Cassidy walked up the entryway to Kate's house slowly; Kate was stumbling next to her, her arm slung across the back of Cassidy's neck for balance.

The minute Jack opened the door he could see how drunk Kate was, even in the moonlight. Her nose was pink, her curls seemed messier than usual and she wore a sloppy grin that still melted his heart.

"How did you find her?" Jack asked, reaching for Kate. She transitioned to his arms with ease, even offering him a small smile when she saw him.

"She was at the third bar I tried. Men were practically circled around her and buying her drinks, so she's hit her limit," she laughed.

"How is Aaron?" Kate asked, taking effort to hold her head up. "What did he eat for dinner? When did he go to bed?"

"He's fine. He had a burger for dinner and is sound asleep. How are you feeling?" He tried to hide his amusement. Kate was not only adorable when she was drunk but he loved that her first thoughts went right to Aaron. He hadn't meant it when he said Aaron wasn't her son. She had been nothing but the best mother anyone could ask for and yet he had struck her in her most vulnerable spot. Even if he lived a million years he would never forgive himself for that.

"Exactly how many guys?" Jack pressed.

"Jealous?" Kate purred. She trailed one finger down Jack's chest. Even with the tee shirt in between, he felt the electric in her touch.

"I'll leave you guys alone," Cassidy said softly. "Make it right, Jack."

"Thank you, Cassidy. I mean it. Kate couldn't ask for a better friend." With that, Jack turned and lead Kate into her house.

Inside, Jack handed Kate a glass of water and aspirin. "Thanks, doc." Kate kept her eyes on him as she obeyed the doctor and took the pills. He knew the expression that was written on her face; he knew the effect alcohol had on her. Desire was written across her face.

Sure enough, she swayed forward and grabbed the nape of his neck, pulling him into a deep kiss. "Don't tell me I'm not thinking clearly," she warned.

"Kate," Jack sighed. They both knew that was what he planned to say. That was typical Jack, putting her needs above his own and being the martyr.

She didn't break eye contact but peeled her shirt and unhooked her bra. She heard the soft sigh he made when he saw her top less. She continued on, slowly shimmying out of her jeans and pulling her panties down. She stepped back, eyes locked on him. She reveled in the way he looked her up and down and could practically feel the bulging in his pants.

"We were always good together," she whispered, her lips touching his ear and giving him goosebumps. She lifted his shirt and let her hands brush against his diem chest. She toyed with the tufts of chest hair.

He grabbed a fistful of her hair, roughly pulling her into a heated kiss. Her thumbs were pulling down the waistband of his pants and boxers before their lips parted.

Jack stood in front of her erect but unable to move. He didn't know how to respond. The gentleman in him wanted to dress her back up and tuck her in so she could sleep off the alcohol. But the man in him wanted to slam himself into her and screw her until they were both cross eyed.

As if sensing his reluctance, she knelt down and used a hand to lead him to her mouth. She pushed his manhood past her lips and let her tongue run along the most sensitive spots.

"Kate," he moaned with closed eyes as he grabbed fistfuls of dark curls. He let himself go, pushing and pulling her head back. Kate moaned at his primal side, cupping his ass cheeks and pushing him deeper inside of her mouth, fueled by his moans. She didn't stop, even when he exploded. Instead, she changed her pace, going slower and using her hand on his shaft until he grew hard in her mouth before starting again.

"We can still be good together," she whispered as she stood up.

"We still are good together," Jack whispered as he kissed her forehead gently. He lifted Kate into his arms with ease, holding her and kissing her wildly. He tasted the alcohol in her kisses and he found it oddly erotic.

"Take me to bed," Kate whispered, biting his earlobe. She left a trail of kisses along his jawline while her hands ran through his short hair.

Jack had sex with Kate so rough that she left scratch marks down his back and a bite mark on his shoulder. He made love to her so gently that they held hands and looked at each other the entire time. Eventually, they fell asleep, Jack on his side spooning her.

"Mmmm..." Kate purred as her eyes opened slowly. She couldn't believe Aaron was still asleep but knew he wore himself out playing with Clementine and the park the day before. She reached a hand to the other side of the bed; only then did she realize it was cold on that side. "Jack?" She called.

Silence.

She got out of bed, inspecting her house. She found Aaron, still sleeping but no Jack. There was no trace of him. Suddenly, the realization hit. Last night Jack had sex with her and then left. They hadn't reunited, they had a one night stand.