THIS IS THE M RATED SCENE THAT I CUT OUT OF THE FIRST CHAPTER. It's not explicit but if you're easily offended... don't read!

They found each others lips and neither protested, nor fought against it. No warning men came to Jack's shoulder, no cries of betrayal or guilt came from her throat. He reached his hand up to her neck, traced the delicate bones with his ragged, fumbling fingers. Tongues danced together, bodies melted into one another.

He didn't want to let her go.

He pulled back only long enough to pull her shirt over her head and allow her to remove his. His hands roamed her body, caressing, stroking, loving. His lips left hers, eliciting a whimper and he smiled ever so gently against her throat as she arched her neck for him. He moved her legs around him and stood up, holding onto her as he moved them to the bunk. He laid her down gently and stepped back to observe her. She had her eyes closed, her lips parted, her neck still arched. Candle light flickered across her body, highlighting the darkness of her nipples, casting half her body in shadow.

She was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen.

He covered her body with his and kissed her, slowly, tenderly. Her hand slid into his hair and her legs wrapped around his body. He groaned as he felt her heat through her trousers and his. He broke the kiss and slid down her body, kissing and licking and loving every inch of her body. He stroked her waistband with teasing fingers, his eyes glancing up to watch her reaction. He lowered them and placed a feather-light kiss on her grazed hip.

"Jack…please…" She pleaded and stared into his eyes. How he wanted please her.

He conceded. He slowly, tantalisingly slid her trousers down her slender legs, drawing his lips down with him. He kissed each bare ankle, her knees, the top of her thighs. He had never wanted someone as much as he wanted her right at that moment. He stood, looked at her once again and sighed, closing his eyes, committing her image to his memory because he knew there was a high chance this would never happen again. He reached down to his pants and undid them, letting them slide to the floor followed by his briefs.

She opened her eyes and stared at him, drawing him in. He knew in that instant that she wasn't thinking about Will, or anyone else, only him. She wanted him. She needed him.

And that was okay by him.

He slid over her again, into her and they both moaned. Her lips found his chin and nipped there. He groaned and began moving, using his hands to guide her hips. She caught his rhythm quickly and moved with him without aide. She chanted his name, words of want, need but never love. This wasn't about love. This was about forgetting; about needing sanctuary.

They both needed it, more so than they would ever admit. He'd searched for years for another sanctuary and now it seemed he'd found it. Thoughts fled from his mind as she tightened around him, moaning, clutching at his back. He bent his head, sucked a nipple, kneaded her breast.

He dropped his head into her neck and sucked on the skin there, groaning and writhing as she climaxed, pulling him with her. A rainbow exploded behind his eyes that could only be ecstasy induced. They both panted for long minutes, neither moved.

He turned his face into her neck and sighed. He pulled out of her eventually, gasping at the sensitivity, smiling when she did too.