after a few minutes, they got up and slowly found their clothes. Constance
pulled her skirt back down and Jack replaced his pants while she attempted
to find another shirt in her bag. She found a top and pulled it over her
head. Jack saw what he had done to her shirt and apologised. They sat in
their chairs regaining their calmness and a young officer stepped into the
cabin.
"excuse me sir... you have a phone call."
"oh er I'll be right there" Jack turned to look at Constance. "I'm just
going to take the ..." she interrupted him with a simple "yes"
Jack got up and walked silently out of the room.
"why was it so damn uncomfortable after we had sex?" Constance thought
when he had gone.
Jack was thinking the same thing. "you would have thought it would have
become better. We would be more at ease with each other after sharing that
much intimacy."
Jack was still on the phone and Constance picked up the laptop. She noticed the writing on the screen and began to read... "I cant believe I'm sitting her next to her and I haven't even been able to pick up the courage to say a word." Constance read on... "... its unbearable. She's right here and I just want to reach out and stroke her face." My god he feels just as I do. But then why the hell was he all weird with me? She fumed while shutting the top down just as Jack came into the room. "I was just sorting out the mess we made." She smiled. Jack felt warm as she showed off those gorgeous lips of hers. "I'll just check if its broken" she said as she pulled it back open "oh no that's ok its fine" Jack desperately pulled the lid closed and took the small computer from her hands sitting down. Constance smiled to herself as he showed his worry for her too see how he really felt.
Just then the aeroplane jolted to the left and she fell onto agent Bristow's lap. "ouch" she yelped as her head collided with the window. "are you ok?" Jack stroked her head gently checking for injury. Surprised by his sudden tenderness, Constance turned around to face Jack. "I thought you regretted w..." "shhhh" he interrupted as he placed his fingers against her lips. "I was just shocked at what happened. I don't want it to be just sex between us" "oh Jack it wont be. There is definitely something more between us. Don't you feel it? I care too much about you for it to be simply sex. Even though it was good" she gave a devilish grin and turned to the side. "I feel it." He replied as they sat in each others arms for a while. They felt the plane start to clip into landing and got up to get changed and prepare for the impending mission.
Constance thought about the strangeness of what had just happened. She had gotten the man she had been pining after for months and not only were they great together, he felt the same way. Weiss had been all wrong about Jack being cold and emotionless. She knew now that it was just an act he put on to keep himself from feeling anything at all for someone. That way he wouldn't get hurt again. She smiled to herself. She knew that Jack Bristow was a stern, serious and extremely professional man who rarely showed any feelings at all except for recently towards his daughter. It made her feel special just knowing that he cared.
As Jack finished fastening his upholster, he threw on a black shirt. The cool material felt good against his heated skin. The nail marks on his back were soothed as they felt the coolness of his attire. He wandered to himself while he put his jacket on wincing as the heavy leather rubbed against his wounds of passion. "why would a woman like that want me?" He knew all to well not to be naïve when it came to attractive women wanting him since Irina had fooled him for so many years. He he'd been with women since then of course but non of them were as special to him as Constance.
"sir?" his train of thought was broken as Agent Vaughn popped his head around the corner. "ready?" "ready"
Jack was still on the phone and Constance picked up the laptop. She noticed the writing on the screen and began to read... "I cant believe I'm sitting her next to her and I haven't even been able to pick up the courage to say a word." Constance read on... "... its unbearable. She's right here and I just want to reach out and stroke her face." My god he feels just as I do. But then why the hell was he all weird with me? She fumed while shutting the top down just as Jack came into the room. "I was just sorting out the mess we made." She smiled. Jack felt warm as she showed off those gorgeous lips of hers. "I'll just check if its broken" she said as she pulled it back open "oh no that's ok its fine" Jack desperately pulled the lid closed and took the small computer from her hands sitting down. Constance smiled to herself as he showed his worry for her too see how he really felt.
Just then the aeroplane jolted to the left and she fell onto agent Bristow's lap. "ouch" she yelped as her head collided with the window. "are you ok?" Jack stroked her head gently checking for injury. Surprised by his sudden tenderness, Constance turned around to face Jack. "I thought you regretted w..." "shhhh" he interrupted as he placed his fingers against her lips. "I was just shocked at what happened. I don't want it to be just sex between us" "oh Jack it wont be. There is definitely something more between us. Don't you feel it? I care too much about you for it to be simply sex. Even though it was good" she gave a devilish grin and turned to the side. "I feel it." He replied as they sat in each others arms for a while. They felt the plane start to clip into landing and got up to get changed and prepare for the impending mission.
Constance thought about the strangeness of what had just happened. She had gotten the man she had been pining after for months and not only were they great together, he felt the same way. Weiss had been all wrong about Jack being cold and emotionless. She knew now that it was just an act he put on to keep himself from feeling anything at all for someone. That way he wouldn't get hurt again. She smiled to herself. She knew that Jack Bristow was a stern, serious and extremely professional man who rarely showed any feelings at all except for recently towards his daughter. It made her feel special just knowing that he cared.
As Jack finished fastening his upholster, he threw on a black shirt. The cool material felt good against his heated skin. The nail marks on his back were soothed as they felt the coolness of his attire. He wandered to himself while he put his jacket on wincing as the heavy leather rubbed against his wounds of passion. "why would a woman like that want me?" He knew all to well not to be naïve when it came to attractive women wanting him since Irina had fooled him for so many years. He he'd been with women since then of course but non of them were as special to him as Constance.
"sir?" his train of thought was broken as Agent Vaughn popped his head around the corner. "ready?" "ready"
