Disclaimer: I own no part of Red Eye, and am in no way earning any profit off this story. It is fan fiction, and is written for enjoyment, not monetary gain.

Lisa woke to an uncomfortable hard feeling under her legs, and squirmed slightly, before realizing where she was.

With a slight gasp, she sat still again, closing her eyes. Her every muscle was on alert, but when there was no other movement, she realized Jackson was still asleep.

"You'd better not be dreaming about me, you lecherous bastard." she chuckled in a low voice, before checking on Cynthia.

The girl was still out cold, but her breathing was fine and her pulse was steady. Lisa sat back with a sigh, leaning against Jackson's chest, one hand going up to brush her hair out of her eyes.

But then again, if he was dreaming about her, wasn't that partially her fault? After all…she had been squirming around in his lap the entire time. A little pang of guilt coursed through her heart, and she leaned back to say something, but then Jackson snorted something along the lines of "snorfleherwitz" and woke up with a jolt.

"Leese?"

"Yes?"

He shifted uncomfortably. "Uh…"

She rolled her eyes and sighed. "Men."

"I blame you for that." he said with a snark.

"You're the one that pulled me into your lap." she pointed out.

"Did you want to freeze?"

"I didn't want to be your fuck-toy."

"Lisa?" he asked, arching an eyebrow.

"That's what this is about, isn't it? That Y chromosome makes you think with your dick." she scowled. "Let me up."

He didn't budge an inch.

"Let me go." she snarled, fighting his grip.

Jackson made as if to let her go, then grabbed her back and pulled her down, hissing softly when she made contact with his lap.

"Jack, I'm warning you…"

He silenced her with a kiss; she fought for another few moments, then sank down against him and gave in.

He's a damn good kisser.

Jackson was unzipping her slacks and she was undoing his belt; both of them with a single thought. Lisa pushed his pants down over his hips; he pulled hers down to her ankles and she kicked them off, kissing him deeply as she slid forward onto him and wrapped her legs around his waist.

It was a frantic, wild sort of thing, little gasps and grunting noises every so often, but mostly just the shuffle of bodies and the impossibility of getting any closer to one another.

When both had finished, Lisa sighed and shook her head where it rested on Jackson's shoulder.

"We can't keep doing this." she whispered, almost sadly.

"I know." he murmured, but made no move to let her go. He'd wound his arms tightly around her upper back and shoulders, pressing her close as if she were the source of life itself. She herself had wound her arms around his neck, one hand up into his shaggy auburn hair, the other clasped on his opposite shoulder.

"This can't ever possibly work."

"I know." he said again, dully.

"This can't happen again." she protested weakly.

"I know." was all he said, stroking her back gently as he slowly let his arms go slack. He let them rest on her hips, and she leaned back a little, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Jack…" she gave him a look.

He shook his head. "I know, Leese."

She still hadn't moved away; her legs were still locked around his hips and he was still buried in her.

Lisa felt her eyes burn and tilted her head forward, resting her forehead just below his chin; he wrapped his arms around her shoulders again.

"God…what are we doing?" she whispered against his chest. "I don't even know who or what you are any more."

"Neither do I. You're certainly not the same, either." he murmured, stroking her hair softly. "Lisa Reisart wouldn't have driven all night long to burn and bury a body in a junkyard."

"Jackson Rippner wouldn't have bled for me." Lisa smiled a little, sniffing slightly and trying very hard not to cry. A barrage of confusing and overwhelming emotions were hitting her all at once, making it very difficult to think.

"Don't think, then." he whispered. She stiffened, and then relaxed when she remembered he could still read her thoughts. "Just feel."

He began to move his hips again; she could feel him getting hard inside of her again.

Impressive stamina.

Jackson chuckled lightly, hands massaging her back and shoulders as she rested against him gently. "I'm a little out-of-practice."

Not that I could tell. There was something inside that prevented her from saying it out loud, as if to say it in her head was cheating. It wouldn't make this situation real. Because it couldn't be real. Both of them had agreed they wouldn't do this again, that this couldn't…couldn't ever happen again.

So it couldn't be real. Nothing was. Not the pleasure that was beginning to build again, not his lips on her throat, not the little moaning, gasping sounds she was making, none of it. Not the feeling of his teeth and tongue over her scar, not their rocking which was beginning to speed up, certainly not their hungry kiss…kisses.

Jack felt like a boy again, when he'd found his mother's tampons. Thinking long and hard about where she put them. Up into her body, her dripping heat, her chasm, her centre…he saw himself in his mind's eye, his child's form, holding the box in one hand, the other going down into his jeans, wondering what it would be like to bury his own hot, aching length in that depth.

He came with a shudder and found his sweat cold. Lisa was still shivering against him; he wrapped his arms tighter and pulled her as close as they could possibly get, tucking her head under his chin.

"Shh. It's okay." he murmured, in contrast to her gasping gulps, rubbing her back. "Lisa."

She shivered again and huddled against him. "I'm cold again."

Jackson wrapped them in his sweater, keeping Cynthia close by for heat.

"I'll keep you warm." he said quietly.

To be continued…