Sam was acting like a kid in a candy store. This club was like any other Jack had ever been to, music, dancing, and drinking. Nothing exciting to him, but when you haven't been to very many, he could understand her enthusiasm.
They were sitting at a small table off to the one side, each with a beer in their hand. Sam had been dancing in her seat for about 10 minutes. Jack had long since refused her invitations to dance, despite her obvious desire to do so. Suddenly a tall man, with dark hair and dark eyes appeared to the left of Sam. He had a grin from ear to ear. "Care to dance beautiful?" he asked.
With one quick glance at Jack she nodded her head and said, "I'd love to."
The man grabbed her hand and led her to the dance floor. Jack didn't know what song they were playing, he didn't know too much about music, but he did know he didn't like how everyone was dancing to it. Sam and "the guy" as Jack had labeled him, were both facing the same direction. One of his hands was draped across her stomach, pulling her whole body snug against his. Meanwhile his free hand was roaming all over her body. And the way their hips were moving, Jack didn't even want to contemplate.
It took about 30 seconds before Jack decided that he had had enough of watching them. He jumped out of his seat and stalked towards the couple. Just as he was about to reach them and throw the guy across the room, the music changed to one of a much slower pace.
Sam's arms just circled around the guys neck when Jack reached them. Jack taped the guy on the shoulder rather forcefully and said, "Get lost!"
"Hey man, I was dancing with her first!" the guy replied.
"And I'm dancing with her now," Jack yelled at him back.
"I don't think so buddy," the guy snarled.
"Well I do!" Jack's hand was tucked into a fist, but before he could us it Sam stepped in between the two men.
She turned towards Jack and yelled, "What the hell do you think you're doing?"
Jack realized that what he just did probably wasn't the smartest move in his life. He just embarrassed her infront of everyone in the club and for what? His own unexplainable jealousy? He instantly calmed down and grabbed Sam's arm to pull her a few steps away from the dance floor. "Look Sam, I'm sorry. I don't even know what to say right now."
"Well you better say something Jack! What the hell was that about?"
"Umm…I wanted a dance?" he said questioningly.
"Oh please, you said no all night! What the hell changed your mind?" She noticed Jack's eyes dart towards the guy she had been dancing with and it all made sense. "You have got to be kidding me Jack! You don't like me. You have said so yourself! You're not allowed to do this jealousy thing. This is ridiculous!"
"What if I said I did like you" he whispered to her quietly.
"What?" All her rage left her body with that one sentence, but she needed more from him.
"What if I said I did like you," he repeated. "What if I told you that I haven't stopped thinking about you since the day I met you. That I have been telling myself that I'm not good enough for you. I know I'm not, but neither is he," he said as he pointed to the guy that she had just been dancing with. "And neither is that guy that you met on the bus."
"Jack…" she whispered. She had no idea what to say.
"This is a bad idea," he muttered to himself before he leaned in and kissed her. Not a small peck or a nice sweet kiss, but a full blown, tongue dueling, hands wandering, kiss. Afterall he did have a weeks worth of built up sexual tension he needed to release.
Sam was shocked, but she had been trying to get this out of Jack for a week, so she was not about to question him. After getting over the initial shock, and then her own timid ness, she too got very into the kiss.
Things were definitely getting too carried away for how public of a place they were in. Sam broke off the kiss and looked Jack in the eye. Her knees felt weak after seeing the passion and desire in his eyes. "Please," was all she whispered to him.
He then looked her straight in the eye and asked, "are you sure?"
All she had to do was nod her head and he grabbed her hand and dragged her out of the club.
They wandered the streets, but thankfully didn't have the same difficulties that night as they did the night previous. Most people headed home that night, so finding a room was not a problem.
They were both sitting on the bed quite uncomfortabley. They knew what they wanted, but without the desire that was driving them earlier, things had slowed down. Jack was the one that broke first. He turned towards Sam, put a hand on her cheek, leaned in and kissed her tenderly. I didn't take long for things to resume to the passion that they were experiencing earlier.
Jack wanted to go slow, he knew what this ment to her. He slowly lowered her to the bed, so his body was covering hers. His hands wandered underneath her shirt and slowly roamed up and down her torso. After a few minutes he decided to take the next step and slowly lifted the shirt over her head. Before he went any further he stopped and looked in her eyes, "You're gorgreous," he told her.
Sam didn't know what to say. Instead she just smiled shyly, lifted her head towards his, and resumed from where they left off.
Jack made sure this was the most unforgettable night of her life. Unknowingly to him, his too.
Well as promised, there is another one. Not quite my favourite, but it's the best I could do!