Sorry this took SOO long, but I think you'll like this chapter. The majority of you wanted smut, and a few just wanted it implied, so I think I did it halfway but still satisfying enough for the majority of you. More to come soon, but I hope there are a few more reviews that there were for last chapter, only around four or five. Thanks!

Jack let his hands run slowly up and down Kate's sides from where she was perched in his lap, straddling him. With a smirk, she'd pushed him flat on his back onto her bed, slowly climbing him until she was on top, connecting their mouths and letting her own hands cup his stubbly jaw and letting out a soft whimper when his fingers found the skin of her hips beneath her shirt.

With one swift move, Jack flipped them gently so that Kate was on her back beneath him as he let his tongue probe further into her mouth. She let a slow hand drift down to the first button on his shirt as she flicked it open and he felt the first prickle of anticipation shimmy up his spine.

A few more moves from her nimble fingers and Jack's shirt was open, and it wasn't long after that that Kate slid it from his shoulders, her fingertips tracing the fine contours of his back muscles, then slipping forward and tangling in his smattering of chest hair.

Jack shifted his lips from hers and let them trail down her neck, then back up to her jaw, sucking gently there and making her hips move automatically to better cradle his, their pelvises aligning and Jack grunted, hips thrusting against hers involuntarily.

Kate's hands slipped around to Jack's waist, hands finding his belt buckle and alarms went of in Jack's head.

He pulled away, hands stilling hers where they were perched at his belt.

"Kate, I don't know if this is a good idea." If he searched his taste buds hard enough, he was sure he'd able to find the traces of liquor that'd come from her tongue. Two shots of tequila wouldn't make her too drunk, but Jack didn't want anything clouding this.

Kate rolled her eyes; head flopping back on her pillow as she rubbed her palms into her eyes, and then let them drop at her sides as she looked up at him.

"What are you waiting for?" She sighed exasperatedly.

"I don't want this to be a one time thing." Jack said softly, but Kate shifted her eyes, head turning away from him.

"You can't save me, Jack."

Jack bit his lip, jaw clenching and unclenching. "I know that." He said quickly.

Kate turned her head back to face his slowly. "Then what are you waiting for?" She asked again, slowly, eyes meeting his hard and head on.

He stilled a moment before his mouth found hers again, his hands smoothing down her sides until they slipped below the hem of her shirt, feeling the skin warm there, then slid up further until her shirt was gone and her skin, flushed, was bare to him.

Jack let his lips trail down her neck, falling onto her chest and kissing a wet line between her breasts and down to her bellybutton, her hand coming up to guide his head, her fingertips soft on the hair at the nape of his neck.

His breath fanned out at the waistband of her pants, and she squirmed, making him smile up at her with a coy grin on his face as he slowly and deliberately undid her pants, slowly, slowly, until she squirmed again and shook the rest of the material down her legs and she kicked them off, then let them cradle Jack's body as he slid back up atop her.

By the time they were both undressed completely, save for both their underwear, they were panting heavily, Jack's fingers gripping Kate's thigh where it was hooked over his hip. Their mouths met in a rush, all tongues and nips and wet heat until Kate could stand it no more and let her hand slip through the slit in Jack's boxers, finding him there, hard and ready, and he gasped where she held him firm.

Kate watched him curiously as his eyes hooded and slipped shut as her hand began gliding over him, finding the changes in his face, in his body, fascinated as she continued to pump him slowly. His head dropped and buried in her neck, breathing hard and she could feel his breath and his hips twitch, fighting the urge to thrust hard into her palm.

After another minute he lifted his head, then gently pushed her hand away from where she held him, shaking his head. "I won't last." He breathed, hands trailing up her thighs and finding the thin strap of her underwear and yanking them down her legs in two swift tugs, making her yelp in gleeful surprise, meeting his boyish grin with her own smile when he met her eyes.

"In a hurry, huh?" She asked innocently, quirking an eyebrow as he settled on top of her, gripped himself in hand and led himself to her entrance, pausing a moment, seeing her eyes change from amusement to total calm, then he pushed in and her eyes clamped shut, her lips pursing a moment and then she relaxed, letting out a breathy moan as she pressed herself closer to him.

Jack let himself adjust for a moment, stilling, feeling her breath, panting, fan out across his shoulder. Her hips shifted, sending him deeper and he groaned, feeling her fingernails dig into his shoulders, her breath quicken and intermix with barely audible moans and whimpers.

"You okay?" Jack managed, eyes finding hers. She nodded, hips rolling and making Jack shudder.

"Yeah, I'm fine, just move."

The next morning, just as the Los Angeles grey was giving way to sunshine—as visible through the single window in Kate's bedroom—Claire burst through the door.

"Kate, have you seen my—" She began distractedly before seeing Jack, who was newly awake and clearly naked beneath the thin white sheet that hung low on his hips. Kate was facing away from him, on her side, the majority of the sheets pulled up over her shoulders. She, not bothered or awakened by Claire's bursting in, didn't budge.

Jack shielded his sleepy eyes against the daylight. "Morning, Claire." He croaked, too tired to chuckle at the pink that had just risen in her cheeks.

"Sorry." She mumbled, backing out of the room and closing the door softly behind her.

With a gusty sigh, Jack turned over, laying a palm on Kate's waist overtop the sheet. She stirred a bit before her hand came up and smoothed her hair away, and she let herself turn onto her back.

"Good morning." Jack said softly, turning on his side to face her.

Kate was staring half-awake towards the ceiling.

"Claire stopped in." Jack tried to joke, but Kate only let out a long yawn, slowly turning her head to look at him.

"What time is it?" She mumbled sleepily, and Jack turned over to look at the clock on the bedside table. It was nearly nine.

"Nine. You hungry?" He tried, turning back to her and letting his hand find her hip.

She bit her lip. "Maybe."

"I was thinking I could make you some breakfast."

Kate shrugged, smiling goofily. "Maybe."

Jack laughed. "And then I thought—"

She scooted close to him, cutting off his train of thought and pressing a deep, wet, morning kiss to his lips, her fingertips trailing down his bare chest.

"Maybe." She said again and he chuckled, leaning forward and catching her lips until he had her on her back again.

When they emerged from the bedroom forty minutes later, Jack in his rumpled clothes from the day before, sans dress shirt, only his white undershirt to match his trousers, and Kate in rumpled shorts and a tank top, Claire, perched at the counter, sent them a smirk.

"I think I'm going to invest in some ear plugs." She announced, making Jack blush.

"Sorry." He mumbled, taking the coffee that Kate offered him and leaned back again the counter.

"What are your plans for the day?" Claire asked offhandedly, riffling through the fridge.

Kate sent a sidelong glance toward Jack before shrugging. "I'm not sure. I'm not working today."

"Me neither." Jack said quickly, though he knew he did have work, and now he'd have to find a spare moment to call out so he wouldn't have to go in. Kate gave him a pointed look.

"Really?" She asked skeptically, a fingertip tracing the circumference of her coffee mug before she took a sip.

Jack nodded quickly. "Yeah, I've got the day off." He sidled closer to her where she was also leaning against the counter. He let a hand smooth up her arm and then brush some hair away from her face.

"So I thought we could spend some time together."

Kate opened her mouth to respond when Claire's snort interrupted their moment. They looked at her curiously, but she only held a hand up in front of her mouth, stifling her giggles.

"Sorry, it's just—Kate, where did you find this guy? And does he have a brother?"

Jack blushed some more, ducking his head and Kate set a hand on his chest, smiling up at him.

"I don't know. Do you have a brother?" She asked sweetly, and he shook his head, looking over at Claire.

"Sorry, no brother."

Claire finished laughing and made an exit towards her bedroom, citing laundry that needed folding.

As soon as Claire's bedroom door closed behind her, Kate set her mug on the counter, turned and pressed Jack hard against the counter, arms bracing his sides and body flush against his and kissed him.

She could feel his eyebrows rise in surprise but it didn't take long before he'd set his own mug down and wrapped his arms around her. His hands slid tight around her waist before scooping down around her bottom and pulling her flush against his pelvis, making her gasp. She pulled away and met his eyes with a devilish smirk, breathing roughly.

"Have I said good morning yet?" Kate said softly against his lips, and he shook his head.

"Well," she continued, pressing a soft, chaste kiss against his eyebrow, nose, and then mouth, "good morning."

They kissed for a few moments longer until Jack's hand started to wander below Kate's shirt and up, making her laugh and pull away.

"Want to go back to bed?" Jack whispered huskily, drawing her close again and nibbling on her earlobe, making her squirm and let out a sigh. But after another moment she pulled away, smiling.

"I was thinking breakfast."

Jack laughed. "Okay, in or out?"

"Out."

He smiled. "I know a place."

Thirty minutes later and they were seated outside at a small sidewalk café in Santa Monica, the day already warm and sunny. Jack had called the hospital on the way, canceling his schedule for the day and though Kate raised her eyebrows, she said nothing, allowing him to take the time off.

Jack reached a hand across the table and took Kate's, rubbing a thumb over the back of her hand and making her look up at him with a shy smile.

He'd noticed she'd been looking around nervously, seemingly out of her element, but she seemed to settle in at his touch.

The waiter arrived, and Jack tried to fight a smile when she ordered perhaps one of the biggest breakfasts possible, but the waiter sent him a glance, Jack remained stoic, trying not to make Kate feel embarrassed.

After the waiter left, Jack sat back in his chair, watching Kate calmly.

She fidgeted a little in her seat and sighed. "So…"

"Relax." Jack said softly, sending her a smirk, and she lowered her eyebrows at him.

"I'm relaxed."

"Is that why you keep looking around like you're going to get arrested or something?"

Kate couldn't hide a wry smile at that. "I'm just not used to this, I guess." She admitted, leaning forward on her elbows, and Jack leaned close too, eyes serious.

"Used to what?"

"Playing girlfriend to an esteemed member of society?" She joked, then pinked, realizing what she'd called herself and picking at her fingernails. "I meant…"

"Girlfriend, huh?"

"Jack."

He shrugged. "If you say so." He teased.

"I didn't say so. I was just—"

"Kate."

She looked at him cautiously.

"Will you be my girlfriend?"

Kate's face was a blank a moment before she let crack a smile.

"Okay."

Jack let out a bark of laughter, making her frown.

"What's so funny?" Kate asked indignantly.

"I haven't had to ask that since junior high." Jack laughed.

Kate crossed her arms over her chest, frowning. "Well, I guess we do things a little differently back in Iowa."

Jack took a sip of his orange juice. "I like it. Old-fashioned. Very sweet."

She sent him her worst look. "Go ahead and laugh. Back where I'm from, you might've had to ask my dad before—"

Kate stopped sharply, realizing what she said and looked down. It took Jack a moment to catch up before his own smile slid from his face and he looked worried.

"Kate—"

"It's okay, don't." She replied softly, focusing on her silverware and avoiding his eyes.

Jack reached a hang across the table, taking hers gently. "If you want to talk about—"

"I don't."

Jack sighed, removing his hand. "Well, when you're ready."

Kate laughed harshly. "Since when did you switch from surgery to psychology? I'm fine."

Jack scowled. "You're not fine. And you have these mood swings I can't even keep up with. One minute everything's fine and then one word and you're—"

"I'm sorry I'm not perfect like all the other girls you—"

"Oh come on, don't make it about that. You know it's not—"

"I told you when we met and last night—a million times—you can't save me, or expect me to be someone who I'm not."

Jack sighed, rubbing his forehead frustratedly. "Kate, I would never expect you to be someone else."

She raised a defiant eyebrow, challenging him. He sighed again.

"The reason I…I like you, is because you're different. But last night, and before…you've go to admit—this whole thing with your parents…"

"What? Say it." Kate asked, hard.

He sighed, "I just think…maybe you should talk to someone about it. See someone."

"Like a shrink." Kate asked, frowning.

"I don't know…" Jack replied, trying to soften the suggestion.

"That's ridiculous." She snapped, the quieted as the waiter set there food before them.

They sat silently for a long minute, neither touching their plates.

Finally, Jack relented. "I didn't mean to…" he sighed, "I just want you to be happy. I want to help."

Kate let her shoulders relax. "I know. But I don't need help. I've been doing it on my own for a long time. I can handle it on my own."

Jack nodded, considering. "You're right. You have been doing it on your own. But maybe you deserve a break. Maybe you can handle it on your own, but you shouldn't have to."

She looked at him for a long while before smiling softly. "You don't have to say stuff like that."

Jack ducked his head. "Well I meant it."

Kate nodded knowingly. "I know you did."

They ate the rest of their meal in relative silence. Jack picked up the tab and they were off, driving through the streets of L.A. when Kate let out a loud yawn, making Jack smirk.

"How about a nap?" He offered, and Kate smiled.

"That sounds nice, but Claire's cleaning out the apartment today. I should help."

"Well, how about we swing by my place, take a quick nap and then I'll help you two."

Kate laughed. "Are you kidding me?"

Jack shrugged. "Yeah, why not? I've got nothing better to do."

She eyed him. "Why did…you seem too perfect, Jack. How could things have ended between you and your wife?" She asked softly, almost regretting the question as soon as it was out of her mouth. They were just starting to get over there little fight and now she was bringing up the past again.

Jack didn't say anything for a moment, just pulled into the parking lot of his apartment complex and turned off the ignition, then slowly turned towards hers.

"Things with Sarah, my wife, ended because…we just weren't right each other."

"That's it?"

Jack smiled ruefully, "Yeah, I guess that's it."

They were silent for a moment before Jack finally looked up at Kate again. "How about that nap?"

Jack and Kate settled beneath the sheets of his bed, Kate letting out a slow sigh as she curled up beneath the quilt, letting her eyes flutter closed. Jack settled on his side, facing her and let his palm cup her face.

"Kate." Jack said softly.

"Hmm?"

"I think I know a way to help your mom."

Next up: Jack's way of helping Kate; how she reacts; more potential smut or angst; and Kate meets someone from Jack's life. Review, please!