A/N: Sorry it's delayed, but I had one hell of a day at work and - I'd never thought I'd say that - didn't feel like having imaginary sex with Jack. ;) I know, crazy, ain't it? Lol So I'm not entirely pleased with that chapter, but hopefully the next one will turn out rounder. Also, you may now see where I was coming at with Kate slapping Jack, but in case you don't, I can hint, that the whole story (plotless smut, let me remind) has something to do with what you'll see at the end of this chapter. ;)
Also, I needed to interupt them and slow things down, otherwise it'd be all over before I could blink, which is what I believe would happen if (or should I say "when" ;)) they hook up in the actual show. Later on they may stay in a love nest for days, but the first time? I don't think so. ;)
Anyways, massive smut ahead, enjoy!
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Breathe; he had to remind himself, as he stood there still, chest heaving, eyes on her.
Was he finally going mad?
Was she?
One minute she kissed him with passion and devotion matching his, with her hand in his dark hair, whining into his ear and the next she was slapping him?
Or was it different: one minute he caught her in an uttermost private moment, and the next he was ravishing her forcefully, against the wall, against her will…?
He glanced at her: she brought the offensive hand to cover her open mouth, as if shocked with her own behaviour, following Jack with wide eyes when he lowered his head with a sigh.
"I'm sorry, Kate."
He looked up again, biting on his lips and shaking his head slightly.
"I-… don't know what got over me. I'm sorry."
He spoke quietly, growing somewhat disgusted with himself underneath his agitation.
"It will never happen again, you have my word."
Taking two more steps back, Jack raised his hands to the space in between them, in a gesture of separation.
He turned around and lumbered into the oblivious scenery of the main room, trying to shake off an obnoxious impression of the lifeless facilities watching him.
What was wrong with him? He was a grown man, for Christ's sake, not a rabid horny teenager to act like that. His medical knowledge should have taught him better about hormones and their power and not to use it as a determinant in life.
Yet…
…he was only human, not immune to the longing Kate awoke in him. Even, though he had refused to admit it.
Was there something wrong with her? Could she not decide what she wanted? He wondered, slapping himself mentally again: he had no right to blame her for stopping this whenever she felt like. He had no claim of her. Perhaps in that moment of frenzy he had ignored her pleas for him to stop? Could he have not heard them? Where had he crossed the line?
Feeling completely exhausted, Jack collapsed into the chair at the computer desk, resting his forehead in his left palm, away from her.
"You shouldn't be alone on a shift, Kate," he offered dully. "I'll stay here; you better go."
He had yet to face the fact that his disappointment came from way underneath plain impossibility to relieve the overwhelming sexual tension, from underneath the distress of rejection or jealousy, possibly.
It was rooted deeper, reaching his long-forgotten need to belong to a woman completely, and take her for him just as wholly, which Kate seemed to have an uncanny lore how to stir.
Hearing a shuffling noise, he realized she had to be moving around.
Up to the desk, the desk where he remained slumped, he stated in surprise, as two sock-clad feet appeared before him, planting themselves on the floor which he was blankly staring at.
"No, Jack. I'm sorry." What was it exactly in her low voice? Regret? Sorrow?
"Jack…"
A hand brushed his tense shoulder ever so slightly, resting on it hesitantly. "Look at me."
He shook his head.
"Kate, you're right, I deserved it."
Gaze fixed on the floor, drawn to the twitching toes in mismatched socks; he found it heartbreakingly cute.
"Just go, will you?"
Jack watched the feet shifting a little and heard her letting a breath out. A rush of air and a rustle later, he saw a puddle of fabric falling to the floor.
Taken aback, he raised his head, to see Kate had discarded her top and was fiddling with the zipper of her pants. His heart skipped a beat at the notion that her naked belly was only inches away from his mouth.
"What are you doing, Kate?"
Dozens of thoughts raced his alarmed mind at the speed of light.
Why was she taking him on this emotional rollercoaster; he didn't need the chaos in his head, in his heart, on top of the mayhem they all had fallen into, along with the debris of a plane. He couldn't allow himself to be misled into a maze of her whims and empty promises, not without loosing the leftovers of his sanity.
But, God, had he wanted to believe her.
"I was just so… embarrassed… and upset… That you saw… I'm sorry, Jack. I wish I could take it back."
A declaration in a barely audible whisper while her fingers landed lightly over his bicep, tracing the ink pattern there imprecisely. She unzipped her pants, which quickly joined her top in their fall. Just what kind of cruel game she was playing, he thought bitterly.
"Do you think we could…?"
His willpower failed to tear his gaze away from the way she unhook her bra, and slid it off.
Jack made no move, watching her undress before him, until she was only in her panties, standing in between his knees, but never touching him. His eyes took in the peachy tracts of her supple skin, registering the soft curves of her thighs meeting her firm belly, her hips bending into her slender waist, her bashful breasts in perfect balance with her lithe arms. His eyes travelled across her stomach, to her delicate throat, and back again, onto the freckly skin just above left breast, where he could see tiny flutters of her heart beats, and then lower once more, for a glance at the beige fabric which he knew hid the sweetest of secrets for him.
"Jack?..."
He complied and looked up to see a tiny timid smile and affectionate twinkle in her green eyes.
And he was lost, lost in the promise it held, lost in the silent vow to complete him on every single level of his existence, lost in the fire that swore to purge him and keep him warm, not to destroy him.
In the singing silence which magnified each breath, Jack brought his hands up, to place them on the sides of her waist. The creamy skin felt like suede, he thought fascinated by the contrast in colour and texture of his once refined hands on her smooth stomach. He moved them to her front, and encircled her back, feeling for the spine, memorizing the hollow, then drawing his thumbs to either side of her navel. Leaning out as if drawn by gravitation, he closed the distance, and met her navel with his lips, swirling his tongue around it reflexively, tasting the salt of her sweat.
He pulled off, only to feel her climbing to his lap, lifting each leg above and over his, until she was seated, wrapped around him, almost nude, while Jack was still fully clothed.
She seemed content, happy, excited, he noticed in amazement, admiring her little smile and curled eyelashes in spite of himself.
She kissed him. Slowly, sensuously, carefully studying every corner of his mouth, outlining its shape with her busy tongue. He heard his own low grunt, when her fingers went up from the nape of his neck, grazing lightly through his short hair and her tongue darted to his earlobe. Jack didn't think he would grow any harder, but when she pressed her pelvis to his groin impulsively, painful delight proved him wrong.
"What are you doing, Kate?" his voice muffled by a deep kiss.
He had to be sure she was well at her senses.
The light from the desk lamp streaming through her hair gave her an almost angelic look. He wanted nothing more than to trust her, to let her in, to take her and make her his mate, his partner, his woman, to liberate himself by finding completion in her; Jack's hands travelled hesitatingly up her thighs and sides.
"You gonna slap me again?"
"I'm sorry."
She breathed out in between kisses, shaking her head against his brow. He felt her pulling away a bit and saw her staring intently into his eyes. A trace of tears there, but Jack had never seen any woman looking at him this way before. Suddenly aware of each heartbeat, he learned the meaning of a phrase he had thought belonged in thrashy novels: their unborn children in her eyes.
"I want you." she whispered longingly, holding his gaze.
"Oh, God..."
With that, Jack let himself lose in the sensations that her warm body emitted again, he let himself focus on her entirely, drawing her closer, holding her tighter, discovering textures and flavours of her skin where it stretched over her delicate throat, over her yielding breasts, over her toned stomach, inhaling her unique aroma that made her Kate.
He nibbled on her collarbone and pinched a tight nipple lightly, pressing her buttocks towards his hips with the other hand at the same time, drawing a moan and determined to hear that again and again, over and over.
Kate managed to get him out of his shirt and was now rubbing herself against his front, breasts firmly to his chest, her groin on his hard erection restrained by the jeans. Jack gasped, when he felt her fingers dig into the muscles of his shoulders; he was quickly climbing high to the very top of this maddening desire for her, to have her finally, to know her inside and out, like nobody else here have had, to taste every inch of her, drink her, bite her and soothe her, to hear his name on her lips in a daze of lust so overwhelming that she would beg for him inside her and he would oblige by taking her in every single possible way.
So he did just that.
Kissing his way down from her protesting lips, scraping her neck lightly with his stubble, nibbling her collarbone impatiently, Jack bent her back, to close his mouth over one waiting nipple, sucking on it, rolling it in his mouth – oh, how he had dreamt of it those restless nights! - , while rubbing his palm over the other one, making Kate squirm and whimper and gasp as she held on to his strong shoulders and continued to buck her hips against his throbbing cock under its constrains.
Her, only her could quench the desire, only Kate could extinguish the fire while setting it.
He couldn't take much more, he thought, kissing her lush mouth again and sliding his hand down, to tease her deliberately, stroking her through the fabric of underwear. She arched back immediately, giving him better access, and the scent of her need hit him like a monsoon, making his head spin with pure carnal lust.
"Kate, you're so wet – " he breathed into her ear. The thin fabric was soaked.
"And it's for me…" he marvelled, struggling not to come at the very notion, burying his face in her hair, eyes shut.
"Only for you -" Kate gasped and quivered, when he slid his hand into the waistband, touching her slowly, lightly, sliding his fingers up and down her mound, through the curls, and over the edge of her inner thigh.
"Jack, please…" she arched into him in a silent plea, squeezing her legs over his denim clad hips involuntarily.
He smirked against her cheek, and kissed the corner of her mouth, easing one nimble finger into her dripping folds, rubbing in agonizingly slow circles around her opening and back to her aching clit.
Kate brought her mouth to the crook of his neck in what seemed like exasperation and sucked on his tanned skin.
"I saw you, Jack."
She moaned breathlessly just as his tireless skilful hand set up a rhythm of rubbing, pressing into her hot centre, just when he dipped a fingertip into her opening, making her tighten the embrace on his shoulders.
It was his turn to tense while his body hummed.
"In… the shower, Jack. I… saw you…"
She let out in gasps, his fingers working her harder, pressing her firmer, stretching her wider. He thought he could flip her to the floor right now and push inside her, until she can't take anymore, and then push again.
"What did you think?"
He should have guessed she had seen. Somehow, the images of her wide hungry eyes watching as he had pumped into his own fist arouse him even more. Shoving two strong fingers into her hot tunnel and then adding one more, he continued to grind his whole hand into her, eager for the sounds she made.
"I… oh… wanted to… go to you…."
She panted when the heel of his hand hit a particularly sensitive spot. He took note, and did it again. And again.
"Why didn't you?"
Jack could feel his cock twinge in anticipation when an odd spasm of her inner muscles milked his fingers. Her hot breath was setting his shoulder on fire.
"Kate… that's what I imagined…"
He licked across her breastbone, never leaving her wet centre, where he had seemingly found just the right pace, the right spots, he could tell by the way her hips met his every move halfway, how she held on to his neck pressing her flushed cheek there, biting on his skin, squealing in frustration.
"I thought of you…there…with me…." he kept the agonizing tease, not sure if he would endure it himself.
"I would… take you hard, Kate -" he felt her teeth breaking his skin, the pain crushed against the pleasure radiating from his loins.
"I would push you up against the wall there, Kate – " she was riding his hand fiercely and he kept pumping his fingers inside.
"I would take you fast" – he kissed her jaw line roughly "Would you like that, Kate?"
He made his way to her lips.
"I'm so close, Jack…" she whimpered, her eyes glazed. "Don't stop, don't…"
Jack withdrew his hand to place it firmly on her hip causing her eyes to grow wide.
"Kate, Stop. Kate."
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Oh, I'm annoying, ain't I? ;) Next chapter very soon!