The feel of his warm, moist lips against her palm sent little shivers coursing up her arm and Chloe tightened her free hand in the fabric of Jack's shirt. Blood pounding in her ears, she wished they were in a position that gave her better access to his lips. With her lips.

It seemed like Jack was having the same thoughts, as he released her hand and rolled into a sitting position… or at least attempted to, but was brought up short by protesting ribs. He grabbed his side, groaned and half slumped against the back of the couch, hissing curses through his teeth.

Well, if that wasn't a mood killer, Chloe didn't know what was. "Oh, God," she breathed, scrambling to try and help push him into a more comfortable upright position. "Are you…well, obviously not okay, but…want some Ibuprofen?"

Jack gave a nod and she stood, casting a concerned look at him as she hustled into the bathroom. Opening the medicine cabinet, she pulled out the bottle of pills. As she made her way back to the couch, she ruefully thought perhaps it was for the best. Things were moving fast, they weren't being logical about this.

She wasn't saying it was a bad thing, God no, but a little restraint might be…who was she kidding, she just wanted a little time to wrap her brain around the idea that this was really happening, maybe put on something sexier than white cotton panties.

Opening the bottle, she shook out two pills and handed them to Jack, who swallowed them dry. He looked pale and a little shaky and, for a moment, she thought about how he had looked when he had nearly died those few months ago. She'd thought he was going to die then and it had taken every ounce of her reserve to keep on working as though everything was fine. But, like always, she had done as he asked.

Everything had turned out all right, they'd stopped the bad guys, saved the world and Jack had lived. All they'd done, all they'd been through had led them to this point and she just wished the journey had been a bit less traumatic.

As it was, she slumped back onto to the at Jack's non injured side and he wrapped his arm around her. This was nice, she decided, letting her head fall against his shoulder. His arm was warm and firm behind her neck, fingers catching hers as she reached up and caught his hand. She felt his lips land on the crown of her head and smiled.

Yeah, they were good. There was no rush.


TBC

Reviews Please!!!!!!!!!

I know, I know, cruel of me to leave 'em hanging, but sex scenes are the thing I find hardest to write. Anything else, I can write it out long hand before typing it, but, for some reason, I find it weird to write SMUT in a notebook.