"I feel like this is cheating."
Kate arched an eyebrow, a slow smile forming on her lips as she watched Jack set down the last of her boxes on the kitchen counter.
"Cheating?"
"You had—what—like, three boxes total? I thought I was going to doing some heavy lifting today," Jack huffed with a laugh before scooting past her and grabbing a beer from the fridge, uncapping it and taking a long pull before offering it to her.
"I just don't have that much stuff," she defended, with a smile and a shrug, sidling close to Jack where he was leaning back on the countertop, taking a slow gulp from the bottle.
He lifted an arm to accommodate her and she melted into his side.
"Maybe we should do some shopping…" Jack mumbled into her hair, knowing almost instantly she would refuse. If there was one thing he was certain of regarding Kate, it was that she hated accepting gifts when she thought she could proffer nothing in return.
"Jack…" she rubbed her forehead, a habit he was beginning to recognize. "You're already paying for almost the whole rent."
"Well, I thought this place could use a few womanly touches," he covered, smiling innocently when she cocked an eyebrow at him.
"Womanly touches," Kate deadpanned, and Jack had to stifle the laugh that threatened to escape at the sour look on her face.
"Okay, I didn't mean a big pink fluffy couch or anything, I just meant—I don't know, you're apartment was homey, and comfortable. And this place has pretty much stayed exactly the way it was since my mom hired the interior designer when I moved in."
Kate sighed, eyeing the living room and the long hallway that led to the rest of the apartment. "I guess I could keep an eye out. If I see something…" Kate relented, making Jack smile.
"That's all I ask," he acquiesced, content that Kate failed to notice his triumphant smile and change her mind in turn.
"So I never got a chance to ask—what's Claire's plan now that she's flying solo on the whole apartment thing?" He asked after a moment before draining the last of his beer and setting the bottle in the recycling bin. Kate followed him back towards the bedroom, talking along the way.
"I told her I'd help her out with rent at the old place until she finds something different. I hate making her go out of her way, but she didn't seem to mind. She's looking to move closer to this area, actually."
Jack turned at the last part. "That doesn't have anything to do with the fact that Marc lives two minutes from here, does it?"
Kate shrugged, all the while smiling knowingly, a mischievous glint in her eye as she moved closer to Jack, placing her palms on his chest and systematically backing him up towards the bed until the back of his knees hit the side of the mattress, forcing him to sit.
She grinned at her small victory, climbing onto his lap and straddling him there, his own hands coming around to rest at her waist.
"You know, we've been dating for four months now…" Kate said playfully, relaxing in his arms and letting her palms slide up to cup his jaw.
Though Jack knew she said it lightly, he also knew that the subtle vulnerability in her eyes was a window for him to let her know he cared. She rarely put herself out there, and when she did she always factored in an escape plan if her feelings weren't reciprocated.
Jack slid his hands up her arms and met her eyes steadily. "I know. Four months to the day." He grinned, and she tried to cover the surprise in her eyes that he remembered.
"So maybe we should celebrate…" She trailed, her eyes dropping to his lips a split second, making him gulp hard at the insinuation.
In a flash, Jack flipped Kate on her back onto the bed, his own body draping itself over hers. She smiled, a tad breathless, but cheeks glowing.
"You know, it seems longer than four months…" Jack said softly as he pressed slow wet kisses up and down the column of her neck.
"Mm," Kate mumbled in response, breath catching as Jack's warm hand slid up the bottom of her sweater and curved beneath her bra.
"You seem distracted," Jack teased as he sat back and stripped off his shirt. Kate hoisted herself up onto her elbows and reached for the button on his jeans, twirling it between her fingers before letting her palm glide over his fly.
His eyes fluttered shut—a coy smile lighting up Kate's eyes. "I seem distracted?"
Jack didn't answer, only reclaimed Kate's lips with his own, body once again draping itself over hers, her hips shifting to accommodate his weight between them.
She arched into him and his grip on her hips tightened. "Take off your clothes," he breathed against her mouth. She laughed-low and sultry-while smiling into his kiss.
"Well, well, well, is that an order Dr. Shepard?" She asked, her hands already creeping to the buttons on her shirt, beginning to undo them one by one.
Jack licked his lips, eyes dark and hooded, and then nodded. He backed off slowly, undoing his jeans and kicking them and his socks and shoes off quickly, his gaze never leaving the sight before him.
Kate had leaned up on to her knees, whipping off her shirt and tossing it on the floor, her pants following. Jack swallowed hard as she reached for the front clasp on her bra—smirking devilishly at Jack's expression, his eyes dark.
She toyed with the clasp a moment longer, enjoying the way his mouth fell open a fraction more the longer she waited to appease him. He licked his lips and she couldn't resist any longer, letting the fabric slide off her shoulders.
In a flash he was meeting her on the bed, knees to knees, chest to chest, breathing hard. She felt his warm palm smooth firmly up from her hip to her breast, cupping it there roughly. She moaned into his mouth and he answered with his own groan as her fingernails grazed down his bare chest.
She felt him shudder beneath her hands, his head dipping away from hers as he bowed his forehead against her collarbone. Her eyes fluttered closed as his palm kneaded her breast firmly. She slid her hand down his abs, a fingernail dipping into his belly button as she headed south.
She could feel the tightness inside his boxer-briefs pressing through the fabric and felt the heat rise over her skin. Her hand snaked beneath the waistband until she reached his hardness, warm and throbbing against her palm. He let out a grunt, thrusting into her hand, his own touch on her faltering. Where his forehead rested on her clavicle, he pressed a breathy, wet kiss against her skin—latching on there and giving her what was sure to become a love bite the next day.
Her hand on him moved more assuredly, feeling him thickening in her grip as she pumped him from base to tip, a thumb brushing over the head and he let out a shuddering breath.
She pushed him flat on his back and crawled up his body. He watched her move slowly, his own eyes molten and cloudy. His whole body twitched as her long curls grazed his bare skin.
"Wait." He said hoarsely, and her mouth stilled where it was kissing down his stomach.
"Yes?" She asked coyly, stopping her ministrations and meeting his eyes.
He flipped them suddenly so that he was on top and she gasped in surprise, eyes twinkling.
"You wanna be on top?" She grinned, adjusting her hips to cradle his.
"Yeah. I wanna be on top." He ground out, feeling her hips buck into his. He gripped her wrists in his hands and moved them above her head, trapping them against the bed with one hand.
She waggled her eyebrows, seeming to like the shift in power.
"Don't move." He ground out, and her amusement shifted into total lust as she bit her lip and nodded.
He slowly removed the hand that been holding her wrists above her head. "No matter what I do to you," he began, fingertips gliding towards the front of her underwear, "don't move."
Her eyes fluttered closed when she felt his fingers slide against her wetness.
"Keep your eyes open," he commanded. "I want you to watch."
She forced them open and watched as his hand moved inside her panties, making her suck in a sharp breath.
"Jack." She moaned, hips bucking up as he entered her with a finger, then two. He added a third and she groaned. Loud.
"Oh god." She whispered, trying desperately to keep her eyes open. "Don't stop. Please."
He could barely take her moans, the feel of her against him, the tightness gripping his fingers inside her. He knew he was leaking from the tip, desperate to bury himself into her and fuck her hard into the mattress.
"Tell me what you want." He said against her mouth, her lips desperately seeking his but he didn't let them connect.
"Harder." She whined, her hand sliding down and gripping his and pressing it harder into her and she gave a satisfied shout. He stopped, withdrawing and moving her hand back above her head.
"I said don't move." He chided with a throaty chuckle.
"Jack." She whined again, cheeks rosy and he could barely resist taking her right then.
"Oh you're gonna pay for that." He joked, but in the same instant he flipped her onto her stomach and held her arms in place above her.
"Oh god," she mumbled against the pillows as he placed wet, suckling kisses down her spine, before wrenching off her underwear, pulling her up on her knees.
She groaned, grinding back into his pelvis and rolling her hips. His hands trembled as they gripped her hips before gripping himself in hand and leading his hardness towards her entrance.
He connected them slowly, letting the warmth and tightness take him in inch by inch while she breathed hard, mumbling incoherently.
He thrust against her once, her hips rocking back into his and she gripped the sheets tight. He pulled out nearly all the way before driving into her roughly and she moaned. "Oh god, oh god, oh god." She mumbled.
He leant over her, his chest to her back and pressed lingering kisses over the freckles over her shoulders. "Feel good?" He teased, thrusting again and she gasped.
"Tell me how good it feels," he whispered into her ear before taking her lobe between his teeth and giving it a tug.
"Fuck." She breathed, feeling him reach deeply, feeling herself near coming, but holding back, wanting to feel it longer.
He leaned back and sped up his thrusts as she grunted, rising just onto her knees and leaning her back into his chest and he groaned as she reached her own hand down to touch herself.
"Kate. God, fuck, Kate." He groaned into her hair, rolling his hips to hers and adding his own hands, sliding them up her firm stomach and breasts.
"Jack," she mumbled back, shutting her eyes tight against the mounting sensation, feeling her skin prick up at every inch where it touched his. She felt the pressure of his fingertips on her waist, curving around her breast—his hands seemingly everywhere at once.
She fell back onto her hands and knees, and he gripped her hips hard. Holding her in place and he pounded harder and harder, their bodies slapping together roughly and she nearly sobbed a long moan.
"Harder?" He asked with a huff, slowing slightly and her arms wobbled as they held her up.
He thrusted hard once, rough, knocking her forward. "Yes, yes, oh god oh god…" she mumbled and he watched a single bead of sweat coarse down her spine.
"More?" He teased, his fingers creeping towards her front, a palm closing over her center and rubbing slow circles.
She clenched around him a brief moment and he nearly saw stars. "Fuck." He breathed before gripping her hips hard and pulling her back onto him roughly, thrusting her hips along with his.
She leaned back onto her knees again, her back against his chest, their combined sweat sliding hot between them.
"I'm so close," she mumbled, swiveling her hips quickly, his thrusts turning erratic as they sped, pumping shallow then deep, so deep that she gasped and let out a long moan—her hips grounding mercilessly against him as she came. He bit her shoulder, pressed her down onto him by her shoulders and thrust up twice, three, four times before biting down hard and letting go.
He held her there, on him close, for a long moment before they slid down into the bed, him pulling out slowly, making her nearly purr at the pleasure. He pulled her to his chest, their bodies humming.
"Wow." She breathed out, turning on her side and looking at him—glowing. He laughed breathlessly and closed his eyes.
"Yeah. Jesus."
Their breathing filled the room, slowing steadily.
"Too rough?" He asked.
She barked a laugh and he turned to her and smiled. "I like it rough."
He cocked an amused eyebrow. "Me too."
"But," she started, crawling over him and straddling his hips. His eyes roved her exposed flesh, his hands creeping around her sides by their own volition.
"But what?"
"I have an idea. While you're…" she let a hand reach behind her and ghost over his lingering hardness, "recovering."
His hips jumped and she laughed, surprised. His palm curved around her breast, his thumb tracing her nipple until it stood at its peak.
"I'm listening…" he said with a smile.
She slowly let her palm smooth down her chest, over her breasts and down her flat stomach, her fingers tiptoeing down to her center where she was still hot and wet and wanting more of him.
His eyes darkened and he groaned, his hips thrusting against her though he wasn't nearly ready for another round.
"You. Just. Watch." She whispered, her eyes closing as her fingers began to work herself, her hips starting a slow swivel over his. He gripped her waist harshly, his eyes closing for a moment before they turned back to watch what she was doing.
"The night we met at the club, that same night—I went home and thought of you, and I did this." She said softly, voice gravelly and breath coming harsher.
"Oh God." He groaned and he could feel himself getting harder the longer her watched her. She nodded and opened her eyes, smoky and half-lidded as she gazed at him.
"Fuck," she heaved on a long sigh, her hips twitching and shifted faster over his and he gritted his teeth.
He moved his fingers to her mouth and she covered them with her lips, sucking hard and moaning around them. He let them trail down her front, through the valley of her breasts, heaving with exertion. He let them settle on her center, moist and trembling. She let out a gasp.
"Tell me what it feels like." He said huskily, his fingers entering her slowly.
She moved a hand to her own breast, tugging it and molding it into her palm and he felt himself grown another inch, thick and heavy.
"Oh God, it feels so good. So good."
He sat up in a sudden movement, gripping her around the waist and raising her a few inches above his hips—his cock suddenly ready, suddenly aching, his owns stamina surprising him.
He gripped his hard member in his hand and let it brush her opening and she fought against his grip to sink down onto him.
"Please." She mumbled, eyes shut tight against an unbearable pressure rising in her belly, the feel of him lingering so close to her but yet still outside of her making her groan in anticipation.
He let her sink an inch lower, taking just the tip of himself.
"C'mon," he growled, "tell me how bad you want it."
"Oh God," she heaved, limbs shaking, hips seeking purchase against him. "I want it, I want it, please, I want it. You're so big, you feel so good, I want it, I want it."
He felt himself throb painfully and he instantly let her weight drop down, his cock thrusting deep into her in one fell swoop and she nearly lost her balance, here whole torso leaning heavily into as he held her around the waist. He guided her hips to rock in small thrusts against him, and he knew he'd never been so deep before.
"So big, huh?" He teased breathlessly, and she laughed a loud, airy laugh.
She squeezed herself around him, clenching, and the smirk slid from his face as he grunted.
"I distinctly remember telling you to just watch." She said with a grin and forced his back flat against the mattress as she began to rock against him earnestly. Her hips pistoned over his, her palms lying flat against his chest as she rode him as hard as she could, as quickly, taking him the deepest anyone had been before.
She felt him inside of her, pressing against a bundle of nears deep within that made her shout every time she shifted her hips above him. Beneath her he grinned, seeing her getting lost, deeply lost in the moment as she panted, uncaring, in search of her own release.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck." She chanted under her breath, swiveling again a long moment before she stopped suddenly and ground hard into him and came, eyebrows clenched, eyes closed, mouth open in a silent scream.
She nearly collapsed as he came down, her limbs shaking as she fell into his chest. His warm palms smoother over her naked back, humid and damp with her sweat. He fought the urge to flip her over and pound in to and find his own release. Instead he whispered into her hair and soothed his hands over her back and sides and bottom, gently kneading their pelvises together, seeking the slightest delicious friction.
"Jack." She whispered against his neck, her tongue peaking out and licking a stray beauty mark there.
She continued her tongue's trail down to his clavicle, sucking rough and nipping the skin with her teeth. His fists balled at his side as she continued her assault. She eased herself off him and he groaned, missing the tightness and the warmth. She snaked lower down his hips till her hot breath fanned over the tip of him and he sucked in a breath—waiting.
She smirked up at him, tossing her wild curls over one shoulder and gripping him at the base.
"Still watching?" She asked throatily and lowered her mouth to him, licking him up and down once before taking his entirety into her mouth and moaning around him, making him send up a thrust up towards her throat.
She backed off a moment, let him regain some control, but sucking again, harder and moister, letting her moans vibrate around him as his hands snaked into her curls and tugged.
"Fuck, yeah. Kate, Kate, fuck." He mumbled, fighting to keep his eyes open and watch her head bob between his legs as she sucked on him earnestly. She came up for air and pumped him from base to tip a few times, letting the drops of pre-cum on his tip collect. Then she spread them with her thumb, letting them coat him before she licked the tip and he shook for her.
"I want you to come in my mouth, Dr. Shepard." She said with a knowing grin, and a near laugh, before she swallowed him whole once more, sucking fiercely and wetly. His grip in her hair tightened and he knew he couldn't hold off much longer.
"Kate—I'm gonna, I'm going to—"
And she opened her throat and took him in another impossible inch and came with a shout, pumping roughly into her and her accepting it, moaning along with his grunts.
She waited as he finished, already softening before letting him go, wiping the edges of her mouth slightly and shooting him a no big deal kind of eye roll, and a smile as she sidled up close to him.
"That," he began, his arm drawing her closer, "was the best."
She giggled into his shoulder. "You liked it?"
He scoffed, "Liked it? Jesus, Kate. That was… fuck. That was…" He trailed off, grinning. "I'm solo big huh?" He teased and she blushed.
"Oh come on, that was in the heat of the moment."
He turned on his side and propped himself up on his elbow and looked at her, tucking a curl behind her ear.
"Tell me. I'm the biggest you've ever had, huh." He teased, a smile growing on his face at her obvious embarrassment.
"I don't know what you're talking about," she deadpanned and scooted herself closer.
"I knew it." He said with a smirk. Satisfied, he lied back and let his arm fall around her.
"I didn't know sex could be like this before I met you." She said softly, turning more serious. He down at her, open.
"I mean, I'd been with other people, sure, but it's different with you. It feels… it feels like more."
His eyes glowed warm as they met her timid ones, and she smiled slow and long—relieved that he seemed to return the sentiment.
"I've never felt like this before," he whispered, the back of his knuckles brushing down her cheek, ghosting over her full swollen lips.
She nodded, eyes steady. "Me neither."
"Do you love me, Kate?" He asked softly after a long moment. He waited for her whole body to freeze against, waited for the non-committal comment before she turned to dress and erect a wall between them once more. But it didn't come.
"Yes." She said finally, surely, and her eyes didn't waver from him.
"I love you." He said again, scooting more evenly with her and kissing her softly and warmly. He kissed her eyelids and her cheeks, dropped kisses on her chin and beneath her jaw. He felt a lone tear track down her face and caught it was his tongue and turned it to an embrace.