Between the two of them, they polished off a large, extra cheese and pepperoni pizza, an order of Buffalo Chicken and a six pack of Molson Gold. Though Jack hadn't seen Leverage before, he enjoyed the episodes Chloe set the TV to play. It was a light hearted caper show and every episode ended with the good guys winning and the bad guys in jail or out a lot of money.

Just the thing for a relaxing evening.

As a new episode started, Chloe looked at Jack out of the corner of her eye. He was sitting forward on the couch head hung low as he rolled his shoulders. The action did not appear to relieve the tension in his back and neck, a result of today's injuries, as he began twisting his head from side to side.

Before she could rethink her actions, she shifted onto her knees, moving closer to him on the couch. "Turn a bit. Back to me," she ordered, placing her hands on his shoulders and ignoring her general rule about limiting physical contact. Then again, that rule never had really applied to Jack.

He hesitated for a moment, but his discomfort must have been greater than any wariness he felt, because he accepted her offer. She knew he would know it was not an actual demand, despite how she worded things. He was as fluent in Chloe-speak as she was at understanding and translating the mumbles and growls that peppered Jack's speech.

She placed her thumbs on either side of his vertebrae, where the neck and skull met. Fingertips under his ears and along his jaw line, she began to apply pressure in small circles, that grew wider and wider as his muscles loosened and relaxed..

Five minutes later found her hands supporting the weight of his head, able to roll it side to side without any resistance. She turned it slightly, peeking at his strong profile. The long, blond lashes rested on his cheekbones as he dozed. Gently, she eased his chin to his chest, so as to have better access to his shoulders.

Her thumbs followed his spine, fingers manipulating the muscles within their reach, careful not to stray too far in the direction of the bruised ribs. She took extra care to seek the knots that had formed around his shoulder blades. Some of them seemed to be nearly the size of her fist and were stubborn, took a loot of pressure and repetition to release. When she reached the base of his spine, her hands lingered to massage the lower back, tight, tense muscles telling her he carried a lot of stress there. He stirred a bit, then she applied herself to the knots hidden deep in the trapezoid muscles. His torso sagged lower and lower as his muscles relaxed in response to her ministrations.

Impulsively, she pulled him back against her torso, his head against her stomach, shoulders resting on her thighs as she slipped her hands down his chest to his pectoral muscles. Through his shirt, she drew lazy circles with her fingers, before pressing hard and deep into the tight muscle. She could feel his chest hair through the fabric, an additional hint of friction against her fingers. His head rubbed against her abdomen, adding sensation layered upon sensation.

A purely friendly gesture had taken a decidedly erotic turn, but she caught herself before passing her thumbs over his nipples. She breathed deeply, breasts rising and falling just above his eyes. She looked down to meet his gave, hazy and sleepy, but there was definitely lust there as well. She knew he was seeing the same thing as he looked at her.

Question was, which of them was going to make the first move?


A nice evening of pizza, beer and mindless TV with Chloe was just about Jack's idea of a perfect night. Maybe it was because their professional lives were so insane, maybe it was because he felt like he was getting old, but normality was something to be prized and enjoyed.

His bruised and abused body began registering some complaints, so he sat forward to try and work out some of the cramps and tension. His muscles seized up when he twisted a particular way, so he tried to hang his head real low. He rolled his shoulders, trying to loosen the muscles, but it didn't work, so he rolled his head about, knowing he looked foolish but he knew his body would thank him in the morning.

He felt Chloe move from her seat to a spot on the couch much closer to him.

"Turn a bit. Back to me." To the uninformed, it would have sounded like an order, but Jack knew she was offering to help. He always knew what she meant as opposed to what actually made it's way out of her mouth. It was one of the reasons they worked so well together.

She was offering to massage his sore, aching muscles. Chloe wasn't big on touching others or being touched, but she'd never shrugged off his hands and she had earlier inspected his bruised ribs. So he nodded and shifted his position. "Thanks."

She began by placing her thumbs on either side of his spine, where neck met head. She followed that up by placing her fingertips gently under his ears and along the jaw line. Moving in small circles, she began to apply pressure, letting them grow wider and wider as his muscles loosened.

Her touch was assured, confident. She's done this before, he realized. Contemplating who Chloe had done what with when occupied him for several minutes, until, finally, he couldn't fight the fatigue any longer.

He had to contain himself when her hands reached the base of his spine. That woke his hormones up. She was basically massaging the top of his ass, little fingers slipping past the waist of his jeans as she worked the muscles. If it were anyone else, he would swear she was copping a feel. She must have noticed that he had begun to awaken, because her hands traveled to the knots hidden deep in his trapezoid muscles. He sagged lower and lower, so relaxed he found that couldn't hold himself up.

Without warning she pulled his unresisting body against hers. His head came to rest just below her breasts. If he moved an inch he might have been liable for sexual harassment charges. While he pondered that, she slipped her hands down his chest to my pecs and began to draw lazy circles with her fingers all over his front. Then she pressed hard and deep into his flesh. The shirt tugged at his chest under the friction of her fingers and he had to shift, head rubbing against her abdomen.

He blinked his eyes open as he felt her intake of breath, saw her breasts rise and fall barely a quarter of an inch above his nose. Her eyes dropped to meet his and he saw the desire he felt reflected there.

There had been looks and touches, heavy with emotion and want, but always ignored. She was Chloe, he was Jack. Together they were unbeatable, unstoppable. Through all the hardships, she had been there for him and he knew he loved her.

Slowly, gently, he raised one of his hands and rested it over hers for a moment before raising it and placing a warm kiss against her palm.


TBC…………

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