Chapter 3

Renee's fingertips worked themselves eagerly under her lover's khaki sweater, his body lingering above her, his knees put in between her legs, which were considerately parted as she lay into the middle of the bed. Her fingers caught hold of the zoom of his sweater, lifting it, before effectively ridding him of it, his lips only momentarily leaving hers to allow the passage of fabric. Renee carelessly threw the sweater beside his bed, where her high heeled boots and his pair of shoes and their already discarded socks lay – his with and hers without little holes.

Their lips found each other again after the very short disconnection. Renee's fingertips slowly moved across Jack's chest, doing their best to touch every inch. She lightly panted in anticipation beneath him; their passionate, heated kissing very likely to have something to do with it as well.

His lips moved to the nape of her neck, getting Renee to bite down on her well-defined lower lip momentarily. She could feel herself grow moist; a feeling that was awkward to experience after a period of having felt so alone, been left by everything and everyone, but at the very same time impossible not to recognize.

Renee could feel his breath into her neck, and for just a second, she suddenly remained entirely inanimate. Her formerly harmonious respiration became more rapidly right then; eyes shut while imagining Laitanin on her again. She knew this was no one else but Jack and that he was so different in most every way, yet…

Jack could register the change in her behavior, even though it had been almost unnoticeable and most essentially internally. He looked at her with worry, affectionately whispering her name into the dimness of his bedroom, and her eyes opened to look at him with that same visage Jack had seen only once before.

A layer of unshed tears formed upon her eyes as she slowly calmed back down, Jack quietly allowing her some time to regain before moving or saying anything. "You OK?" He wondered, as she slowly let her head rest against the bed, fingertips lazily continuing to trace the underlying taunt muscles on his chest again.

She nodded and gave him a smile.

Jack wasn't really convinced and rolled over onto his back while moving her on top with one hand on her hip. He hoped that she would feel less threatened like this. She immediately smiled at him with more confidence upon that, and he knew this must have been necessary for the battered Renee to enjoy their intimacy.

She gingerly straddled him, her knees now hugging his waist. She easily folded herself down to let her lips meet Jack's, fingers holding onto the headboard behind him as his eagerly maneuvered under her shirt, running over Renee's bare back tenderly with his fingertips. She slowly allowed her eyes to shut and immediately smelled something particularly sweet in the air that hadn't been as profound before. She couldn't quite compare this to anything else she could have smelled before and knew that she would most likely find it nowhere else than with him.

Their noticeably swollen lips disconnected momentarily again, as Jack very slowly pulled his lover's shirt over her head, to be left lingering near them on the bed without either of them paying any attention to it anymore. Renee's body indubitably ached for his touch; ached to feel again; to feel loved again and not only wanted… usually for nothing else but the other one's joy. Her eyes opened again, as her body wordlessly screamed for him.

He uneasily raised himself into a sitting up position with her into his lap, one hand serving as a support, as his other one rested upon Renee's lower back to make sure that she wouldn't slide off and make sure that nothing of their intimacy would be lost with that move.

"Jack," she whispered, anxiously searching for his lips. Jack eagerly obliged to her request and leaned in to let his lips meet hers again, his hand slowly running up and back down her spine, as both of hers were caught into his hair possessively. Every time his fingers caught behind the band of her bra, he had to keep himself from losing it right then and there.

She could arouse him so much. He felt a stitch of guilt run through his mind as he came to realize that no one else, not even Teri, had gotten to make him feel that way before. Renee was really wonderful in many ways, but he couldn't accurately say what did it, though.

He could feel her nipples grow harder through the fabric of her bra – which was made of shiny black – as Renee's bosom squeezed against his ribs. The realization of that made his boxers strain even more than already was the case. "Renee," he tenderly whispered her name.

As if by intuition, she slowly allowed a hand to detangle and go down across his chest, to the waistband of his jeans, unfastening it to give him some more leeway there. Jack thankfully growled at this, letting his lips run a path over her well-defined jaw line to her earlobe, slowly taking it between his lips, sucking momentarily. This was, together with his breath right beside her ear, enough to make Renee moan aloud in ecstasy.

Jack quietly reached for her bra straps and pulled them both down simultaneously, actually accomplishing to keep sitting upright without the use of one hand. He cautiously looked into her eyes to make sure that he wasn't going too fast here, but she only smiled at him encouragingly.

He slowly leaned back, somehow forgetting to take into account that the headboard could be too near, to allow him just that. Thus, he ended up hitting his head against the wood hard. One hand instantaneously reached for the back of his head, as he, by reflex, used another as a support again to keep himself from hitting his head once more.

Renee almost immediately burst into laughing and rolled off him holding onto her abdomen. Jack snorted, moving in between her legs just like before and commencing to tickle both of her sides without showing mercy. She of course did anything possible to push him off by fidgeting and kicking wildly around her, but that was really useless. "Jack, please!" She giggled, breathless due to her lover's onslaught. Jack's soft chuckle could be heard. "Ja- Jack!"

He suddenly cursed himself internally for doing just this – possibly getting her to relive earlier situations in which she hadn't been able to defend herself either, or had been feeling threatened enough to go over to the act of self defense, or obey others while appealing to higher loyalties to keep herself going.

He immediately ceased his onslaught, being kind enough to let her regain her breath for a couple of minutes, while just sitting there gazing down on her into his bed… being enthralling, even though Renee's cheeks were flushed in passion and most likely due to laughing as well.

"I'm sorry," he whispered. Renee's head almost immediately shook in denial. Her hand quietly reached for his cheek, fondling it only momentarily. Renee's warm hand became unmoving against his cheek, as innumerous thoughts filled up her mind.

"I love you," he whispered, leaning into her hand.

Renee wasn't really unafraid to voice what she felt, even though she wanted to. She couldn't push aside that awkward, unhappy belief saying that it would make her lose everything she, together with Jack, was experiencing right now, as if… "I love you, too," she replied, so soft that he almost couldn't hear it, before letting her hand run down across his chest again. She took more time for this than necessary, biting down on her lip seductively while enjoying the feel of him, purely Jack Bauer, under her very eager fingertips.

She zealously caught hold of the anterior of his jeans, which happened to be easy with them already unfastened, before leading him down on her again. He rested upon both elbows while lying between her legs, as their lips passionately reconnected. Tongues roughly dueled for more touch and dominance.

Renee giggled girlishly, upon feeling his only building arousal push against her, more imperiously than before with only the fabric of his boxers bothering its liberty now. She somehow succeeded in getting to his hips, the position both of them were in and the sheen of sweat that had formed between them, however, made it particularly hard to get that damn pair of jeans into motion – let alone get it entirely undone.

Jack quietly rolled onto his back beside her and used everything within his might to get the pair of jeans down, bizarrely kicking his legs while doing so. Renee rolled onto her side to watch him with a smile, eyebrows raised, a hand supporting her head while witnessing his struggle with his very own dungarees.

Under a lot of gasps for air and inaudible, muttered curses, Jack finally succeeded in getting his jeans down to his taluses and got them ending up right next to the bed by kicking his feet once more. He turned back toward her, rolling onto his side facing her by perceiving her position and intuitively tilted his head to allow their lips better access to reconnect.

They almost unconsciously rolled back and forth into the throes of passion until she was on top again – this time without Jack bumping his head. Renee's hips rocked into his naturally, getting him to groan into her mouth. Her fingers once again reached for his headboard, while his moved over her spine upward slowly until reaching her bra. He wasn't any good with this – never been. He continued fiddling with its fastener unsuccessfully until Renee lightly laughed against his lips and easily reached behind her to do it for him herself. This wasn't unusual when in bed with a man – at least not when he actually did his best to keep the bra whole.

Jack's ocean colored eyes took in the vision before him when Renee slowly allowed him to see her by letting the article move down, before tossing it aside without paying that much attention. He swallowed. "You're so…" he whispered, literally not being able to find any word fine enough to describe her.

Some of her reddish brown hair rippled down over one side of her face due to gravity as she shyly bowed her head. He delicately tucked her hair behind her ear again and tipped Renee's chin upward so that their eyes met again. Jack's hand lingered under her chin.

Renee smiled and quietly reached for his hand with hers, pinching it thankfully before rubbing their now entwined hands against her cheek and leading them further down. Their respective unoccupied hands found each other, before entwining as well, fingers weaving into each other so easily, as if made especially to be with one another and no one else. Renee cautiously caressed the back of his hand over her nipple, doing everything she could to keep her light wide pupilled eyes open to look at him, even though the touch made her eyelids so heavy with delight… that what she hadn't really felt in quite a while.

Renee's hand let go of his to let him investigate on his own for just a little while, while going to clench the head of the bed once again. A moan audibly escaped her lips, and her eyes shut as Jack cautiously palmed the side of his lover's bosom, immediately followed by his thumb running over the taunt, pink nipples.

He slowly rolled Renee underneath him into the bed again. Her eyes temporarily opened at the change of position, before fluttering shut again upon feeling his lips onto her neck and soon enough lower as well. Jack eventually reached a nipple, unhurriedly running the length of his tongue over it, before taking this tip into his mouth and sucking. Renee's body arched at this, as she just couldn't keep inside another moan, which appeared more audible than the former.

Renee could feel his breath onto the valley between the bulges that formed her bosom, as he slowly shifted his attention toward the other pink nipple. His tongue briefly flicked across it, immediately sending shivers of joy over Renee's entire body, goose flesh rising onto her skin, breathing soon becoming ragged in between moans and gasps.

He somehow used the tip of his nose to tease it, feeling Renee's fingers getting snared into his hair once again to urge him nearer, but he wasn't really willing to yield… yet. Another load of feather light kisses could be felt along her skin as Jack moved downward further to her navel. He fleetingly dipped his tongue into it, making her giggle aloud – she appeared to be very ticklish there.

Jack chuckled almost inaudibly, feeling her grasp into his hair tighten in anticipation as he slowly began kissing Renee's lower abdomen, teasing along the waistband of her jeans. "Jack," she panted, virtually begging him not to make her wait any longer; aching for more touch.

Jack's fingers loosened her pair of jeans; first unbuttoning before unzipping. He intentionally looked up at Renee to make sure this was alright; her deep blue eyes shut in sensation and lower lip bit gave him enough assurance. He easily hooked his thumbs into her jeans and pushed them lower. Renee thoughtfully lifted her bottom to allow the passage of fabric. Jack alternately began pulling at the legs of her pair of jeans as it reached her knees and threw it beside the bed with the other already discarded articles. Undoing Renee's jeans had appeared to go more easily in comparison with his own.

Jack then settled between her legs once again. Renee looked up at him lustfully, willingly bending her leg as her lover's hand ran across her thigh, commencing at her hip. His hand ran further down to her talus, languidly lifting her foot to his lips and kissing each of her toes successively, beginning with the biggest. Her toes impetuously jerked. She giggled, while undergoing this regard repeatedly, Jack's hand resolutely keeping her foot in his hold, as she couldn't do anything else but kick her legs while laughing.

He slowly kissed a path over her leg upward to Renee's inner thigh, her back almost immediately arching and breathing coming in shreds of air. As Jack eventually reached the very erogenous zone between her legs, he easily shifted to Renee's left leg, which she accommodatingly bended up to give him better access. His lips cautiously trailed over her left inner thigh upward, beginning at her knee.

Her eyes flickered open slowly. "Jack," she begged.

He quietly raised his eyes to meet hers. He could see her shiver momentarily. "You cold?" He questioned.

She immediately shook her head in denial to assure him she wasn't. He didn't look convinced, though. The covers of his bed were already quite disheveled, so it wasn't that hard to take hold of the sheet and guide it over their heated, sweaty bodies. She giggled girlishly into the dimness as she could no longer see her lover accurately, but barely perceive the now obscure shape that represented him.

Renee, however, could feel him near enough: the breath tickling her very sensitive skin, which made goose pimples rise onto it immediately; the lips leaving hot, wet trails along their way; the nose nuzzling the nape of her neck; the fingers running over her sides downward…

Jack's left hand ran down further while the other remained motionless onto her hip. He tentatively caught the waistband of her matching black panties and began pulling at them. She considerately lifted her bottom again to make it easier. Soon enough, Renee's black panties adorned the carpet, already scattered with articles belonging to either one of them.

He shifted, so that his left leg slid in between hers, while hers came up between his. Jack hunted around for her lips into the dimness, finding them and enveloping them into a new heated duel made of passion, lust… and love.

She sensually cupped him through the fabric of his grayish colored boxers, making him groan loud and reach for her hand with his to push it away. "Renee," he breathed. "Don't, or I won't be able to hold in any longer here."

"Then don't," she replied, candidly.

Even before she had gotten any chance to get a hold of him again, Jack already had both of his lover's wrists pinned on each side of her head and had shushed her with his mouth.

When he thought that it could be safe enough to let go of her again, he did and nuzzled down to her abdomen, fingertips caressing along over her sides to her hips. Upon reaching her hips, Jack's hands slid down to her knees, bending them and parting them subtly to give him easier access for what would follow later.

He agonizingly, slowly ran his lips over her right inner thigh, feather light so that she could barely feel it. She intuitively opened her legs wider for him. She could hear Jack's soft chuckle and began to suspect he wasn't going to give her right what she wanted quite yet. Renee couldn't really predict how far he would take it, but he was going to let her wait just a bit longer for sure. That was counted without Renee, though.

She could feel her lover's hot breath tickle in between her legs, where she was reasonably even more sensitive for it – partially because of the juices that had gathered there while subdued to Jack's luscious perception of foreplay, that came into contact with his respiration then. If she actually had to wait until Jack thought it necessary to go over to more… she felt absolutely positive, that by then she must have gone insane with anticipation already. Maybe that was rightly his purpose, though.

Jack cautiously kissed her mound, getting her to arch upward with delight and release her loudest moan until then. He, instead of going further, moved to go upward after that. That's when the very excited Renee lost it, though. "Jack," she whined. She could hear his chuckle near upon that. Her arms, which had rested next to her head until then, suddenly came to live again. She slowly roamed them down over her body, to let her fingers get lost in his hair again, tactfully leading him down further between her legs – where she most wanted him.

Jack, however, managed to raise his head, asking, "So, you gonna be bossy?"

In response, Renee effectively pushed his head back down. Neither of them could hold in a chuckle. He obliged, though. Jack's hands ran upward to rest onto her sides again, as he slowly kissed her, leaving mild sucking kisses on her labia on one side while moving down. He suddenly used the entirety of his tongue to swipe upward upon reaching her orifice.

"Oh Jack…" Renee moaned. This sensation was something she must have never felt before. It felt indescribably good to be cherished like that; to feel like being the very only one that counted for him right then.

Renee's emitted moans gave him the idea this could be a very good tactic. He slowly moved his lips, drawing in her left inner lip, before tenderly sucking on it, while massaging with his tongue. Letting go, he shifted to her orifice again. He cautiously allowed the tip of his pinkish, moist tongue inside her, moving it back and forth rather fast, immediately eliciting loud panting underneath him.

He suddenly left her core and ran his tongue upward to where her slick inner folds came together: the most sensitive erogenous zone of Renee's entire body. Jack easily chose to make use of that fact in his advantage; to give her as much joy as possible. He slowly clasped his lips around the nub, before giving it rapid, little sucks. Renee's body jerked in delight as a response and heated skin began to tingle, as she vociferously panted. A very familiar feeling came washing over her, settling resolutely and building into the pit of her abdomen. A lot of sensations soared across it, getting it to distort together… to make itself ready for the culmination.

He slowly enveloped the amass of nerves with his mouth again, shrouding it securely by his lips before commencing to suck somewhat harder and longer than before. While Jack did this, he simultaneously flicked his tongue over and around her clit. He very carefully listened to register any changes in Renee's demeanor, to make sure he could cease every action if necessary.

Her panting became even heavier now, and he could feel her get near the edge. She soon would fall into the deep, and he really wanted to make it mind-altering for her. Jack's hand disappeared between her legs as well, and he cautiously allowed a thumb inside her.

"Ohh," Renee released, followed by an even louder moan.

He carefully replaced his thumb by a couple of fingers, easing them back and forth within her fast, but tender; his lips never left her clit, and Jack continued sucking it with everything he had. And then it eventually came.

Renee's toes suddenly curled together, basically the whole of her body imitating that in some kind of way, while writhing and being tossed in different directions as she fell. And she continued falling and falling, and many lights dazzled behind her eyelids as she did. "Jack," she whispered, as it rippled through her.

He slowly moved up her body again to lie beside her, capturing her in his arms and letting her rest onto his chest. She only opened her eyes again when her breathing and fast heartbeat had calmed down enough to go through as un-abnormal.

Renee quietly raised her head to look at him, before guiding one leg over his body and getting on top again, awkwardly straddling him under the sheet for better leverage. She hunted around for his hands with hers, finding them somewhere in mid-air and entwining their fingers like before. She quietly lifted her posterior, as Jack suddenly interrupted, "Renee."

"I'm safe," she assured, as if reading his mind. She momentarily let go with one hand, to lead his member. As Renee's fingertips brushed over his lower area in search, groans left his lips. There wasn't much of a chance to miss, though.

Renee shuffled down, experimentally bending her head toward him and leading him into her mouth. She sensually sucked his tip and brought her lips up and back down a couple of times before letting go and straddling him like before. Slowly, she led him into her and sank down his length.

When the pair of lovers melded together, each released almost inaudible moans. Both of them remained motionless for a second, just enjoying the feel of being together on every level and in every way now.

Renee's fingers curled around his headboard again, as she slowly rocked her hips back and forth a couple of times, Jack's hands running up and back down her spine, usually lingering somewhat longer at his lover's lumbar region.

Renee suddenly winced, yet laughed at herself at the very same time. "I think that I just got a cramp in my foot."

Jack chuckled. "Which one?"

"Left," she admitted, somewhat ashamed that this really had to happen right now… and it happened to be damn annoying. Jack's hand moved down to knead her foot, massaging carefully to get it un-cramped again, as she recommenced rocking her hips back and forth, moderately altering her pace.

"Better?" He questioned.

"Yeah."

Jack quietly released her foot again, ocean colored eyes tightly shutting as Renee's hips thrust into his harder. Their moans and panting united into the heat of their encounter. "Renee, I cannot–" he managed to let out.

"Then… let go, Jack," Renee breathed.

An almost inaudible groan came past his lips, and she could already feel the viscous, hot liquid be released within her. The sensation only of experiencing that; the feeling of happiness that overwhelmed her upon realizing Jack had let go for and within her… made it easier to allow another release after a couple more thrusts.

Renee panted heavily, rolling off beside him, before lying her head down onto his chest like before and immediately feeling his arms around her attentively. And that's when she came to realize, that he must have meant the lot of things he had said to her.

Jack's hand toyed with her long, reddish dark brown hair. They quietly allowed the shine of sweat that had formed between them to cool, just enjoying the feel of being alone with each other.

Suddenly, something within Jack's hand twitched momentarily, awakening him. It had been existent only barely, but it had been there for sure. "Renee?" He called, eyes immediately going over to hers, only to find them shut and inanimate.

Nothing happened. "Renee?" He repeated, getting off his chair and painfully being reminded of how falling asleep like that tended to make about everyone feel like crap later on. He never released her hand, though.

He breathed heavily, positively sure that he couldn't have imagined this twice. Again, Renee's hand had twitched into his. His ocean colored eyes shifted back and forth over Renee, to perceive any other possible activity, even if only barely noticeable.

Nothing, yet… Jack couldn't push aside that feeling of hope that came over him; hoping that this twitching into his hand before – even though barely existent – really could have been an indication of that what he had been waiting for in the last seven days. He easily reached for the button above Renee's hospital bed.