When we got home, I was completely exhausted. I was in no pain, my wound was healed, but the pain medicine was still running strong through my veins. I told Jack that I wanted to go to bed, and asked him if he could come with me, to just lay down with me until I fell asleep.

"Of course I will, Mark," Jack smiled. "I will always take care of you. Anything you need"

We slowly walked up the stairs, Jack behind me in case I started feeling woozy. Once we got into our bedroom, Jack stripped me of my T-shirt, turned down the blankets, and I slipped under the covers. I knew I would be asleep soon, and my eyes closed almost immediately. I felt Jack crawl into bed, then I felt his warm hand slip around my waist and pull me close. He kissed my ear, then my neck. He let out a small sigh and snuggled closer, his arm wrapped around my waist, his hand on my belly.

I smiled.

I sighed.

I slept.

When I woke up it was dark in our room. Something made me stir. It wasn't a sound, but a feeling. A good feeling.

Jack.

Jack's warm lips were on my neck, gently planting tiny kisses on the back of my neck and my shoulders. I could feel his tongue gently outline my earlobe. I could feel the hand that was wrapped around me when I fell asleep still in the same place, but his fingertips were gently stroking small circles on my skin. I turned over, and kissed him softly, so gently. Jack parted his lips, as if asking me to kiss him more deeply without words.

I did.

I could hear Jack's breathing get slightly faster. His hand was still around me, even after I turned to face him, and his other hand was in my hair, twirling locks around his fingers.

Although I know every inch of him, I found my hands exploring him once again, as if there were something new for me to find. I could feel my heart beating faster, I could hear my own breath get heavier. Our bedroom grew laden with lust and the sounds of soft moans and sighs along with the sheets whispering with our movements.

Jack's hands crept down to the waistband of the sweat pants I was wearing, the same ones I came home in. I felt his finger slip under the band and slide under the band from my back around to my hip. He tugged slightly, and I lifted my body to allow him to slide them off.

Jack whispered my name, and I replied with a small "mmmm". I loved the way my name rolled off of his tongue. It almost sounded like "Maerk", and it was like listening to the sound of heaven.

"Mark, I w-want to... ask you someth... n-nevermind," Jack whispered, then pulled his hand away from my body and sighed. The sudden withdrawal of his hand was enough to make a small whimper almost escape my mouth.

"What is it, Babe?" I asked, concerned. "Jack, you know me, better than anyone. You can ask me anything."

"It's just, I wanted to... t-try something. Something different. But... I didn't think... I don't know if you... " he stopped again, obviously nervous about asking what was on his mind.

I sat up and took his hands into mine. I lifted one to my lips and kissed the back of it softly, lovingly. "Jack, what is it? If it is something I am not okay with, I will just say no." I smiled into the darkness. It was pitch black, and I couldn't see his face. "Then we can talk about it. But I never want you to be embarrassed or afraid to ask me anything, and I'm always up for trying new things."

"Okay..." He took a breath, "I want you to... ch-change. Just you. I want to just be me, small, helpless, human Jack. I want to feel your power... I... want to feel you completely overtake me. Does that... sound stupid?"

I smiled again, although I knew he couldn't see it. I imagine he heard or felt it, though, the way you can tell when someone is smiling on the phone. I was so down with this idea.

I let out a small laugh. "Jack, why would you think I wouldn't want to play this game WITH YOU?", my final words coming out in almost a scream, followed by my signature deafening roar.

In an instant, I pounced on him, grabbing both of his wrists and pinning them above his head. I heard him gasp. My movements seem slow to me, but I can move lightning fast in my angelic form. I could see now, not well, but like there was a small night light in the room instead of pure darkness. I looked into his eyes, and I could see fear, but also an intense lust and excitement I had never seen before.

I stared at him. "Is this what you wanted, Jack?" I growled in a deep, throaty whisper, "to be completely taken by me, unable to move, unable to even breathe?" My hand crept up his chest until my fingers found his neck. I wrapped my hand around his throat, my thumb just over his jugular. I could feel his pulse, strong and fast, and growing faster by the second as I squeezed a little harder. I could feel the heat radiating off of his skin.

Jack whimpered, swallowed hard, and nodded his head. Yes.

"Alright, then. Let's see what we can do with this body of yours... " I scanned over his perfect form laid out in front of me, from head to toe. I could feel him squirm, trying to struggle out of my grasp.

"Oh, no, my sweet, little plaything," I whispered, my voice deep and raspy, very close to his ear, "you wanted this. This is what you get. Do you remember when you tied me to that tree? Blindfolded me? Teased me?"

"Hmmhmm" was all Jack could squeak out.

"Just remember... I never paid you back for that..."