?" Concerned marred the desire in his eyes.
"Amazing." She took a shuddering breath. "I just needed to say something before we got any further."
"Birth control?" Jack guessed, his hands and lips taking liberties over her breasts and neck.
"No I'm on the Pill." Irina paused to sort her thoughts. "Jack, I've never done this before." Her shy admittance rocked him.
His groin tightened further as he looked at her. She was flushed and breathing heavy against the pale blue of his sheets. "You've never done this before." The words were a mix of incredulity and awe. "But you...I mean you're…what you did before…" Jack stumbled over his words.
"Anything I did earlier could be learned in a book. I'm not having second thoughts Jack, I just wanted to let you know." Irina trailed her fingers down his muscular arm, currently holding him above her.
"I'm glad you did." Jack kissed her again. He shifted and his hard member rubbed against the warmth of her folds causing Irina to gasp.
"Jack, I want to feel you." Her forehead pressed against his as he felt his control slipping. "Inside me." Her added declaration nearly pushed him over the edge.
"You're sure." Jack investigated her face, only to find a desire soaked expression and a reassuring grin.
"Please, I need you." She pulled his lips down to hers.
"Oh God." Jack shook with excitement. Their lips opened to each other, tongues sliding back and forth against one another. Jack took himself in hand and guided his length to Irina's opening.
Inching himself into her, Jack held onto his control with his fingertips. It seemed the further he got inside, the tighter and hotter she became. Jack tore his lips from hers to watch her face. Her eyes were wide in wonder at the feel of him moving deeper inside her.
Jack felt resistance against his progression into her warmth and stopped to eye her carefully. Irina's wide smile greeted him as she dragged his head down for an ardent kiss. Jack was so lost in the feel of her lips and the partial submersion inside of her, that he didn't realize until too late that she had grasped his ass and driven him all the way inside, despite the discomfort she would have felt.
Neither moved for minutes that stretched on like hours. Jack didn't think he could without ending their passion a little too early, while Irina just tried to adjust to the feel of him.
"Honey, you're so tight. I don't think I can move." Sweat beaded on Jack's skin at the struggle to maintain his control.
"I won't break Jack. Please, I need to feel you moving." Irina rotated her hips as an incentive.
Jack groaned, responding to the movement. He pulled out to the tip and slid back in again. Irina shut her eyes against the white-hot combination of pain and pleasure he was giving her. She knew it wasn't possible but in spite of what she told Jack, his length and thickness felt as though it was splitting her in two.
Moving his hand between them, Jack located her taunt nub once again, squeezing and rubbing it in tune with their body's thrusts. Jack's thrusts became shorter as he strained for release. Irina met him each time he drove into her, lifting her hips off the bed for a better angle.
Feeling her walls clench around him, Jack dropped his head to suckle on one of her breast. She twisted beneath him, reaching the zenith of her pleasure and spiraling down.
"Jack, Jack, Jack. S*it! Oh God. Don't stop." Her string of expletives finally broke his weary grip on his control and sent him falling after her. He exploded within the confines of her body, relieved at the release he was able to find.
Dropping his head beside her on the bed, Jack held her close to him. "Are you alright?" He asked finally, fearful of her answer.
"Alright? Jack, that was incredible. I can't even….most women don't experience orgasm their first time." She ran her hands through his unruly hair and shifted from underneath him. "But then, most women don't have you." Her lips claimed his gently.
"No woman has me but you." Jack's hand held the side of her face.
"Hold me until I'm alert enough to have you again." Irina snuggled closer to Jack.
"You expect me to be able to do that again?" Jack said in mock astonishment.
"I have faith in you." She kissed the side of his neck. "But next time, I'm on top." Jack watched as her face lit up with her smile.
"I always knew you were a quick study." Jack tightened one of his arms around his lover's body and pulled the sheet up from the end of the bed with the other. They were both quiet for a while, basking in the after glow of their union. "Thank you for trusting me." Jack whispered.
"Thank you for making it so easy to trust you." Irina closed her eyes against him. Her handler would be pleased to know she had made it this far with Bristow. Their meeting wasn't for another few months, which she was glad for. It gave her time to force herself out of love with the man pressed tightly against her. His hand ran up and down her back, soothing her to sleep. She would start hating him tomorrow she promised herself.
{END FLASHBACK}
Tomorrow had never come for Irina. Instead she had spent months preparing to mask her emotions in front of her handler's watchful gaze. Irina wrapped her arms around her body, looking out at the darkened sky.
"Your country asked a lot of you." Jack broke through their respective reveries. "You gave your virginity to them."
"No Jack!" Irina spun sharply to look at him. "I gave it to you, you idiot. I gave you my innocence, my trust and my heart. You are the only man I've every wanted, the only man I've ever trusted but I lost all of that twenty years ago and now I'm losing it again."
The guilt at the morning's events finally ran over, causing Jack to reach out and grab the only thing that could steady him: Irina. The sharp pains in his stomach returned as he held her close, pleased with the feel of her body pressed against his.
"I'm sorry for my behaviour this morning. I was jealous, thinking you had been with other men. I can't justify it or explain it but I want you to know how wrong I was, how sorry I am for the things I said. You've been willing to open up to me about your life, I promise to make an effort to open up about Sydney's and mine." Jack kissed her hair instinctively.
"Jack Bristow was jealous over a whore?" Irina disentangled herself from his embrace.
"No, he was jealous over his wife." His voice was forceful. "I had no right or reasons to speak to you the way I did today. I was an arrogant ass." With a furrowed brow Jack glanced at the ground.
"But you're my arrogant ass." Irina allowed a smile to light her features.
Placing a hesitant hand on the side of her face, Jack leaned down to cover her lips with his. They tasted sweet and soft, inviting him in. Jack was slow in reacting to the invitation for his tongue, wanting to give Irina time to pull away if she chose. Instead she grew closer, pushing more insistently on his lips.
Separating was a dilemma as neither could catch their breath nor did they wish to break the kiss. Oxygen won the battle, tearing their lips apart but pushing their bodies closer together. The outside lights lit the patio and pool, casting an outline of the items floating in the water.
Jack recognized his cloths littering the pool's surface and realized Irina had not been as forgiving as he had thought. "What, you didn't burn them?" He joked, keeping her wrapped in his arms.
Irina leaned back enough to look up at him with a shrug. "I didn't have my blowtorch handy." Jack felt his stomach roll and burn with pain once again.
"Is it safe to assume the living room's redecoration was also a result of my horrific tirade this morning?" He shifted uncomfortably, trying to ease the pain he felt.
"You always were brilliant." She raised her eyebrows. Jack winced slightly as the fire grew anew in his side, bending over to quell it. "Jack?" Irina watched him with a sinking feeling.
"I'm fine, just a little stomach pain. I likely ate too much." Jack brushed off her concern.
Realization dawned in her eyes at Jack's pain followed closely by fear and remorse. Her 'surprise' was about to make its presence known. "What have I done?" She cried faintly.
~TBC~