This Moment occurs after Season 5 episode 22: Yahrzeit

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Don rested his feet up in his recliner. It been a grueling day at the office; one of those days that made him question why he even bothered…with any of it. He let his head fall back and Klaus's words rung through his ears, We should have killed them all. Racism and hate crimes never set well with him. Only cases involving kids or violence against women got to him more. However, the day was over and Don was determined to force today out of his mind: there was a Ranger game on in an hour and he was going to relax and enjoy the game. Don reached over for the remote and turned on the pre-game.

"Don't get too hopeful," Jess warned walking out of the kitchen into the living room carrying two beers and wearing only one of Don's shirts. "Rangers don't stand a chance against the Devils."

"Cocky," Don smirked. "Willing to put your money where your mouth is?"

Jess rolled her eyes, "I'm not betting against you." She wandered over to where Don rested; placing the beers on the end table before climbing onto Don's lap. She lay sideways letting her feet dangle over the side of the recliner.

"Why is that?" Don smirked, "Know I'll win?"

"Shut up," Jess sassed. "Or I'm drinking your beer."

"Awe, I'm touched that you brought me a beer," Don taunted. "When did you get all domesticated?"

"I'm being a good girlfriend," Jess smirked. "But don't get too used to it."

"You're being nice 'cause of my case," Don assumed.

"I heard this one was tough," Jess admitted. "I ran into Stella on the way out and she mentioned to me that Abraham Klein well Klaus. And that Danny got a two-week suspension without pay for his altercation with Elgers. But that's not the only reason I'm being nice."

"No, you're being nice to get me into bed," Don joked. Which earned him a slap in the chest from Jess.

"Really? 'Cause me being bad usually gets you into bed." Jess bantered.

Don chuckled and was about to continue their game when Jess lightly place her hand on his cheek. "You're okay, right?" she asked turning the conversation serious.

"I'm fine," Don answered letting his fingers dance up her arm taking the hand stroking his cheek into his hand and began to trace circles around the tattoo that orbited her wrist.

"'Cause if you're not," Jess went on, "you know you can talk to me about anything, right?"

Don lowered his head to brush his lips lightly against hers. "I know, Jessie," he muttered against her lips.

"But you're fine," Jess said letting her forehead lean against his. She understood not wanting to talk after tough cases: sometimes she didn't.

"So what is the deal with this?" Don asked changing the subject.

"With?" Jess questioned back.

"This," Don smirked lifting her marked wrist and laying his lips lightly on her tattoo, "and this." He moved down her trim leg to her foot and drummed his fingers against the symbol that was imprinted there. "And this," bringing his hands back up to her hip and letting them softly tap against the tattoo. "And this." He let his hand slide over to the inner part of her thigh and rotated his finger around that tattoo before taking his hands and letting them wander to her lower back to her last tattoo.

"My tats," Jess giggled. "Why are you obsessed with them?"

"I'm not," Don argued.

"You asked me on our first date about them," Jess replied. "Do you think there's big, crazy, sexy stories behind them?"

Don shrugged, "But you promised me on said date to tell me someday. And I think the stories and reasons for these are important to you; enough for you to permanently engrave your body."

Jess lifted her foot deciding to give in. He needed a distraction and she was going to be it. "It's the symbol for friendship, self explanatory. My best friends, Abby, Tasha, and I got it when we graduated from high school. We wanted something to link us, so no matter what path we took we would never forget each other."

"Let me guess, Abby's idea," Don said. He had the opportunity to met Abby and Tasha a few weeks ago and learned rather quickly that putting the three of them together was trouble; so he could only imagine the trouble they got into as teenagers if what he witnessed was the calm version.

"This one I get," Don said moving his hands to her lower back raising the shirt so he could touch her bare skin.

"I got Saint Michael when I got accepted to the academy and had my badge number added when I received it," Jess explained. She smirked and pulled up her shirt above her waist and spread open her legs, "A blue butterfly."

"Again, self exploratory," Don said letting his fingers glide along the trim of the tattoo.

"You have a thing for butterflies. But what does this mean…espoir." He attempted to pronounce the French word that was entwined in cursive writing around the butterfly.

"I do like butterflies," Jess admitted. "I got this one when I was nineteen, but I wanted something more than a butterfly. A butterfly isn't original, so I insisted on espoir which means hope. I was young and a little lost; I was trying to figure out who I was. When I decided to get this one, I decided to get something a little inspirational."

Don ran his fingers up to her hip stopping at her tattoo: A half moon with three stars entwined around it. "That one I got for my grandfather Angell," Jess explained. "Growing up we were close, still are. He used to tell me: 'Reach for the moon, Jessie bean, anyone can reach for the stars.'" Jess smiled moving her legs from the edge of the chair and pulling herself up so she was sitting up in order to switch positions. With ease she flipped her legs around his waist so she was straddling him.

"You have one more," Don pointed out.

Jess shrugged her shoulders and lowered her head letting her lips graze Don's neck. She heard him let out an involuntarily grunt. "That's a story for another day," She whispered into his ear purposely letting her warm breath tingle against his skin.

"That's the big, crazy, sexy story," Don tensed but decided they had talked enough for one night. He brought his hands to rest at her lower back where her Saint Michael tattoo was located.

Jess didn't comment instead she roamed her tongue up Don's neck until she came into contact with his inviting lips. Jess wanted to drive him nuts; she wanted to tease him. Jess started with a slow, sensual kiss. She slipped her tongue in and out of Don's mouth. Then she slowly pulled her tongue back in a way that made Don think she was about to stop — Jess began to lick his lips a little on the way out to entice him into her mouth again. Once his tongue was back inside, Jess wrapped her lips around it entirely and began to suck. She started with slow, gentle motions then switched to faster, harder ones. After a few seconds, Jess resumed their standard — but still very sexy — smooch.

Don removed one of his hands from her back to the top button of his shirt that she was wearing. "Uh-uh," Jess mumbled in the ultimate sexy voice, pulling back from him. "No touching," she ordered batting his fingers away from the button allowing her thumb and ring finger to slowly undo the first button showing off a small amount of skin. She then moved to the next button and the next until she had enough unfastened to reveal her firm, gorgeous breasts. Don extended his hand to touch her breasts, but Jess pulled back and smacked his hand away. Jess smirked and waved her finger in front of his face like he was a naughty boy, "What did I just tell you? No touching."

"I'm sorry," Don grinned. "I'm a bad boy, Ms. Angell." She had started the game, but he decided to take it up a notch and he definitely like the idea of the naughty school teacher.

Jess swallowed the laugh that form in the back of her throat. "Well, Donnie." She seductively said, "You know what happens to bad boys. They are…" Jess leaned forward allowing their bodies to touch and whispered the last part into his ear, "Puni."

Don moan. Jess felt the reaction she was triggering in his pants and smiled to herself. She tilted back taking away the little contact she had just granted him and moved her hands to the hem of the black undershirt he was wearing and with a painfully slow pace took the shirt up and over his head making sure her hands wandered over his chest once the shirt was removed; she began to slide her soft, warm lips down his chest. "Jess, you're killing me here," Don shivered underneath her lips.

"And I've only just started playing," Jess sneered. "Oh and it's Ms. Angell to you."

Don quivered and lifted his lower body trying to get Jess to shift the location of her lips. Jess obeyed but instead of moving down like she knew he wanted; Jess directed her lips upwards to hit that sensitive spot on his neck. "Not exactly where I meant, Ms. Angell." Don whispered.

"It's all a part of your puni," Jess sniggered.

"Ahhhh!" Don sighed.

Jess removed herself from Don, standing up in from of him. "Strip," she ordered.

"Yes, Madam," Don said giving her a salute. He pushed the front of the chair back into the recliner. He slipped out of the chair and pulled his pajama pants down his body, followed by his boxers. He extended his arms around Jess's waist and drew her into him.

"Don't even think about it," Jess warned. "I'm in control." She pushed Don back down into the recliner.

"So hot," Don smirked pulling the recliner back out.

Jess moved over to the recliner and mounted him once more resting herself around his legs just below his erect member. Jess laced her fingers around him and began to lightly stoke his hardness. Up and down his shaft she went earning her a loud groan. "Jess," he said, "I got to touch you; feel you."

Jess could read him like a book, the teasing was over. Don was at the edge and the teasing had pushed her close too. She was so wet, she just wanted him. Jess let go of him and gradually moved up his body. She took a hold of his hands and pressed them against her skin. Don quickly undid the rest of the buttons of the shirt pulling it down over her shoulders and completely off her body.

Jess repositioned herself so Don had access to enter her, but just as the tip of his penis touched the lips of her vagina; she pulled back effectively stopping him. Jess could see the surprise in Don's face which made it that much hotter. Jess just needed to keep herself under control long enough to finish her taunting. Jess took his rod into her hands and began slowly moving it along her clitoris.

"Fuck, Jess," Don cursed feeling like he was going to pop.

Jess released her hold on him and lowered her area onto his penis so he could enter her, which he did eagerly. The wetness between her thighs was a sensational feeling against his hardness. Don took a hold of her hips and he began to force himself deeper inside her.

"Awe," Jess moaned moving her body along with his.

"Am I still in trouble? Ms. Angell," Don chuckled.

"Just fuck me," Jess ordered.

Don decided to be a good little boy and listened to her. He raised his lower body thrusting further inside her. His lips collided with her neck and his fingers stroked her breasts before returning to her hips. They ground their bodies together, picking up the momentum. Jess smirked and gripped his shoulders for support; without warning, she lifted her hips so his penis came all the way out of her.

"You're killing me," Don whined over the lost of contact. Jess grinned and hovered there for a moment before bringing herself back down so he could enter her again. Don reentered, feeling that incredible feeling of entering her for the first time all over again and propelled himself further inside shooting his juice throughout her. Don losing his control sent Jess in the same direction.

Jess and Don lay into each others' arms in silence; only the noise from the game on the TV filled the room. Don kissed the top of her head and began to play with her tattoo on her wrist. "It's my favorite," Don stated out of the blue breaking the quiet.

"Why?" Jess asked.

"I think it means the most to you," Don replied. "I think whatever reasons you got it for, impacted your life."

Jess grinned. "Very obsessive, Detective."

"Who's winning?" Don asked changing the subject.

"I wasn't really paying attention," Jess replied. "And I got it for my mom."

Don glanced down at her surprised that she admitted that to him. Don knew Jess rarely talked about her mother. What he knew about Caroline Angell was pieced together from a dozen different conversations over the years. "You know my mother died when I was eight in a car crash."

"DUI right?" Don asked.

"Yeah, the driver of the other car had a blood alcohol content of 0.11%. He walked away without a scratch. He killed my mother and almost killed Michael, Ryan, and me," Jess explained trying not to get emotional; however, the tears had already begun to form in her eyes so she tried to hide it from Don.

Don rested his finger under her chin and lifted her head up so their eyes were locked, "You know you can talk to me about anything, right? And you don't need to hide anything from me. But if you don't want to talk about this incredibly personal subject, I understand."

"I got this tattoo when I turned sixteen," Jess smiled. "My mom had this bracelet that she wore all the time. It was passed to the oldest daughter in the Rousseau family for five generations counting my mother. On my sixteenth birthday I got the bracelet. I'm horrible with jewelry. I lose or damage it. I have half a dozen earrings in my jewelry box without a partner. My dad gave me a daughter's pride ring the year before and I managed to lose it within the first week I had it. I couldn't lose this bracelet or break it. But it was part of her and a connection to her. So I had it permanently engraved on my wrist, so it would be a part of me. So she was part of me." Jess was surprised with herself that she told him all that. She had never told anyone the symbol behind the tattoo-only her family and Abby and Tasha understood what it meant because they were there.

Don didn't reply to her personal confession, there was nothing he could say to change the fact that her mother was dead. He brought his lips down to her wrist and lightly planted kisses on the tattoo. "So, my case sucked," Don admitted. "Still willing to listen?" Letting her into the demons that would haunt him tonight.

A'N: Puni according to the translator is suppose to mean punished