A/N: so, apparently now that they are not in danger, Kick wants some lemons. I am hiding right now, embarrassed by own imagination.
When Jack opened his eyes, the sun was already well up in the sky, shining through the wide glass windows and striping the bed with light. Kim was curled up with him still; she was tucked under his arm, huddled against his body.
She woke when he shifted. She made an abortive move to get up, but she tensed up and just raised her chin to rest on the ball of his shoulder and smiled.
"What? Do I have a terrible bed hair?" She said pouting a little.
"No, just making sure it was not a dream. And you look beautiful."
Kim smiled at him softly and ran her hand over his chest.
"I need a shower, but I am too sore to move," she said.
"Oh, right." Jack sprang from bed and rushed to the bathroom to start a bath, feeling both smug and sorry for causing her this discomfort. When he came back, Kim was staring at him unabashedly and he realized that they slept naked last night and Kim was checking him out. Her gaze was as physical as any touch and he could feel himself getting harder under it.
"Kim," he said in warning, "you are still sore..."
"I know, I know. But I am also turned on. I mean look at you..." she said and then blushed hotly, the pink spreading all over her cheeks, and she averted her eyes.
It was amazing that she could still blush like this after everything they've done together. He climbed in bed with her and hugged her to him, kissing her blushing cheeks.
"I know how you feel. I want you so much already, but you are sore and I want to take care of you." He kissed her on the nose and picked her up and took his cargo to the bathroom.
Once there, Kim lowered herself into the warm water wincing and pulling faces. Jack was a little dismayed that she was in so much discomfort and it must have showed on his face, because she sighed and pulled him for a deep kiss - morning breath be damned.
"Jack, you didn't do anything I did not want myself... And the way I understand it, it's inevitable the first time anyway. I hear, it gets only better from here..." she whispered the last part against his ear and he shivered at that. White hot want laced through him and he had to step away from her, the temptress.
"Kimberly Crawford! You are so bad! Stay there and think pure thoughts. I'll get us some breakfast." He stepped out hearing her tinkling laughter behind.
He was so lucky.
They left for Seaford with Bobby and Jeremy in Bobby's limo. Both older men had been a little awkward around the teens and Kim realized to her horror that they figured something about last night. She was embarrassed and mortified and tried to avoid looking at either of them. It went on like this for a good hour, until finally Jack just sighed and said, "Look, you guys, Kim and I are adults. Her dad and Rudy already had shovel talk with me, so... Leave off, OK?"
Jeremy had a startled look on his face and then said quietly, "You right, Jack. I have no rights to even have an opinion, but... But you are good for her and I'll leave at that."
Bobby was silent for a while, deep in thought, and then nodded his head, "Yes, Jeremy is right. Besides, I don't have to threaten you. Kim would do a much better job than me anyway. I want you two to be happy. Just don't make me a honorary grandfather too soon."
Kim squawked at that and Jack had the most horrified expression on his face that made both men burst out in laughter.
The remainder of the journey to Seaford was a much more relaxed affair.
The rest of the summer break was like an extended honey moon for Kim and Jack.
There were no more threats. Kim was fully recovered and returned to her volunteering work, which she honestly missed. She had to make adjustments to that, of course. Hospital duties were harder to do now that she was more well-known. People recognized her and were distracted by her celebrity. She was left to a lot of desk and filing duties, which were no as much fun, but allowed for anonymity and Jeremy could trail her around without being conspicuous. She and he developed a routine. He would do the perimeter checks of any place she planned to stay for an extended period of time and then would leave until it was time for her to go.
Animal shelter was still a lot of fun and Kevin was counting on Jeremy and his muscle to help out with some of the more difficult rescue animals.
Of course, the best part of the summer break was the fact that Jack was around now and they fully enjoyed their newfound sexual intimacy. It was another unspoken agreement with Jeremy, but he would drop off for periods of time, vaguely stating that he would be around, and then Kim and Jack would be alone together.
Since Eric abandoned following Kim around, there were significantly less stories about her in various online gossip publications. However, there were a lot more of the candid pics taken of her by random people and posted online. That amount could easily be doubled if she was with Jack. She came to expect it and made sure that at least her hair was done at all times. If that could not be helped (kissing Jack was an all body experience and she often ended up with messy hair), she learned to carry beanie hats and hair elastics. She stopped trying to look always nice and fell back into her usual style of skinny jeans and layered tops. Hoodies and oversized sunglasses were her friends. Her casual style, that she adopted because of her athletic activities, seemed to resonate with her followers and she was featured once in one of those articles that discussed her signature (!) style. It was all still bizarre to her, but was fun nonetheless.
It came to a stop, when Jack was called back by the studio: they wanted to re-shoot some of the scenes and he had to be there for a week or two.
Somehow the separation now was harder than before. Kim thought it was because they were worry-free for the last four weeks and because they were so close together now. The night before he had to leave, Jack scaled the walls of her house again and they spent a good portion of the night saying goodbye in the most intimate of ways. It was so soft and gentle and laced with ready sorrow that she was actually teary by the time she climaxed.
Jack was gone for a week already and Kim was restless. She missed him terribly and the phone conversations were not the same. Although on one memorable occasion they ended up having a phone sex and she was relieved (she was frustrated) and a little shy about it. That Jack and her had great compatibility was not a surprise for her. What surprised her was the level of sexual drive she herself had. She chucked it up to being young and in love, and because Jack was very-very hot.
She was in her room checking her phone for any new messages from Jack, when she heard the familiar thwacking noise. Was he here? She ran to the window to see him in her backyard again and she could not stop the wide smile splitting her face. When he got in, she pulled him into a fierce hug and whispered into his chest, "One day you are going to fall doing this."
His answering words were spoken softly into the crown of hair on top of her head, "Well, either that or your dad with a shotgun. Still worth it though."
She laughed and pulled back to look at him, "You are here... How are you here?"
He took her face in his hands and told her with an intensity that she came to associate with Jack being overprotective or possessive. "I missed you so much, I could not sleep. I had this dreams again, where I could not find you or you were out of reach and I just... I missed you."
She knew of those dreams. He told her once that when she was gone he was plagued by nightmares and had to work himself to exhaustion to get any sleep. She rose on her toes and kissed him softly. Sometimes Jack needed this physical reassurances more than any words. He responded eagerly, greedily, plunging into her mouth and sucking at her tongue. He pulled her close to himself and it was tight enough that she could barely breath, but she kept up with him. He was obviously frustrated that she was shorter than him and he simply lifted her and dragged her to the bed.
She was standing on the bed with him on the floor and in this position she was eye to eye with him. She pulled back to get some air and his clever hands were already working the top of her PJs off. She stepped back and when he looked up at her confused, she just said, "You are wearing too much clothes."
His eyes darkened and he did that thing where he grabbed the back of his shirt and simply pulled it of in one move. Only now she realized that he must have come straight from the set.
He was in his Caleb make-up, which came with tattoos and scars. She sucked in air when she glanced over the temporary ink on his body, her hands suddenly moving over the scared chest and tracing the tattoos. Completely and utterly obsessed with feeling his chest she followed her hands with her lips and she could sense him tensing under her touch. Her hands dropped to his jeans, her fingers sliding the button out and then tugging the zipper down. Jack took over at this point and she watched, fascinated as he pulled them off his legs, showing more scars and tattoos.
"Oh my god." she whispered as he straightened, her eyes focused solely between his legs. She couldn't take her eyes off him. Just stared, biting her lower lip once again.
She heard him curse softly and she didn't really register the moment he moved, but she was suddenly on her back on the bed.
"Jack," she gasped, her hands touching his shoulders as he roughly shoved her legs apart and he moved between them. He was different right now, more aggressive and she could not decide whether it was because of the separation or if he always was like this and just kept himself in check.
He didn't respond, just dipped his head and kissed her again. It was urgent and hard.
She arched into him, moaning as his lips slid from her lips, moving over her jaw to her neck, sucking on a section of skin and then moving to her breasts. Reaching for him, she whimpered when he caught her hands and stretched them above her head.
"Hold on. Don't touch me yet." he whispered harshly.
She blindly curled her hands around the blanket. She blinked to clear her vision, watching him with a dazed expression. As for his expression, she had never seen him look like it. The intense, savage look sent a shiver racing down her spine.
His head lowered again over her breasts, and she arched towards his mouth, dying to feel his lips on her. His gaze lifted to hers in the dim light as his tongue flicked out to lick over the stiff peak of her nipple.
She could see the naked lust in his eyes, and pleasure tore through her when he covered her whole nipple. His big hands covered both her breasts, the nipple not covered by his mouth now being rolled between his thumb and forefinger.
He moved between both nipples, laving each with his tongue, ranking them with his teeth, only to come back and suck at them firmly, one by one, until she felt as if she was going to come from this intense sensation alone.
"Beautiful," he breathed against her skin.
"Jack." the pleasure grew, wrapping around her until she knew she wouldn't be able to stand much more. She was desperate for release.
"I want to taste you again," he said in a low voice. She didn't even take into account that what he had said, just dumbly nodded her head. Arching her back, she lifted herself closer to his lips as he began a trail down her abdomen.
As Jack lifted himself between her legs, his hands parting her legs more and lifting them until her knees bent, Kim could only watch in fascination. Her breathing was nearly impossible as he watched her, tilting his head to the side as he measured her reactions.
His fingers trailed over her thighs, feathering over the lips as she sucked her bottom lip between her teeth. His thumb rasped over her clit and she jerked in total pleasure.
God, she needed an orgasm, needed the release so desperately she was close to begging.
He bent his head, his tongue swiping through the drenched slit of her pussy. Her hips violently arched and a cry tore from her lips.
"Fuck, I missed this," he voice was strained, his breath hot against the damp flesh between her spread thighs.
His tongue licked over her, teasing the hard bundle of nerves before going lower. Wicked, knowing licks, he probed at the sensitive entrance of her vagina, his tongue flickering over it as she lifted her hips to him.
"Oh, Jack, please." she whispered, her hips moving against his mouth. Her hands flew from his bed head, latching onto his hair, pulling him closer to her body.
She heard him mutter something, a husky, deep sexy sound before his lips covered her aching nub, sucking it into his mouth as his tongue licked it with a a solid rhythm. The sound that escaped her when two fingers began to work deep inside the pulsing heat of her pussy, was indecent.
Pleasure exploded throughout her body, white heat flashed through her body electrifying everything in its wake, and seconds later the orgasm that tore through her body pushed her over the edge.
Opening her eyes, she met his and blushed deeply. "Don't be shy now. You are so gorgeous like this. I want more of this every day..."
She reached for him and he met her half way. Her legs were already wrapping around his waist and she tried to take him in hand, the other hand searching the nightstand for condom, but he swatted her hand away. "I am afraid I'll explode if you touch me now, Kim... I... I can't be gentle right now... Kim..." He almost pleaded with her. She could feel herself getting wetter and throbbing again at his words. She was nodding her head and he was rolling a condom onto himself already.
"Please, Jack. I want you. Oh god, now…"
She nearly screamed at the penetration. It was hard. It was fast. In one stroke, he filled her, sliding deep and stilling. Coming over her, his arms tucked under her shoulders, his elbows holding a majority of his weight from her, he looked almost in pain with veins and sinew of his neck visible as he held himself still. Finally, he began to move against her.
"You feel so good, Kim. I want to be here always. I want to fuck a place for myself in you" the harshness of his voice was filled with pleasure and it had her breath lodging in her chest.
"Jack, oh, oh, Jack." her fingers scrambled to hold onto his shoulders as her legs wrapped around his pounding hips, locking against the small of his back as he drove her to insanity with the pleasure zapping through her.
"So sweet and tight" he crooned as his head lowered to her neck. "I could fuck you forever." his voice was guttural, throbbing with lust.
The strong rhythm was almost too much to contain. Explosions of nearing orgasm began to ripple through her body and Jack's rough groan told her that he could feel it too.
"Kim. Come for me, please..." he nipped her neck, beginning to move faster, impossibly deeper.
Kim felt the sensations of a strong orgasm splinter through her, stronger, harder then any other orgasm. She couldn't scream, had no breath to scream, no strength to fight the rolling explosions tearing through her as she heard Jack's harsh, brutal fuck fill the room.
He tensed above her, thrusting deep one last time, before she felt the convulsive throb of his cock inside her.
Her heart clenched as he fell against her, not strong to hold himself up, but still placing sloppy kisses wherever be could reach.
"I love you. I missed you too..." Kim whispered to him and he returned the sentiment with a softest of kisses back.
