A/N: I swear, I meant it all to be just romantic. But, stuff happened.
Kim was checking her phone for messages from Jack. They had plans for today, but she was now unsure if they could go anywhere public without the attention. She cursed the power of celebrity gossip and specifically that Eric guy for keeping the whole story alive. They almost succeeded in the last month and she only got occasional snaps of herself posted on random sites dedicated to either Jack or Ricky. The article about her exes and the fundraiser made the story fresh again and she was reminded of the beginning of the whole Kicky story.
Jack left a cryptic message to dress cute, but comfortable, and she wondered if it was inherent to all teenaged boys to assume that girls just showered, brushed hair and put on the first set of clothes they see in their closet. She texted Grace with an SOS: date w/ Jack. clothes: cute and comfortable. any thoughts?
Grace texted back almost immediately: dress, flats, and a jacket.
Kim was already thinking of all her clothes options, when she mindlessly checked her social media accounts. Last night she posted pictures from the fundraiser with what she thought were highlights: Kevin beaming near the board with the donations total; crowd dancing and cheering during music performances (this one had Jack's profile as he sang along Izzy's songs), an action shot of the cheer squad routine; dance clubs number with Jerry front and center... She came to expect the certain types of responses. By far, positive outweighed everything else. There were few that were hateful: she was a vapid bitch, only getting the attention because of who she lets into her bed; she should go away; Jack and Ricky were better off without her. But one stood out to her. It was from a blocked profile - and she was sure it was one of the burner type of profiles - and it simply said: You got away this time.
Cold dread filled her and she was staring at the message for a long time. It was only Jeremy repeating her name that got her attention, "Kim, is everything alright?"
She cleared her throat and said, "Yeah, just, still not used to all the hate online... you know..."
Jeremy nodded his head, "We are here, Kim. I know you have plans with Jack. I'll be downstairs. Ready?" He was motioning towards the small camp of reporters on the sidewalk. Kim sighed and wished that someone famous somewhere did something stupid to get these guys off her back. She put her sunnies on and waited for Jeremy to come around. She could already hear the clicking and for the millionth time thought that celebrity life wasn't all that glamorous.
Jack hoped that the whole plan did not fall apart. He scarcely believed that he could organize everything in such a short time frame, but he should not have doubted anyone involved.
He came to pick her up, but Jeremy would end up driving them. Kim was dying to know where they were going, but Jack kept mum. Soon enough she recognized where they were. They arrived at the old movie theater that specialized in indie movies. The car stopped at the back door, which was held open by one of the attendants, and Jack and Kim quietly slipped in. They were showing Casablanca and the theater was surprisingly full. They were sitting at the back and Jack pulled out bag of M&M and Twizzlers for Kim. She was momentarily surprised that he remembered her favorite snacks, but then the movie called her attentions and she was transported into World War II drama and the impossible romance of Ingrid and Bogie. It was one of her favorites and she was misty eyed by the end.
They left the same way they came in and Jeremy was already waiting for them at the car. She was not sure if he was in the audience with them, but then again, she was distracted by the movie and Jack's arm that came around her shoulders and she slid down to rest her head on his chest. The quiet, steady heartbeat in her ear was at once reassuring and exciting. Her fingers splayed across his chest and Jack's own hand came up and he laced his fingers with hers. She would admit to being a total sap and staring at their hands and being ridiculously happy at that moment.
She thought that they were done, but Jack just said that they were not done yet and Jeremy drove them somewhere again.
They arrived at the Le Grenier, one of the fancier places in town. She was a little surprised and turned to Jack alarmed, "Jack, are you sure? This is kind of spendy..."
"Well, I am the 'rising star.'" Jack's tone was slightly mocking, but then turned serious, "Don't worry about it."
"Well, you could have least told me it would this fancy. I feel under-dressed." Kim grumbled, but Jack just smiled enigmatically.
They went in and Kim stopped for a second. The place was quietly expensive and there were few patrons. Most were older and Kim was sure that none of them were aware of the Kicky drama. The maitre d' took them to a quiet semi private booth and Jeremy took seat at a nearby table. She thought they caught attention of some people in the restaurant, but they were circumspect.
"How did you manage to get reservations here?"
"Bobby helped. He dines here enough."
The entire dinner Jack kept a steady chatter about karate, school, fundraiser. At some point he simply started quoting all the nice things his fans said about them and she was a little misty eyed again. She was not sure if it was because of the message she saw on her Twitter, but the was glad to hear that not everyone hated her.
They were already on their desserts, when Jack took her hand and told her quietly, "I know these past few weeks were hard on you. The fundraiser, the stories, the hate, everything... And they were kind of stressful for me too... But, I... I have never been happier. You don't regret anything, do you?"
Even if she wasn't already misty eyed, she would have burst into tears right then and there. She was blinking back tears and Jack looked alarmed.
"Wow, I am really bad at this. I made you cry again. Sorry..."
"No... These are good tears, I swear." Kim gave him a watery laugh.
"If you are sure..." He was interrupted, when Kim leaned over and kissed him briefly.
"And to answer your question, I have no regrets. I am happy too. When we are together I don't think of the world and attention."
Jacks smile was soft and his eyes even softer and Kim was floating in this feeling and wanting to preserve it forever.
The left the restaurant holding hands and smiling, Jeremy leading the way to the car. Kim expected they'd go home, but Jeremy took them to the karaoke cafe at the mall and Kim realized that she recognized the occupants of most tables. There were Milton, Jerry, Rudy, Bobby, Kevin, Grace and the girls from the cheer squad, some footballers. She turned to Jack and he just beamed, "I did not want anyone photographing us all the time and these are our friends. I thought it might be nice for your to remember that not everyone thinks you are a two-timing social climber."
"How did you get everyone here so quickly?" She marveled, waiving to her friends and smiling widely.
"Well, Grace and guys helped. And our friends are just that amazing. Shall we?"
The evening was a blast. They sang, they danced, they goofed. Her friends were amazing. At some point she was singing a duet with Milton (I got you baby by Sonny and Cher) and Jack stepped in and they finished the song together and it was the best ending for a great date.
They drove home, Kim smiling and humming and Jack was quietly pleased that he pulled off the date that was nearly perfect.
They got to Kim's house and found that Kim's parents were watching a movie. Jeremy made a sweep of the house, instructed them not to open doors or windows and and left, promising to be back bright and early. Jack said his goodbyes and kissed Kim on the cheek and left winking at Kim. She had a feeling that this was not the end of the date.
She slipped up the stairs and undressed changing into her sleep wear of shorts and tank top and waited. Sure enough, there was a familiar thwacking noise and she looks out to see Jack's upturned face. She was momentarily frozen looking at him in her back yard - hopeful, happy - and she reminded herself that they need to move fast.
He climbed the wall quickly and when he was inside, she simply watched him as he approached. He had a focused, intent, look on his face and she immediately flushed remembering all the times she saw that look on his face. He stood toe to toe with her and cupped her face in his hands.
"I missed you so much," he whispered.
"We just saw each other," she whispered back hugging him around the waist.
"No... I missed you... There are always people around us and there is Jeremy..."
"It wasn't my idea..."
"I know, I know. I am glad he is here to watch after you... But, I guess I haven't realized just how little of you I'll be seeing." He leaned in and kissed her lightly.
"I missed you too," Kim whispered against his mouth and it was like a match was lit and the fire that was always between them ignited.
The next kiss was more passionate and the two of them were stumbling towards her bed. They fell on it and Kim landed on top of Jack, who only tightened his grip on her. They kissed and Kim was sure that her lips would be swollen tomorrow. She pulled back and Jack whined a little. She only laughed quietly and dropped her mouth on his neck. There was one spot right underneath his ear tat she learned was very sensitive and Jack moaned and bucked under her, when she kissed and nibbled it. She kept kissing down his neck, while her hands worked to unbutton his shirt. When the shirt parted in the middle, Kim sat back to look at him again. He was impossibly gorgeous. Soft skin over hard muscle that was visible in the relaxed state. He was tan, his skin looked and felt warm. It was smooth except for a couple of old scars and she lavished kisses and attention on those as well. His muscle jumped at her touch and he was winding his fingers in her hair, muttering something unintelligible and profane.
He sat up and shrugged out of the shirt and she threw it, impatient to get her hands back on his body. She could feel the muscles of his back so much better without the material of his shirt.
He already snaked a hand under her top to clutch at her bare hip whilst his other hand tangles in her hair, angling her head for a deeper kiss. Jack, seemingly dissatisfied with the situation, got an arm around her waist and flipped them over, landing between the vee of her legs. She couldn't resist wrapping her thighs around him and pulling him closer. His hardness rubs up against her and she stopped the kiss to let out a soft moan.
Eyes open and looking at her, he ground his cock against her again, deliberate and slow this time. It dragged the seam of her sleep shorts over her clit and the friction felt amazing. She wanted more of him. She trailed her hand down and barely touches the skin above the waistline of his jeans, when he pulled back and dragged her top up and off over her head. He's got both hands on her hips now, pulling her into the roll of his hips. The pressure made it even better.
She could feel the ends of his longish hair tickle against her skin. He looked sinfully sexy with his hair tousled, shirtless, with his jeans still on, muscle undulating as he rolled his hips into her. She lifted her hand to tug on his hair and brought him down so that she could kiss him again on his neck, nibbling and sucking wherever her lips fell. She sucked hard just below his ear and she could feel his answering gasp against her hair and the stutter of his hips between her thighs.
Her hands traveled down his back to grab his butt. Digging her short nails in, she pulled him into her as she ground forward onto his hard cock.
"You were so pretty today in you dress. I wanted to touch you, to see if it was as soft as it looked. But never as soft as you... God, I want you so much," His voice was husky and sends shivers straight down her spine.
"I'm yours," her whisper was barely an exhale, she was so turned on.
She played her fingertips across the short hair below his belly button. She separated their hips so she could get his belt off and trailed kisses across his chest to make up for it. She found the nub of a hard nipple and pulled it between her lips, playing her tongue over it. His harsh breathing let her know that he liked it.
She was fumbling with his belt so Jack helped her get it off, unbuckled it and yanks it through the hoops. She managed the button and the zipper just fine though and soon she was parting his jeans to reveal what's beneath. She tugged them down just far enough to get unrestricted access to the large bulge straining the front of his tight, black underwear. She eagerly reaches her hand down and cups it around him, the material was soft against her palm but it did nothing to disguise the hardness of what's beneath.
She pumped her hand along his cock and rubs her thumb over the underside of the head. Her movements pulled the waistband away from his skin slightly, offering little glimpses inside. She was about to hook a finger in the gap when Jack grabbed both of her hands and stilled them.
She looked at him askance and he brought her hands up and kissed each of her delicate wrists, before dropping his weight onto his elbows, pinning her underneath and holding her hands down.
"Not yet... I haven't had enough of you yet," he muttered and kissed her again, the kissing already so addictive.
He pulled back and run his hands down her legs, pulling her shorts down and flinging it to the side. He littered kisses across her soft stomach and up her chest. She twined her hands in his hair and he's too busy sucking one of her nipples into his mouth and by the sounds of her moans she's enjoying it a lot. She was running her fingers through his hair and the tingling sensation on his scalp was wonderful. He swapped his attention to her other breast, biting it a little and she gasped Jaaack and he was too impatient then to wait as he ripped her underwear off. Her eyes flew open and she stared at him with wild and dark eyes, something in them making him even harder if possible.
She's finally completely naked and he pulled back to look at her, the sight of her naked never too old or too habitual. Every time he looked at her like this there was something new to discover. Like her skin. It was delicate and golden and it showed her blush all the way to her chest. Or that she had a tiny waist he could nearly span with his hands.
She started to squirm under his appreciation and he could feel the need for her rise in him again: he had to taste her. He sucked kisses across her chest and stomach as he dipped his hand between her thighs, running fingertips over her clit before pushing one digit inside. She gasped and arched her hips off the table. "Oh... oh... oh... oh..." she sounded breathless and he wished she could be louder, but they were not alone in the house... He added another finger and strokes them over her sweet spot. He drifted all the way down and settled between her legs and moved his mouth over her. Licking her from top to bottom and swirling a pointed tongue over her sensitive nub.
She lifted her legs over his shoulders and he dropped one hand across her waist to stop some of the wriggling. He could already feel her tightening rhythmically around his fingers, he knew she was close. The more she moaned and quietly mutters nonsense words the more attention he paid to her clit.
"Just... there... yes... or yes..." she stuttered out and he sucked it into his mouth and quickly flicked his tongue over it and that was enough to send her over the edge. He could only hear and feel her shuddering breath and he looked up to see that she was biting her hand to stop the sounds. He could not stop himself licking over her gently while she came down and he placed a kiss on her quivering stomach, when she finally released her hand.
They lay like this for a bit: her calming down and him kissing her and desperately trying not to dry hump her. She must have caught onto his predicament, because she rose on her elbows, pushed him onto his back, and pointed at his boxers, "take them off." She ordered, and when he looked hesitant, she added, "now."
He slipped his thumbs underneath the waistband and dragged the soft material over his cock. His erection sprang free and it made a noise as it thudded against his toned stomach. She moved and crawled up between his legs, gripping his underwear and pulling it the rest of the way off. He looked so sexy now. Hair in all directions, cheeks flushed pink and his lips looked as kiss swollen as hers felt. Red marks litter his neck and she can make out fading, half-moon indents on a bicep, she assumes left by her fingernails although she couldn't remember.
"Kim, please." Jack looked tense, muscles coiled as if the strain of not reaching for her was almost too much. His chest was covered in a fine sheen of sweat that catches the light as it rose and fell with his panting breaths. "I can't… Please."
She knew Jack to be so self-assured, cocky. The sound of his voice, dropped low and rough, begging was almost enough to break her. Holding his gaze, she lowered her head and licked a long stripe up the ridge of his cock. Jack couldn't stop his eyes from rolling or the moan that pushed passed gritted teeth.
Kim kissed the head before sucking it into her mouth. He grew even bigger, stretching her lips wide as she slowly bobbed up and down. She went slow trying to remember all that felt good to him that one time she did it, but at the moment she was surrounded by Jack, by the feel, the scent and the taste of him. She couldn't focus on anything else. Too consumed by the hot, thick feel of him in her mouth, the taste of him as she sucked him deeper.
Kim got her hand around what she couldn't fit in her mouth. Pumping him, she let her tongue play under the sensitive head of his cock, dragging over the slit when a bead of pre-come appears. She's rewarded with another, almost inhuman, groan from Jack and his hands tangling in her hair, holding her still. Keeping her lips tight around him she looked up into lust blown eyes, pupils so wide there's only a thin ring of color. She slowly pushed down until his cock hits the back of her throat, and then she swallowed. For this she's gifted the best sound of them all.
"Kiiiiiim."
She moaned, somehow turned on by the power she had over him, and she could feel him twitch in her mouth. She dropped her hand from the shaft to his balls that already tightened and moaned again and he jerked, whole body, under her and she felt the cum shoot inside.
When it stopped, she let go of him and slowly lifted herself to lie down next to him. He was still breathing like he ran a marathon and it was a while before he calmed down.
"I think I died... I think I get now why the French call it 'a little death.' You'll be the death of me, Kim Crawford."
