Later that night after dinner, Martha decided to have a shower; maybe the water would wash all her worries away. She stood under the hot spray, the water so hot that she could only just tolerate it.

Her thoughts soon drifted back to her brief encounter with Jack a few hours earlier. She couldn't believe that she had just run out of his place like that; he probably thought that she was crazy. Martha herself thought she was crazy. God, when did my life become such a drama? She thought as she scrubbed her body with her vanilla scented body wash.

Martha was happy about one thing though; she had managed to get herself out of her date with Corey. Sure, she felt bad about the fact that she was using him just to make Jack jealous, but on the other hand she couldn't wait until the minute he was out of her life. He was always calling her and the last couple days it seemed as if he was getting kinda clingy. It was creeping her out.

Martha shut off the water and stepped out of the shower, wrapping her favourite fluffy towel around herself. It was soft, just like Jack's hands. She couldn't wait until the moment Jack's hands were on her again, she felt like she could die if she had to wait much longer. Alright that's enough, she thought. Get your mind out of the gutter.

Martha slowly made her way to her bedroom, where she dried herself off and put on her matching black bra and underwear. She then picked up her dark blue silk robe and put it on over the top. She couldn't be bothered getting dressed fully. She was home by herself, so what would it matter if she was walking around with just her robe on?

Martha picked up her comb and started running it through her hair, making sure to get all the knots out. When she was done, she made her way out to the lounge room. She grabbed herself a beer from the fridge on the way, grabbed the remote control for the television and plonked herself down on the couch. Hmm, a quiet Friday night watching the footy with a beer is just what I need, what could be better? She thought.

Just as her favourite team was about to score a goal, she heard a knock at the door. Martha groaned; so much for my quiet night alone. She jumped up and walked towards the door. It was probably Tasha and Robbie.

"This better be important, coz we were just about to score," she yelled as she pulled open the door. She was surprised when she saw who was standing there.

"Jack," she said. "What are you doing here?"


"I'm not interrupting anything, am I?" Jack asked, taking note of her appearance.

God, maybe Corey's here and I just interrupted them, Jack thought. "Maybe I should go," he said and went to walk away.

"No, you're not interrupting. I was just watching the footy," Martha explained, gesturing to the TV.

"Oh okay. You ran off earlier without your stuff, so I thought I'd just drop it over," Jack said.

Martha hadn't even realised that she'd forgotten them. "Thanks. Um, you want to come in?" Martha asked, taking the stack of clothes from him.

"Ok," he replied, sounding a bit reluctant.

Martha moved to the side so that Jack could come in. "Having a quiet night?" Jack asked.

"Yeah, just me, beer and the footy," Martha told him.

"Where's Alf?" he questioned. "Oh, he's gone camping with Ric. A bonding session as they put it. They won't be back until Sunday," Martha explained, sitting down at the kitchen table.

Jack sat down at the table opposite her. "So you got the place to yourself for the whole weekend," he spoke. "Yep," Martha nodded.

Jack looked across at Martha. She looked so good dressed in only her robe. He knew he shouldn't be looking but he couldn't help it. She's just so beautiful, he thought.

"Sorry about earlier. I know it seemed kinda strange that I just ran off like that," Martha started. "But I just had to get out of there, things were getting weird," she continued.

"I was wondering why you all of a sudden were acting strange. Did I do something?" he asked.

"No, of course not. It's not you, it's me," she began. Martha couldn't wait any longer; she needed to know now if they still had a chance.

"I need to know if you still have feelings for me," she shot out.

Jack looked up at her surprised. Was she stupid? Of course I still have feelings for her, he thought. But why is she asking.

"It doesn't matter how I feel. Why do you care anyway, your with Corey now," he said to her.

Jack was all of a sudden feeling angry. Was she purposely trying to piss him off? "Speaking of Corey, where is the new boyfriend? You know, the one that you started going out with only a week after we broke up. You really know where to punch a guy where it hurts, don't you?" he snapped at her.

Martha's eyes started filling with tears. She really had hurt him by going out with Corey.

"I shouldn't be here, I have to go," Jack said, standing up and walking to the door. Martha jumped up quickly; she wasn't going to let him leave. "Jack, wait. I really need to talk to you about this," she cried, tears starting to roll down her cheeks.

Jack paused on the spot. He spun around to look at her and got the surprise of his life; Martha was crying. "Why are you crying?" he asked her.

"Can you just sit back down please?" Martha sniffed. It hurt Jack to see Martha crying, so he done what she asked. "Fine," he said.

Jack went and sat back in his chair, while Martha sat back down in her spot. "What is it that you need to say?" Jack asked. Martha looked at him, her eyes still sparkling from her tears.

"I'm sorry for hurting you. I promise I'll never do it again," she spoke softly.

Jack was confused. Why was she acting like this all of a sudden? It's not like she wanted him back, did she?

"I asked you before if you still had feelings for me. Do you? Because I really need to know," she said.

"God Martha, you should already know the answer to that. Of course I still have feelings for you. I always have," he began. "The feelings I have for you aren't just going to disappear after a couple weeks," he continued.

"Even after the way I've been treating you?" Martha questioned.

Jack sighed. "Yes," he replied.

Martha's insides were jumping with excitement. Yes, he still wanted to be with her.

"Why are you asking me this?" Jacked asked, breaking her from her thoughts.

Martha looked at Jack and gave him a sweet smile. "I wanted to know if we still had another chance," she said.

"What?" Jack was confused.

Martha reached a hand out to touch his. Her fingers gently moved over his hand. "I still want to be with you," she spoke honestly. Martha started to speak again. "If you want to, I'd like for us to try again," she told him.

Jack was so surprised he didn't really know what to say. "Are you serious?" he asked.

"Of course I'm serious. Why would I lie," she replied.

Jack shrugged. "Well it wasn't that long ago that you hated me, so I don't really know what to think," he said, standing up. "Besides, what if I say no to giving us another chance," he told her. Jack couldn't believe he just said that. Of course he wanted Martha back; he'd never say no to her.

Did Jack just reject me? Martha thought to herself. There's only one way to find out.

Martha stood up and started walking towards Jack. When she was standing in front of him she grabbed his hand and held it in her own. She looked up into his eyes and spoke. "I want you to think about what it was like for us. What it was like when we were in the dark. And how it felt," she spoke softly. "Can you honestly say that you don't want that back," she continued, running her hand up his arm.

Jack looked down at her. She had a sultry look on her face and he knew he couldn't say no to her. Not now, not ever. It would feel so good to touch Martha again, it would feel amazing. And his body wanted it, no question.

All of a sudden he felt her hands on his face. He felt her tongue teasing open his lips and all thoughts slammed to a halt.

As soon as Martha felt Jack respond to her kiss, she felt a stirring of desire inside of her. She wanted him, she really wanted him. There was no way she was waiting until she broke up with Corey; she had to have Jack now.

Jack ran his tongue along the roof of her mouth; Martha shivered, and moaned softly with delight. Jack always loved the small sound that came from her; it always told him that he was making her feel good.

He wrapped his arms around her waist, and pulled her closer, greedy for even more. She responded by sliding her hands up under his shirt, her palms running across his bare back.

For the next few minutes the only sound in the room was their breathing as it quickened between kisses. Martha let out a small cry when Jack eventually had to pull away so he could catch his breath. Jack looked down into her face; she was breathing heavily, her face was flushed and her lips were swollen from his kisses.

"I missed this," Martha gasped breathlessly, keeping her arms wrapped around him.

Jack smiled. "Me too," he said, brushing a strand of her wet hair behind her ear. "I never thought I'd get the chance to be with you again," he told her. "Never say never," she smiled up at him.

Jack opened his mouth to speak, but before he got the chance Martha had pressed her lips to his again. Jack once again gave into her kisses. Martha moved her hands seductively down his back until she reached his buttocks. She then pulled his lower half into hers, earning a groan from him. Good, Martha thought. He wants me, just as much as I want him.

"Maybe we should take this into my room," Martha whispered against his lips. The ache inside of her was beginning to become unbearable and she knew that Jack would be the only one who could ease that ache for her. And it needed to be done sooner, rather than later. "Ok," Jack replied, still kissing her.

"Go wait for me in my room. I just need to lock the doors," she said, pulling away from him. Jack smiled and slowly wandered off towards Martha's room.

When he got there he didn't know what to do, so he kicked off his thongs and went and stood by the window, waiting for Martha to come to him. Jack's mind was spinning, he still couldn't believe that Martha had taken him back. She was driving him crazy, but in a good way. And tonight Jack was going to make sure that Martha didn't regret taking him back; he was going to make sure that she knew just how much she meant to him.


When Martha entered her room, Jack was standing by the window looking out at the moon. She closed the door, the bang grabbing Jack's attention. He turned to look at her and smiled. "Hey," he said. He walked over to her and grabbed her face, kissing her passionately.

Martha ran her hands down his sides until she reached the hem of his shirt. She tugged on it, hoping that Jack would get the hint. He raised his hands above his head, and Martha pulled the shirt up and over his head; throwing it over his shoulder, where it landed by the window.

Martha recaptured Jack's lips with hers and started pushing him towards the bed. When the backs off his knees hit the mattress, he fell into a sitting position. Martha took a step forward so that she was standing between his legs.

Jack put his hands around her waist and Martha leant down and gave him a quick kiss on the lips. Jack then slid his hands from her back to her front. His hand reached for the belt of her robe, and he slowly pulled on it until it was hanging lose. He pushed open the robe and found that she was infact wearing something underneath it. It was the same set of black matching under garments that she had been wearing the first night they had slept together. They were definitely his favourite and they only proceeded to turn him on even more.

He thrust his hands inside the robe; touching her skin. She was so warm and soft. He pulled her closer to him and started pressing soft kisses against her stomach. Martha used one of her hands to hold Jack's head closer to her and the other hand slowly caressed his back.

Each kiss that Jack placed on her belly sent tiny shocks through her. He then slowly started moving the kisses up further; kissing in between the valley of her breasts, up her neck and jaw until he reached her lips. Jack was now standing again and he continued to kiss Martha while he removed the robe completely from her body.

Martha ran her hands down Jack's chest until she reached the buttons of his pants. She undone them and slowly pushed them down with her hands; leaving Jack clad in only his boxers. She then gently pushed him onto the bed until he was lying on his back. She then crawled up his body, straddling him.

Jack looked up and studied the girl who was hovering above him. She was so beautiful and so sexy, and he knew that he would never want another person as much as he wanted her. She was the only one he would ever want and he hoped that she was his to keep forever.

He cupped her face and pulled it down closer to his so he could kiss her. He then moved his lips to her neck and playfully nibbled on the skin there. "You taste like vanilla. Did you know that?" he asked in a muffled voice, as he continued to taste her. "It's my body wash. Do you like?" she said.

"I love it. It's my favourite," he told her. Martha laughed and pulled her face away from Jack. She then lowered her lips to his stomach and started peppering his belly and chest with wet kisses. Jack groaned, letting Martha know that he liked what she was doing. She made her way to his neck and then up to his lips. Her tongue initiated a deeper kiss and played with his lower lip.

Martha then sat up again. She grinded herself into his lower body; feeling his excitement. She was happy when she heard another groan come from him. God, she loved to tease him. She reached behind her back and undone the clasp of her bra; pulling it off and throwing it over her shoulder.

Jack reached up to touch her and ran his hands down the front of her. "God, you are so beautiful," he whispered to her. She smiled and bent down to give him another kiss. "So are you," she whispered back.

She teasingly rubbed her lips over his and then stopped and looked into his eyes. "Where will you be taking me tonight? What will we be experiencing?" she smiled down at him.

"I'll take you anywhere you want," he promised her with a smile.

Martha laughed and went back to kissing him, preparing herself for the places he would take her. And there they would experience the ultimate emotion; together.