AN: Thought now would be a good time to update...considering I've been updating elsewhere. WARNING! This chapter contains sexual content and language. Please don't read if you're under age.
DAY 5 - VILLA, SYROS
"Jack!" Irina called from the downstairs patio.
"I'm on the roof." He hollered back.
Night had arrived with stunning stealth, catching Irina off guard as she woke from her after dinner nap. Jack had insisted she rest while he tidied up after their meal. She had no intention of sleeping, but her fatigue had got the better of her.
Irina climbed the outdoor stairs pleased the outside lights brightened her steps. She paused briefly at the second story patio, listening to the faint music from elsewhere on the island. The higher she climbed the louder the sounds became. Once the sensitive skin of her feet encountered the blades of grass covering the roof, the music could be heard clearly if somewhat quietly.
"What are you doing up here?" She caught sight of Jack instantly. His body stretched out on one of the lounge chairs.
"Watching the stars and listening to the party across the inlet." Sure enough, Irina saw a multitude of lights shining brightly across the water.
"I fell asleep." She drew a hand over her eyes.
"I know. I came looking for you after I finished tidying up. I figured I would just let you sleep." He sat up a little, pleased when she sat on the side of his lounge chair.
"I don't know why I was so tired, we didn't do anything today."
"Not true, we got reacquainted." Jack's fingers caressed her shoulder, travelling down her arm.
"Is that what you call making out like shameless teenagers on the couch all day." Irina grinned in measured amusement.
"All day wasn't spent that way. We did break to eat." Jack lay back against the chair, looking at the sky.
"Not what I wished we'd been eating." Jack missed Irina's words as they were spoken under her breath. His head already turned back to the darkened sky. "What have you been thinking about out here?" Her voice had dropped, not wanting to break the calm of the moment.
"Everything. In short, you." Jack returned his eyes to the brown of hers. Pushing himself up he tucked a stray hair behind her ear, mimicking the habit she and their daughter possessed. "I like it here. It's peaceful." Leaning in to kiss her he smiled. "The company's pretty great too." He kissed her again.
"Jack Bristow flattery; oh how I've missed that particular brand." She slid her hand down his arm to play over the fingers still against her face.
"Is the baby active tonight?" His eyes dipped to glance at her stomach
"What do you think woke me?" Irina chuckled softly.
Placing his bare feet on the rooftop grass, Jack walked around the chair to stand in front of Irina, extending his hand, mischief gleaming in his eyes.
"What?" Irina placed her hand in his, trying to read his intention.
Jack pulled her up and to him, feeling her relax immediately. "I seem to recall us dancing often while you were pregnant with Sydney. You swore the rocking motion helped to sooth the baby to sleep." Together, they began to sway to the sound from across the distance.
Twining her arms behind his head, Irina placed her cheek against Jack's. He held her tight with one hand at the small of her back, the other between her shoulder blades. Neither took a step too large that would draw them apart, happy to rotate in slow, tiny circles.
"It also gives me an excuse to get close to you." Jack whispered just above her ear.
Irina drew back to look at him. "You don't need an excuse." Moving her lips back to their place next to his ear. "I like the casual look Jack. You always have looked…delicious in t-shirts and shorts." Her teeth scraped over his earlobe.
Jack's hands massaged her back lightly. "Well, you happen to take my breath away in anything you wear. But I did notice this particular outfit is lacking a drawstring."
She felt his smile against her head, before seeing it. Pulling back to glance down at her cloths, Irina brought her eyes back up to Jack's with laughter and self-pity lighting her them. Her tank top was light blue stretch cotton with ties at both the arms while the pants were Khaki capris.
"Truthfully, I feel like I'm going to burst out of these pants. I wore them a week ago and they fit fine. I'm going to have a button imprint on my abdomen soon." Jack shook with laughter, burying his face in her hair to preserve the gentleness of the moment.
"Are you laughing at me Jonathan?" Irina's hot breath floated over his ear.
"Sorry Sweetheart." Jack sobered, a smile still possessing his lips. "Is there anything I can do for you?"
"Yes." Irina breathed in a whisper. "You can remove my pants." Ensuring her words were received in the proper context she trailed her tongue down the side of his neck.
"What happened to not being ready?" Jack's breath hitched when her lips clamped down on the side of his neck, sucking greedily.
"That was last night. I've had almost twenty-four hours to lament our decision last night and decide that if you don't fck me soon, I'm going to lose whatever sanity I have managed to retain over the last twenty years without you."
Jack's hands moved under the back of her shirt, pulling her hips as close as her slightly swollen stomach would allow. "We had Panama." Jack turned his head to capture her lips with his, taking everything she was offering him.
"It only made the need worse. It would be like giving a recovering addict a shot of heroin, they have to go through withdrawal all over again." Irina's hands traveled down Jack's chest, trailing over the bulge already forming in his shorts. When he laughed she eyed him inquisitively.
"Sorry, I just thought of Sydney's friend Will." Jack kissed her again.
"Should I be worried?" Irina kidded. Jack appeared as though he was going to explain but she stopped him. "Tell me later, I have a rapidly growing matter to take care of."
The teasing evaporated into the hot night sky, leaving the past and present to collided in a heady mixture of passion and need. Mouths clamped down on one another, battling for control. They separated long enough to discard their shirts, making quick work of Irina's bra as well.
Jack's thumbs brushed back and forth over Irina's erect nipples, pleased when she moaned into his mouth. He balanced each breast in a hand, noticing their increased weight and size since Panama. When she had been pregnant with Sydney, he had loved to spend his nights cataloguing the changes in her body with his hands and tongue, knowing she was more sensitive in all his favourite places.
Bending down, he took one breast into his mouth, sucking gently. His tongue circled her nipple, grazing the surface with his teeth intermittently. He grew harder when he felt her shudder beneath his mouth, her fingers getting lost in his hair as she tried to bring him closer. He kissed and nipped his way to her other breast, eager to bestow it with the same treatment.
Splitting his focus, his hands traveled down her soft curving stomach and undid the button on her pants, pulling them down her hips. Irina cooperated and kicked them away from her feet with such force they sailed over the edge of the roof to the second story patio.
Not knowing how much longer she could withstand the feel of his mouth on her sensitive nipples, she drew his head back to her, thrusting her tongue passed his teeth and lips, branding his mouth as hers.
The feel of her bare breasts against the skin of his chest caused a squeak to escape from deep in her throat, startling Jack enough that she could lower herself in front of him. One hand landed on his ass while the other played at the crease of his groin and thigh. With a flick of her wrist the button on his shorts opened, giving Jack some relief from the tension it created against his ever-growing erection and his eyes closed when Irina's teeth drew the zipper of his shorts down.
Ridding him of the shorts and boxers in one fluid tug, Jack's penis sprang free. Irina's eyes darkened and she licked her lips, anticipating the taste of him. Before Jack could react her mouth had covered as much of him as it could.
"Oh God." He cried, his hands anchoring in her dark brown tresses. Irina alternated between running her tongue around the circumference of his penis and sucking him deep into her throat. Her hand cupped his balls, weighing them much as he had her breasts.
"Irina, you have to stop I'm going to-" Jack felt his orgasm approaching, unable to stop it. Just before he thought he would be coming in her mouth, her hand clamped down on his shaft, effectively stopping his release.
"I'm not ready for this to be over quite yet. You have to be inside me for that." She smiled up at him with self-satisfaction.
Jack hauled her up, his hands going to her waist as his lips desperately tried seeking hers. His fingers drifted inward, feeling the dampness of her panties with gratification. Tucking two fingers in the dark pink satin and lace material he yanked them off.
He felt himself grow impossible harder as his hand teased her swollen folds. One finger plunged into her heat, then two. His thumb pinched her clit, to which she responded,
"Jesus Jack. I need you inside of me. I can't stand it any longer."
Catching her as her legs wobbled under his ministrations, Jack lowered them both to the soft grass on the roof. The lights around the perimeter provided the perfect amount of light to catch the flush of her skin and the desire swimming in her darkened eyes.
Taking a moment, Jack wondered over how he wanted to proceed. He wasn't going to be able to place his entire body weight on top of her as it would crush her stomach but he had a yearning to be in control of this particular interlude.
Getting on his knees, he urged Irina to straddle his hips. His erection rubbing tantalizingly against her core, begging for entrance.
"fuck me Jack."
"No." He said seriously. Irina appeared surprised by his response. "I won't fuck you." Before she could remove herself from his lap he stole a deep kiss and placed a hand over the medium size lump at her middle. "But I will make love to you."
Tears burned in her eyes at his words. Her hands landed on his arms while her lips covered his in a sweet joining. Lifting her slightly, Jack positioned her over his shaft, releasing his hold a little and letting her sink onto him.
She was as tight as she had been in Panama, leaving him little room to maneuver until her body adjusted to his size. Her heat raced over him, stealing his breath. Their lips broke apart, each gasping for air.
Slowly they both began to move, the pace agonizing in its sluggishness. "Jack, God you're so hard. I-I-I-" Irina lost her train of thought as Jack's hips jerked a little harder against her own.
For a while they continued their lazy pace, rocking and thrusting together, their future cradled between their bodies. Soon, their speed increased, needing to find their release.
Jack dropped his mouth from its place against hers, to lap at her breast once more. Her muscles tighten around his shaft in response. "Harder Jack, harder."
"Irina, you're perfect. I haven't felt this amazing for such a long time." Jack moved his hands behind her back, steadying her as she bent backward toward the grass. The sudden shift of positions drew him deeper inside of her.
"OhGodOhGodOhGod." She chanted with every thrust. The heat of the night and the effort of their passions caused beads of sweat of form on both their bodies.
A sense of urgency built, their measured movements giving way to powerful wayward thrusts. One of Jack's hands moved to Irina's front, running the length of her body, from her breasts to her legs, wrapped around his waist and back again. Leaning down, Jack placed a tender kiss on her stomach, savoring the evidence of their last encounter. His hips thrust upward, rubbing against her clit, eliciting a cry from her.
"You're so beautiful Irina. So beautiful. I want you to come for me beautiful. Let go and come with me." Jack instructed.
"JackJackJack." Her breathing was labored, the sensations too much for her. Her entire body felt like it was on fire, with Jack continuing to stoke her, urging the flames higher and higher. "Jack I'm coming." Her breathless reply got lost as her orgasm shattered her thoughts. Irina felt she was screaming something but couldn't figure out what it was for the life of her.
In the midst of her own orgasm, she felt Jack grip her tighter, spasms taking hold of his body. His own cries were followed by the force of him emptying himself inside of her. Riding out their pleasure together, Jack pulled her back up and against his chest.
"How did we live without that for so long?" Jack wondered aloud once then had come down from their orgasmic high.
"We didn't live, merely existed." Irina laid her forehead against his, leaning in to steal a kiss.
A foreign sound ripped through the night air. Its noise was greater than the music but it emanated from the same place across the inlet.
"Go Jack!" Someone yelled.
"You're my hero man!" Another screamed in a drunken slur. The rest of the party-goers cheered and hooted into the night, clearly having enjoyed the show they got to listen to.
"American tourists." Jack muttered, not sure if he felt embarrassed or giddy. He decided he was a little of both.
"They obviously liked your performance. I must say I agree with them, it was outstanding." Irina smiled against his lips.
"Can they see us from there?" Jack kept his lips close to hers, basking in her nearness.
"Not unless they have binoculars, which I wouldn't put past them. They're probably college students on vacation for the summer. It's always nice to help out the less fortunate Jack; hopefully they learned something from you." Jack's laughter vibrated against her body, where they were still joined.
"Now who's the flatterer?" Jack hugged her with more force.
"I have nothing but nice things to say about the man who just got me off." Irina kissed his neck. "Keep me in a constant state of post-coital bliss and I would think you'd be complimented more than you could ever fathom."
Unwrapping her legs from round his body, Irina moved to stand. The hollering from across the inlet had ceased, the young people growing bored with the lack of activity coming from the roof. As Jack slipped out of her, Irina sighed at the lost.
"Come on." She stood on shaky legs with Jack beside her.
"Where are we going?" Jack dipped to kiss her clavicle.
"It's a perfect night for skinny dipping." Without looking back, Irina's nude form retreated to the stairs and disappeared.
By the time Jack made his way to the pool-side she was already treading water in the deep end. He walked around to the other end and dove in beside her. The water was just cool enough to take the heat away from his skin but warm enough to keep them from getting chilled.
"How did I ever resist you?" Jack joked with her as he swam to her side.
"I have no idea. I'm otherwise irresistible." The water epitomized the evening for them, making them both feel lighter and carefree, at least for the moment. Jack moved to an area where he could touch the bottom, Irina wound her legs around his middle to hold her up. They shared a lighthearted kiss with the water lapping around them.
"I knew that grass would come in handy one day." Irina murmured against his lips.
"Think we disturbed the baby much?"
"That's the great thing about the baby and I sharing my body; when his mommy's happy he's happy." Irina tightened her legs around him.
"He?" Jack's eyes held a measure of wonder.
"I thought you may have found out it was a boy when you had the tests done." Irina shrugged.
"No, I didn't even think of asking, nor did Dr. Maridakos volunteer the information." He paused. "We're having a boy?"
"So it would seem." Irina smiled at his stunned expression. "So, what do you think? The next Jonathan Bristow?" One of her hand's traveled up the back of Jack's head.
"No, not a chance. We are not naming him after me." Jack's face clearly read as though he thought the idea preposterous.
"But I like your name. He could be our little Action Jackson." Irina raised her eyebrows and slid lower, grinding against him.
"I'll compromise with you. I'll be your Action Jackson and we'll find another name for our son." Jack's hands skirted along the outside of Irina's thighs under the water, his use of 'our' giving them both excited chills.
"Compromise? Isn't that what normal couples do?" Irina nipped at his bottom lip before soothing it with a kiss.
"Who knows, we may be normal yet." Jack raised an eyebrow at her furrowed brow.
"How….boring." She exclaimed. "We do abnormal so well." Again she ground against him.
"You're obviously delirious. It would likely be best to get you to bed." Jack walked to the shallow end with her wrapped around him.
"I'm not delirious nor am I tired." She protested as Jack walked them both out of the water before placing her on the stone underfoot. Grabbing two towels from the outdoor shelving he wrapped one around himself before curling the other around Irina's body.
"I didn't say we had to go to sleep." Jack gathered her in his arms and kissed her forehead tenderly. "Come on Action, let's go to bed."
"I thought Action was your name." Irina snuggled into Jack's side as they walked into the house.
"We can share it."
"Sharing, compromising? I'm afraid to ask what's next. At this rate we'll be so normal by the time the baby's born we'll have killed each other." Irina deadpanned.
Jack laughed warmly as they closed the door and shut off the lights for the evening.
TBC