A week later

"Once again did you empty the bottle onto yourself." Arvin asked fanning at Jack.

"I may have overdid it a little. It's just Irina is so great." Jack said breathlessly.

"It's just your first date. Calm down."

"I should be leaving. Do I look ok?" Jack said fixing his tie.

"I still think a two piece suit is a little over the top."

"Wish me luck."

"Good luck."

When Jack reached Irina's apartment, it was Emily that answered the door.

"Hi Emily, what are you doing here?" he asked.

"Helping Irina with her hair, she'll be out in a minute." She said ushering him in.

"Do I look ok? Is the vest too much?" Jack asked in a whisper.

"You look amazing." Emily smiled reassuring him.

"Irina. Jack's here!" Emily called.

"I'm ready." Irina said walking out of her bedroom.

She was wearing a flowing black haltertop dress. The strappy black stilettos she was wearing only added to her already 6 foot frame. Jack cleared his throat nervously, she was gorgeous. She took in his appearance. He was wearing a black suit, vest and tie. His hair was combed to the back and the back flared out. She wanted nothing more than to run her hands through it.

"You look so beautiful." He smiled taking her hand and kissing it lightly.

"Thank you. You look very handsome yourself." She smiled blushing slightly.

"I'll lock your door on my way out." Emily smiled at them.

They waved goodbye to her and Jack escorted her to his car.

At the French restaurant

"You look amazing." Jack said smiling across the table at her.

Her cheeks reddened and she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. Years later he would still remember the first time he saw her do that. The waiter came and Jack ordered in fluent French.

"Showing off Jack." She said taking a sip of her wine.

"A little." He smiled back.

They talked over dinner, sharing childhood stories and embarrassing moments.

"So there I was covered in mud walking through Macy's department store, grunting like a caveman." Jack laughed.

"Then what happened?" Irina asked fascinated.

"What do you think? I was dragged out for potential risk to their merchandise. Needless to say that was the last time I played truth or dare with those guys."

Irina laughter rang like music in his ears.

"Would mademoiselle like dessert? The crème brulee is divine." The waiter announced on his return.

"I do love crème brulee." She smiled over at Jack.

"We'll share." He smiled back.

A few minutes later the waiter brought out the dessert and finished caramelizing the sugar in front of them. Jack picked up his spoon and dipped into the custard, holding it out to Irina. She closed her eyes as she ate, Jack felt that she let the spoon slide from her mouth a little slower than necessary. She returned the favor feeding him a spoonful of custard.

"Delicious." He smiled.

They just stared at each other before Jack smiled sweetly, and kissed her hand.

Jack paid for the check and they left the restaurant headed back to their apartments.

At Irina's apartment

He walked with her back to her door.

"I had an amazing time." She smiled turning to face him.

"As did I." he said stepping closer to her hesitantly.

Her eyes flitted down to his lips, then back up to him.

He leaned in closer and put his right hand in the small of her back, pulling her closer to him. Her breath caught in her throat as his lips gently brushed hers. Her hand rested against his chest as she lifted her chin to meet his lips again. She had never been kissed like this before, his lips were soft against hers, still tasting slightly of sugar. He broke the kiss and brought his left hand up to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear.

"Goodnight." He smiled down at her.

"Goodnight." She replied.

He kissed her one final time then walked to his car. Irina stepped into her apartment and collapsed against the door. Jack Bristow was amazing.

After that first date, Jack and Irina spent as much time together as possible. The murmurs about them around campus had started to spread. The two hottest people on campus were dating each other. Irina brought up the rumors one night while she lay in Jack's arms watching a movie.

"I understand them saying you're hot, but me?" he questioned.

"How many times do I have to tell you you're incredibly sexy." She said sitting up and kissing him on the cheek.

"Sorry, I never saw myself as hot."

"But you are. You're incredibly handsome." She said lightly stroking her hand through his hair.

He smiled and kissed her full on the lips.

"I love you." He smiled, it had only been two months but he knew he loved her. He had never felt like this about someone before.

"I love you too." She smiled kissing him again, trying to convey to him how she felt.

The kiss deepened and her hands ran down his chest seductively. A shiver ran down his spine and he began kissing her neck, sucking lightly at her pulse point. She moaned and began undoing the buttons on his shirt. The tenderly helped each other out of their clothes until they were in nothing but their underwear.

"Irina wait." He said gently pushing her away.

"What's wrong?" she asked confused.

"There's something I need to tell you. I'm . . . a virgin."

Irina laughed and kissed him again.

"So am I." she smiled.

They kissed again before Jack rolled them over to lay on top of her. He began kissing his way down her body and gently removed her underwear. He kissed her core, and she gasped. He began to explore her, using his tongue and teeth listening for what turned her on, she was at the brink when she pulled him back up to kiss him. She lead him toward her entrance as he surged inside. Her body tensed at the pain, and he stilled.

"Breathe with me." He whispered as he began breathing slowly in and out. Irina followed suit and once her breath evened, he slowly pulled out then thrust back into her.

Both of them groaned at the wave of intense pleasure that washed over them.

"Jack." She gasped locking her heels behind his back, and lifting herself up to meet his thrusts.

They soon found their own rhythm, matching each other's pace, kissing in between thrusts. After a while she felt an unfamiliar pressure in her stomach and she could no longer control her breathing. Then she shattered in his arms her muscles clenching around him making him orgasm, a guttural groan escaping his lips as she milked him. He collapsed on top of her, his breath erratic, little tremors of pleasure shooting down his spine. She kissed his damp hair and ran a hand through her own. He lifted his head and kissed her gently.

"I love you so much." He managed to say even though his breath was still ragged.

"I love you too." She said back.

They kissed again, and in that moment they knew that they would be together forever.

Fin