AN: Okay, first I'm warning that this chapter contains some HOT HOT scenes. Whew! But also very important information. Basically, its a loaded chapter in many ways! LOL
Music for this Chapter (on repeat):Santa Baby by Eartha Kitt, Gravity of Love/O Fortuna by Enigma, Let My Love Open the Door by Pete Townsend, I Would Die For You by Jann Arden.
THIRTY
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"Oh come on, Jack! It wasn't that bad!" Irina laughed the following evening, snapping his red suspender as walked passed him in the kitchen.
"The things I do for you!" He mock grumbled as he finished his dinner and put his plate in the dishwasher.
"I think you're a very sexy Santa Claus." She whipped him around, pinning him to the counter, grinding her hips into his. "I wouldn't mind you sliding down my chimney, or up it rather." Irina broke into a deep laugh that shook her whole body, snapping his suspenders again before walking away.
"Russian tease." He mumbled again, his mind wandering to places she was suggesting, he could not go.
"Admit it. You had fun." Irina smiled as she leaned over, picking up Lena from the Moses basket. "The kids loved you, and you loved them…"
"Ok, I had fun." Jack sighed before breaking into a smile, walking over and kissing Irina soundly on the lips. "Watching you with them… was the best part. Makes me wish we had ten more kids." He laughed, kissing Lena's head.
"I think you've had too much Egg Nog." Irina laughed, resting her cheek against Lena's head. "I told you I would make it worth your while…and I will." She gave him her enigmatic smile as she walked towards the door, sashaying as she walked. "Come Santa, its time for bed."
Jack followed Irina up the stairs and into bedroom, where she laid Lena in her bassinet sound asleep. She smiled and kissed the baby softly, pulling her blankets up around her before turning to Jack.
"You don't mind if I use the bathroom first do you?" She smiled softly, kicking off her shoes as she went.
"No go ahead." Jack sighed, flopping down on the bed to wait his turn.
"I shouldn't be long." Irina smiled and disappeared behind the door.
Jack was perusing through a book on her nightstand when Irina opened the door and a vision of red caught his attention.
*Santa Baby*
"Oh Dear God," Jack dropped the book and his breath caught in his throat as Irina leaned back against the doorframe, heaving her breasts upward, seductive smile in place with a dangerous gleam in her eyes, a wet-dream come to life.
She was wearing a bright red baby-doll bra, with sheer fabric surrounding her chest, tied with a delicate red satin ribbon in the middle of the actual bra, which was heaving Irina's already engorged breasts upwards, forming massive cleavage.
Jack watched breathlessly as her nipples hardened at the mere sight of his reaction to her.
Her matching thong barely covering her most coveted spot as its garter clips attached to her thigh-high stockings running down her gorgeous, endless legs and ending in high heels with red fluffy tops.
Irina arched her back, running the forefinger of one hand coyly across her wet lips as the other hand caressed the smooth taut skin of her abdomen just beneath the shear fabric.
Jack felt an instantaneous jolt to his groin, from his balls to the tip of his penis as Irina began her slow walk towards the end of the bed before crawling on all fours like a lioness on the prowl up onto the mattress as she'd done the night before.
The angle her body projected to him, gave Jack a perfect view of her breasts, swaying with her every move.
Irina smiled, enjoying Jack's reaction of speechlessness as she promptly climbed onto his lap, pressing herself into his groin eliciting a sharp intake of breath from Jack, feeling him already hard when she was settled, wrapping her arms around his neck.
"Now I know… you're trying to kill me." He finally got out barely above a whisper watching as she cocked her head to one side with that 'damn' smile.
She grabbed him forcefully, smashing her luscious lips into his; her delicious tongue plundering through his lips, flicking the roof of his mouth before finding his tongue, sucking it into submission before plunging her tongue in deeper, grinding her hips into Jacks groin, rubbing her sensitive aching nipples against his soft white undershirt.
Jack's hands slid under the sheer fabric and up the silky skin of her rear. "What are you doing?" He gasped, out of breath and panting, finally pulling back, "Irina, I won't be able stop if you keep this up."
"Then don't." She smiled drawing his searing mouth onto hers once more. Biting, sucking, licking and nipping him into a frenzy.
"Wait, wait, wait…" Jack closed his eyes feeling his engorged cock throbbing against his boxers and the bottoms of his velvety Santa suit. "We can't." He tried to catch his breath rapidly running away from him, resting his forehead against hers with labored breaths, her face in his hands.
"Yes. We can." Irina moved her mouth onto his chin, sliding her tongue along his jaw line as she whispered huskily into his ear. "I called the doctor." Her tongue flicked his earlobe and Jack's hips jerked as her hot breath hit his sensitive cheek, "He gave the 'ok." She drew the piece of hanging flesh into her mouth, sucking as she heard Jack's breath hitch once more.
"Really?" He grabbed her solid upper arms, pulling her back forcefully to look her in the eyes.
"Yes." She nodded, wiggling against the strain in his pants, feeling it continually rising beneath her. "Merry Christmas." She let out a small gasp like the one he'd heard in Panama.
"Oh 'Sweet Jesus." Jack lunged at her, his hands tangling into her chestnut locks, as a wild frenzy of dueling tongues raged between their open mouths.
Irina's hands found their way beneath his t-shirt, finding his nipples and twisting them with just enough pressure to elicit a soft moan from Jack against her mouth. She drug her nails down his chest to his boxer line before slowly raking them back up causing him to quiver beneath her touch.
*Gravity of Love/O Fortuna *
Jack's thumbs worked slow circles around Irina's nipples, the feel of the fabric and the force he was using leaving Irina panting as his head dipped, trailing his fervent tongue down her scorching flesh, nipping, sucking and lapping at the soft skin finding her rapid pulse beneath.
He slid one hand over her taut ass realizing both cheeks were completely exposed and gave it a firm squeeze before trailing his fingers over the sensitive skin of her hip and down the front of the satiny fabric radiating heat from her core beneath.
Jack's fingers massaged her through the fabric as Irina vaulted towards his hand. He slid his fingers beneath the small band and found her all ready slick with desire. His fingers easily sliding between her folds and finding her engorged clit, eliciting a sharp hiss from Irina as he pinched the swollen pleasure point between his thumb and forefinger.
He smiled as Irina was now completely distracted by his ministrations against her with his fingers.
Her hips tilting, arching towards his fingers and palm as he increased pressure and then pulled away teasing causing her to groan.
"Jack…" She mewed, thrusting her hips down onto his hand again when he pulled away all over again.
Jack coaxed her grinding against his hand with his index finger making a 'come hither' gesture between her folds, flicking her clit at the end of each stroke, his hand soaked at her readiness. He sucked on the pulse point on her neck lightly before finding her mouth and thrusting his tongue and finger simultaneously into Irina's hot depths, his mouth covering her gasp of surprised. "I'm going to cherish everything about you…" He pulled back looking into her brown depths.
Irina maneuvered Jack's suspender straps over his shoulders and suddenly pulled back and away from him in one swift move to stand beside the bed.
Surprising Jack as she forcefully grasped the front of his shirt hauling him to his feet so he was standing before her. With a crazed look in her eye she took both hands and ripped his white shirt clean from his body in one fall swoop.
Pleased with her handy work she pushed him roughly against the wall curling one leg around his, pressing against his groin as she felt his bulge with her hand.
"Cherish me later, fuck me now." She commanded with her deep lust laden voice and Jack went rock solid instantly hearing her words. He flipped them around, pinning her against the wall with his chest pressed against her heaving swells as he dropped his red pants, leaving them pooling at his ankles.
Jack's hand snaked down Irina's sides simultaneously pressing his rock hard shaft into her firm stomach, arresting her mouth once again in a searing kiss as his hands grabbed her bare ass squeezing roughly as he lifted her suddenly, slamming her against the wall with an audible 'thud.'
"Sorry." He huffed, looking at her apologetically, pulling his head back to look in her eyes before he thrust upward completely into her searing core in one swift motion, his ass clenched and her eyes widening she gasped at having his body buried deep into hers, digging her nails into his shoulders causing Jack to wince. "You're so beautiful." He whispered against her mouth and stilled momentarily allowing her to adjust to his size as she wrapped her legs around his hips and crossed her ankles.
Irina kissed him soundly and Jack pulled out slowly, enjoying the friction as she clenched her muscles around his shaft and when his tip was at her entrance he drove back into her again, going deeper then before and earning another pant from Irina as her breath was stolen away.
"Oh my God... you feel...so...good." Irina hissed into his ear with pleasure as she clenched her thighs tightly around Jacks hips feeling their wet bodies beginning to slip.
Jack panted into her neck feeling the flutter of her eyelashes against his scorching skin as he pulled out and thrust into her again, using his hands fingers digging into her ass to pull her even nearer. His measured thrusting was absolute torture for Irina whose core was aching against the friction.
She tilted her hips to create the perfect pressure, guiding him where she needed it, timing her thrusts with his own. "Faster Jack." She chanted into his ear as he slammed into her again, the sound of slapping skin echoing in the room as he increased the speed of his thrusts.
His thrusts were stealing her breath away and the small sounds he heard escaping from the back of her throat encouraging his pace as his ass and abs burned, knees about to buckle.
"That's it." She felt herself getting close and threw her head back as Jack pounded into her. "Yes…yes. God yes Jack." Her pleasure became louder he drove wildly into her, feeling the first quivers of her orgasm against his member and then the full force of the explosion as her muscles pulsated around him and Irina screamed out as her whole body trembled, lights exploding behind her eyes as Jack kept driving, deeper, faster, bringing her to the full height of her bliss, and trying not to lose it himself as he wanted this night to last.
Her muscles in her abdomen quivered as she came down from her high, her vision returning though her pupils completely blown with ecstasy as Jack watched her come back from heaven.
Jack's thighs were soaked with her juices, the scent of her sex making him rock hard again inside her as he carried Irina with her legs still wrapped around him to the bed. He pulled out leaving Irina gasping at the suddenly loss of contact kicking off the red pants tangled around his ankles and situated himself between her thighs as she spread eagle for him again. Jack started kissing the sensitive spots on her inner knee and up the inside of her inner thigh, tasting the rivulet of her scent trickling down there as he climbed higher and higher. Unclasping her garter clips from her stockings as he went. Just before reaching his goal he moved and slowly draped Irina's top open, laying back the delicate fabric and placing light kisses around her belly button, swirling his tongue in its depths causing her to mew as he worked his way south.
Pulling her thong straps over her slender hips, Irina lifting her ass by arching herself up on her heels against the top of the mattress; and setting it back down again as Jack kissed the entire length of her leg to her toes pulling the sex drenched thong off slowly as to not remove her sexy heels, before letting it drop with Santa's trousers.
He picked up her right leg and kissed the tender flesh of her calf before draping it over his shoulder and then picked up her left leg, kissing it in the same way and knee before draping it over the other shoulder. He smiled down at Irina, grasping his engorged penis in one hand and teasing it against her slick folds and throbbing clit, pinching it with his other.
Small sounds of need began escaping from Irina again as her body naturally arched towards Jack's and he grabbed her hip with one hand positioning himself at her center and plunged into her heat yet again feeling a ripple of the muscle spasm inside her immediately as her body enveloped him and leaned forward with his hands on each side of Irina's gorgeous chest ; thrusting in and out of her gradually as he moved forward and then reversed.
His forward thrusting bringing Irina's knees up past her own shoulders as he found his depth inside her in their rocking motion.
Irina reached down between their bodies and found her pulsating clit rubbing and pinching the sensitive flesh adding to her own pleasure and Jack's, watching their combined efforts.
When Jack drove forward again his teeth clenched onto an end of the tiny satin ribbon and as he pulled back untied the bra releasing her breasts. Her rock hard nipples grazing her own thighs as Jack pounded upwards into her, rolling her into ball as her legs went over her head.
Deciding she wanted to take control of this situation as Jack pulled out used her hand to pull Jack's arm out from under him, upending them and putting her on top where she broke into an enormous smirk straddling Jack with her thighs pressed tightly against his sides.
Jacks hands found her firm ass and jerked her down hard onto his shaft as his eyes were mesmerized by her enormous breasts moving in and out of the fabric now draped loosely over them in a private game of 'hide-n-seek', her rigid dark peaks tipped with droplets of milky-sweetness exposed with every thrust and every arch of her back.
Irina used her thigh muscles to slide herself up and down the length of Jacks' cock, as she leaned forward grazing her breasts against his slippery torso, placing hot opened mouth kisses around the sensitive parts of his neck, and chin before biting his lip softly but hard enough to draw blood and make Jack yelp with pleasure and pain.
Irina smiled, kissing the bloodied lip and pulled herself erect atop him again. Seeing that Irina was in full control of their thrusting, Jack's hands meandered around from her fabulous ass to her drenched essence using his thumbs to press and rub her clit in sync with their rhythm driving both closer while Irina increased her velocity as he increased his against her bundle of nerve endings.
"Jack …I'm close." She panted and then her breath hitched, face contorting as she neared her climax.
"Me… too…" He groaned loudly feeling her powerful muscles milk his member and then release in perfect time with his thrusts.
Irina's hands slid across her sweat soaked abdomen and into her drenched folds to replace Jack's, working their magic on her sensitive bundle of nerve endings.
Jack's hands went back to her rear, bending his knees and digging his heels into the bed, using the leverage to help them increase their speed of rhythmic thrusting.
Their efforts had the intended effect as Jack felt Irina shatter and watched as she arched her back throwing her breasts forward with erect nipples pointed toward the ceiling calling out his name and with one last fierce thrust felt himself explode inside her as Irina continued to ride out both their orgasms for as long as she could; Jack gasping for breath as they both came down.
Irina collapsed onto his chest, his rapidly deflating member still inside her as her muscles continued to exploit it by their own free will. Jack wrapped his arms around her back and used one hand to pull her tangled mane away from her face and his where it had fallen when she had.
He kissed the top of her head as one hand traveled down her sweat-slicked body to cup her taut ass and hold her where she was.
"Don't move." He said when he felt her about to pull off of him. "Just stay here a minute." He had to seize his breath as Irina stilled with her cheek against his pecks, feeling the rapid pounding of his heart against her flesh, his chest still rapidly rising and falling beneath her weight. "This is the part… where I get to cherish you." He sighed and pulled her tightly against his quivering body and smiled when he felt her laugh vibrate from her chest straight to his.
"That… was the most amazing Christmas present, I know… I've ever had." Jack smiled after a few moments of lying together, both of their breath having evened out. "When on Earth did you ever have time to buy this festive little outfit?" He asked running his hand over her stocking covered thigh.
"The day we went shopping in Beverly Hills." She smiled, tracing circles around Jack's nipple, her voice vibrating through Jack's chest as she spoke.
"Sydney saw you buy this?!" He sucked in a sharp breath causing Irina to laugh.
"She was buying something similar Jack. I pretended not to see what she was buying, she pretended not to see what I was buying." Her body shook with laughter on top of his as he groaned, covering his eyes with his hand.
"I did not need to know that Sydney bought something 'similar." He playfully, pinched Irina's butt causing her to jerk away, and pinch his nipple hard.
"Like mother like daughter." Irina kept giggling, turning her face to his, and resting her chin on his sternum.
*Let My Love*
"Stop!" Jack said sternly, reaching up with both hands to cup her face and bring her head down to his lips. Silencing her with a kiss as he rolled them over so he was on top again.
"You're lucky I'm still as flexible as you 'assumed' I'd still be." Irina arched her eyebrows, teasing him as the kiss ended and Jack propped himself up on his elbows to look down at her.
"I figured, once a limber dancer, always a limber dancer." He grinned wickedly capturing her wrists and pulling her arms straight above her head, letting his fingers gently caress the skin as he followed the length of her arms down to her torso.
"Yeah well, I still think I may require a massage… so I don't get a cramp." Irina smiled, rubbing her breasts against his chest beneath him.
"I think we might be able to work something out." He dropped a kiss between her breasts onto the jagged scar left behind from her heart surgery. "How's your heart?" He looked at her a little concerned, remembering all she'd been through in the last few months.
"Fine." She smiled, touched by his concern. "Still racing in my chest, but that's not unusual when you're around." She wrapped her arms around his neck, bringing her swollen lips to his delving into his hot mouth once again, unable to get enough."I love you…" She whispered, rubbing her nose against his softly.
"And I love you…" He answered in Russian. Finding her lips once more in soft, linger kiss before pulling away smiling. "I think we should play a game while I give this massage." He sat back on his heels, pulling away from her reluctantly.
Slowly, he ran his fingers up the length of one of her legs and slid his fingers beneath to top of her stocking, pausing just briefly to caress her smooth skin before slowly rolling it down her leg, kissing the newly exposed skin lightly as he went and sending a shiver through Irina.
When he reached her foot, he carefully removed her heels and then the stocking, throwing them both behind him before doing the same with the next leg.
Irina lay there watching him with a smile until his task was finished and he reached his hand out to her, waiting for her to take it. She did and he pulled her upright, in front of him. Watching fascinated as he slowly, slid the bra straps off her shoulder and down her arms.
"What kind of game?" She felt her breathing quicken again with his gentle kisses and caresses.
"Your body has changed a lot in the last twenty years…" Jack kissed her neck softly, just below her ear as he pulled the garment free and threw it too, behind them. "All these scars I have yet to learn the history behind. I want to learn everything about my found again 'Wonderland.' Every. Single. Little. Mark." He planted kisses around her mouth between each word.
"You know a lot of them already…" She spoke so softly if his ear hadn't been right next to her mouth he wouldn't have heard.
"Tell me again." He trailed his tongue along her collarbone, nipping the flesh softly with his teeth before placing an open mouth kissed in the spot. His hands on her sides just below her breasts as his thumbs began massaging the skin covering her rib cage. "Like this one." He kissed the puckered circle of flesh just above her right breast, so softly she barely felt his lips as her skin burned with his every touch.
"2002 Moscow." She let out a little gasp as his tongue circled the quarter sized scar. "Gunshot. Cuvee." Her neck lulled to the side as his thumbs moved up to graze lightly over her already erect nipples.
"And here?" Jack moved his hand to cup the side of her neck, taking advantage of the exposed flesh as her head was tilted; he kissed a long faint scar just at its base.
"1998 Cairo. Stiletto. Disloyal associate." She panted, her hot breath tickling his ear. "He tried to decapitate me."
"Stupid man." Jack gasped pulling away slightly to look into her eyes briefly as his hands went to her back, and he tipped her back slightly. "And here?"
Her long hair cascading over his hands as her head fell back when his mouth traced the long incision between her breasts from the surgery.
"Again 2002, Moscow…" She hesitated a moment thinking of an explanation before she smiled, "repairs" earning her a chuckle from Jack against her skin.
He lay her all the way back against the pillows of the bed, sliding down her body to kiss another small round scar just under her right breast. "Here?" He asked breathlessly as his cheek brushed against the soft underside of her breast where another circular scar lay.
"Same event. Collapsed lung. Chest tube."
Jack closed his eyes momentarily as she spoke, hearing about yet another 'detail' from that night and realizing all over just what 'terrible' shape she must have been in. His expedition continued south and hovered just above her bellybutton, kissing the jagged scar there. "And here." He brushed his lips back and forth over the area, his eyes locked onto hers.
"1987 East Berlin. Stab wound. MI5 agent." She sighed heavily, shifting her hips as he moved his weight. "Assassination attempt."
Jack's hands continued to massage down her body as his mouth caressed ever so lightly the long thick scar across her abdomen that he'd made. "And this." He asked softly, his eyes finding hers again.
"Jack…" Her eyes pleaded with him not to make her say it.
"And this." He kissed it again lightly, bringing one hand to let his fingertips trace over it lightly, sending shivers through Irina.
"2002…Moscow…Gunshot… CIA…my daughters' father." She spoke slowly, her eyes never leaving his. "Shoot to Kill order…protecting our child from a supposed threat."
Jack held his breath for moment reliving that moment when he'd watched her fall back into the hallway, there eyes locking as she realized it was him who'd shot her…and then the red blood smear she left behind. "And here." He moved onto the small incision above her right hip, kissing it as his thumb grazed over the protruding bone below.
"2000 Paris. Ruptured appendix. Good looking French Doctor." She smiled and Jack laughed against her skin.
"What about this?" He shimmied down the bed, kissing a long, large scar across the top of her left thigh.
"1994 Congo. Machete. Deranged tour guide." She smiled brightly and Jack burst out laughing at how funny she was being. "Couldn't follow directions."
Jack sat up and slowly bent her leg at the knee, bringing her foot in front of him. "And this?" He placed a soft kiss to the sole of one foot, already knowing what it was from having witnessed it on the tapes.
Irina took a deep breath, "1982 Kashmir. Torture. KGB." She smiled lightly when Jack massaged her foot, placing another soft kiss against it. "Wouldn't admit I didn't love you." She added softly; when he crawled slowly back up her body, taking her wrists into his large hands over her abdomen.
"And these?" He kissed the scars from her restraints when they first raped her… so gently she felt tears beginning to well in her eyes.
"1981 Kashmir…Birthday present…Soviet Prison Guards and the prisoners from Cell block A." She answered as the unshed tears pooled in her eyes, this time; her response was not so funny. "Punishment for refusing to sleep with a monster."
Jack crawled over her, hand on each side of her head and held his gaze with her dark swirling pools for a moment before slowly lowering his head and kissing her softly as Irina's tears spilled over her cheeks. He pulled back and wiped the tears trails softly with the back of his hand. "And here?" He moved onto the scar against her hairline on the left side of her head. His face inches from hers.
"1982 Kashmir. Rifle butt. Soviet Prison Guard." She felt her breath catch remembering the day of her escape and watching the blast that killed Mikhail just seconds before her world went black. "Trying to escape hell."
Jack feathered her face with light kisses before gently rolling her onto his stomach beneath him. Straddling her bum, his hands smoothed the tense muscles in her shoulders and back as he placed a soft kiss to the puckered flesh on the side of Irina's left arm. "And here?"
"2002 Tuscany. Gunshot. My daughter." Jack raised his eyebrows in surprise, knowing Sydney had shot her in the arm but realizing for the first time, this was the scar from that horrible day.
"Shoot to Kill order…revised." She smiled finally thinking about Sydney's 'gift' of allowing her escape.
"And these?" Jack moved to her left arm, kissing the numerous long and short jagged scars on the back of both her arms.
"2002 Mexico City. Glass shards. Myself." She giggled into the soft downy pillow as Jack worked his magic hands, finally causing one of her own wounds. "Pulling myself through a 19th story window."
Jack shook his head, sighing deeply over her thinking about how she'd gotten away in the most insane move he'd ever heard about as an agent.
"And this?" He bent over, his tongue circling a large piece of puckered pink flesh in the mid-left quadrant of her muscular back.
"1988- Leningrad. Gunshot. Russian mafia leader." She sighed into the pillow, feeling completely relaxed now with Jack's fingers digging out the tension and aching muscles. "He didn't like my takeover."
"And these?" Jack placed a kiss to her palm and then turned her hand over, peppering all the little scars there with kisses.
"2002- Moscow…again." She let out an exaggerated sigh, "Stab wound. Cuvee." She hissed his name barely under her breath and Jack felt her instantly tense beneath him. "Sparing my child from his hideous methods."
Jack leaned over completely, brushing her hair off her face and kissed her the corner of her mouth, silently 'thanking' her for sacrificing herself to protect Sydney. "And this?" He moved down her body again, kissing it with a smile as she giggled from 'kissing her ass.' He recognized the scar on the top of her butt cheek from their 'former' life and wondered what the 'real' story behind it was.
"1962 Gryady. Puncture wound. Mikhail Vontonavich." She giggled and Jack's eyebrows narrowed thinking about 'how' that had happened. "He was chasing me with a fire poker and when I stopped suddenly, he stabbed me in the butt." She laughed at having felt Jack tense and turned her head to see him smiling and shaking his head as if she was 'crazy.'
The story had been 'close' to the one she'd told him. '1962 in Grady, Iowa. Puncture wound from her 'friend' Michael who'd, like she just said, accidentally stabbed her with a fire poker when he was chasing her with it.' Irina had been trying to give him as much of the 'truth' as she could without giving away her identity back then and Jack felt relieved.
When she let her head fall to the pillow again, Jack's eyes immediately rested upon the glaring blue ink of numbers and letters etched into Irina's flesh just above her rear, getting a 'close up' look for the first time; having only seen it from across the table before.
She felt his hands still as his mouth descended upon the permanent marking, instantly realizing 'why' his hands had stilled when she felt where he was kissing her so tenderly.
"And here?" He asked barely above a whisper memorizing the ID number in his head. His hand coming to rest on the side of her hip as his thumb traced over the number.
"1981 Kashmir. Identification tattoo." She sighed, bunching her arms up under her pillow, crossing them beneath to raise her head. "For purposes of prisoner and body identification." She answered half way into her pillow.
"What do the last two letters mean?" Jack asked softly, noticing that their ink was a slightly different color, having been added at a different time.
"That I was 'successfully' re-educated." She turned her head, laying her face down on the opposite cheek. Jack felt his chest tighten and studied her beautiful face for a moment before kissing the digits once again.
*I Would Die For You*
Slowly, he kissed the sensual contours of her body as she purred happily beneath him, making his way back up to her mouth, which he found and turned her simultaneously so that she facing him once more. His love for the woman beneath him overpowering, Jack pulled back slowly, his elbows pinning Irina's arms to her sides as his body cocooned hers. He gently brushed a stray lock of hair from her forehead, looking down into her eyes as his lips found her sweet mouth again.
Irina slid her knee up between Jack's legs adding to an already escalating state of sensual arousal. She grasped Jack's sides just above his hips with her long slender fingers, pressing her thumbs into the indentions the curvature of his hipbones made, pulling his body against hers so that their lower bodies were pressed against one another.
He felt her shaky breath against his face at the contact and his tongue delved deeper into her mouth in slow measured caresses, taking turns pulling thee other's lower lip in and out of the each others searing mouths.
Jack slowly moved his mouth to her strong jaw line, kissing its underside towards her ear as his knees bent slightly, giving him more traction, Irina's radiating heat from her center against the flesh of his thigh as the two made contact.
She could feel his hot breath against her ear as his tongue tickled the contours of her ear and playfully bit and suckled her earlobe causing her breath to hitch when he hit a sensitive spot just behind her ear.
Her hands raked up the length of his masculine back and down again, grabbing his ass forcefully squeezing, causing Jack to gasp for breath in her ear.
Irina raised her other leg, lacing it over the back of Jack's calve holding him to her tightly as she rubbed herself against his thigh making both of them pant in desire.
She trailed her fingers slowly over the curve of his ass, then abs and found his cock standing at attention, her lithe fingers grazing its length lightly from its base to its tip, circling the rim with her thumb as Jack unconsciously jerked into her hand with the movements and hissed into her neck where he'd been accosting the hollow in her throat with his tongue.
She touched him so lightly and when she pulled away momentarily she smiled as she heard him whimper at the lost contact.
Cupping his balls lightly she felt his ass muscles clinch and his body surge forward from her touch. Her thumb and forefinger encircled the smooth base of his shaft and pulled painstakingly slowly towards its tip, and back down again taking all of Jack's strength not to start thrusting into her hand.
She felt her own wetness against his thigh from rhythmically rubbing against it, massaging her swollen clit. Her fingers dipped within her slick folds and dripping with her own juices she ran them up the length of Jack's dick, circling its head making Jack moan and quiver.
He decided he had to do something or lose it in her hand, knowing that after such vigorous activities earlier, he wouldn't be able to last as long this time.
He reached under him, seized her wrists and brought them above her head, holding them with one hand, smiling as his other crept slowly over the mounds of her breast, down her taut abdomen and circling her sensitive thighs as she ground herself into his thigh.
His wet cock briefly touching her searing skin as he moved; with every touch Jack felt himself clenching his muscles in response to the fiery need between them.
Looking into her eyes his fingers finally laced their way oh-so-slowly into her drenched folds, finding her throbbing pulse within and grazing it lightly, hearing Irina's sharp gasp as her eyes blinked rapidly, her chest rising and falling rapidly under him, her nipples like sharp tacks prickling his senses with every breath.
His hungry mouth latched onto hers, hearing her moan and melt beneath him as his fingers continued to pinch and tease her into ecstasy, his cock rubbing with measured thrusts against her wet thighs making him hard as a rock once more.
He sucked Irina's lower lip between his own as his fingers crept slowly deep inside her watching as her face contorted while she panted, sucking in her breath in short bursts feeling his fingers twist and turn inside her.
When they reached her spot her hips jerked against his palm and he felt her begin to shake him beneath him with anticipation as his fingers stroked her in a slow torturous pace. Hearing her small sounds of pleasure turn to whimpering as she tried to move her hips hurrying him along.
Continuing with his hand manipulation, Jack dipped his head to one of her dark brown, budding peaks, ripe with arousal and swirled his tongue in lazy circles, flicking it with his tongue earning him a taste of the sweetness inside.
Irina's knuckles were turning white and arms shaking as she held onto the pillow above her head, about to lose it feeling Jack's dual assault.
Dragging his tongue once more around her nipple, placing and open-mouthed kiss, biting and slowly dragging his teeth against the sensitive flesh won him a warm gush against his fingers as Irina quivered with pleasure.
Jack pushed back with one hand as he crept down her sizzling body with his tongue, placing several hot wet kisses just above her center and inner thighs as he rocked back onto his heels.
Trailing his tongue between the crease of her thigh, he plunged his tongue between her folds smiling as Irina gasped loudly when he captured her throbbing clit in his teeth, teasing it with his tongue as is fingers continued to stroke her internally.
The sensation of Jack's bite on raw electrified flesh igniting Irina's every nerve. He lapped at her flowing juices, biting, flicking and sucking her into surrender as she mewed with bliss. Her reaction and the scent of her essence driving Jack on as he quickened his pace, curling his finger inside her and rolling her knob between his tongue and teeth.
Her breathing quickened as his speed and pressure increased and Jack watched as everything from her abs to her ass began clenching in anticipation of falling over the edge as she was near exploding, her pants and groans growing louder until finally her body rocked with the explosion and Jack's tongue drank greedily at her flowing juices, continuing his assault as she rode out the shockwaves rolling through her every inch.
With her breathing still heavy and eyesight blurry, Jack pulled her up and onto his lap where he sat on bent knees. His throbbing cock between them, pressed into her stomach, her glass nipples against his own slick chest. His eyes went to her lips, noticing a drop of blood from where she'd bit it in an attempt to control her scream at climax.
His swollen lips captured hers in a mixture of metallic blood and Irina's scent, tongues plunging and plundering into their depths.
Unable to stand it any longer, Jack's hands found Irina's hips and lifted her upwards, sliding her body up his sweaty chest. Looking into her eyes as she wrapped her arms around his neck and he slowly, deliberately lowered her onto his painfully erect cock.
Her drenched center welcoming the invasion as Irina's breathing hitched and her eyes widen staring at him as he filled her up. Both panting when he'd found his depth, they stilled.
Jack felt Irina clenching her muscles around his dick and then release allowing him to slip further into her. His tongue licked her ear as she leaned into him, her voluptuous breasts rubbing achingly against his own sensitive nipples.
Jack's tongue swept across her neck and his hands splayed across her back, feeling every muscle there tense and flex as he gripped her swirling his hips in a circle, grinding into her and causing them both to moan at the unimaginable pleasure the angle of his cock inside her was creating.
Her heat inconceivable as her body massaged him out of their own accord. Jack's tongue moved down her velvety chest and as he did, leaned Irina back so that her back was arched, her head bent back, holding her up as his mouth teased her unyielding nipples once again with his scorching tongue.
Feeling Irina begin to grind herself against him, he moved his arm so that he was supported her arched frame with one arm behind her back and moved his free hand up her slick thigh between them and pressed his thumb into her engorged clit causing her to moan loudly as her hips bucked against him.
"Jack…please…" She begged for him to start moving inside her, as she leaned forward lapping at the sweat on his Adam's apple with her deviant tongue causing Jack to moan.
He moved his strong hands up her sides holding her in place as he withdrew slightly, and drove into her. Irina's arms wrapping around his neck, as he panted into her hair cascading around her shoulders with each thrust.
He swiveled his hips against hers and picked up the pace feeling them both begin to tremble in anticipation. Irina used her own thighs to help lift herself off him as he withdrew, clenching tightly to his member before Jack slammed back inside her
Their rhythm perfect, and familiar. The scent of sex hung in the air and Jack drove harder and faster, his abs, ass and thighs burning from the exertion.
Her hyper sounds of extreme pleasure ringing loudly in his ear as he thrust deeper into Irina finding himself shaking as her powerful muscles clenched like a vice around him.
"God…you're…so…tight." He panted into her hair surprised at how quickly she'd recovered from delivery. "You…feel…incredible." He pounded into her, the sound of their bodies smacking into one another bouncing between them. He felt Irina getting close as her breathing became erratic and the small sounds coming from the back of her throat turned into low growls. Faster, and harder Jack plummeted into her with everything he had left, moving his hands to her hips to speed up their pace, about to lose it himself he panted, "Look at me."
Irina pulled her face from the crook of his neck her dark pupils covering most of her eye.
Jack wanted to see her eyes as she imploded around him and he moved her hands to his shoulders to steady herself as Jack continued his pounding, her breath slipping away and feeling as though she were about to hyperventilate, flew over the edge as her body shuddered hitting her climax and began convulsing as Jack continued his mission feeling her muscles tense and tremble all around him pushing him over the edge after her.
"I…love…you…" He spoke to her heart in Russian as his eyes bore into her ebony pools. With one final upwards thrust that lifted her off the bed with a loud gasp, Jack exploded inside her sweltering core and continued to drive into her as the flashes of light and temporary blindness clouded his eyes.
He collapsed forwards onto Irina as he dug his toes and knees into the bed intent on riding out every last wave of pleasure his body would afford thrusting and thrusting as his ass screamed in pain. When he was finally spent, his legs and arms gave out and he collapsed fully onto Irina. His dead weight was covering hers, feeling her pounding heart against his chest. Jack was too tired to move but realized he was crushing Irina beneath him and rolled them over so she was on top, her lifeless corpse covering his body like a warm blanket. He watched her body rise and fall with his ragged breaths.
Jack felt her body trembling a top him and with much effort, moved his arm to place a hand over her back. As his breathing evened out he suddenly felt chilled soaked in sweat and Irina's body rapidly turning to a blanket of ice. She was absolutely still and if not for her breathing beneath his hand, Jack would have thought her dead.
As if right on cue, Lena started to fuss and then belt out a cry of hunger from her bassinet.
"Right on time." Jack sighed, smiling as Irina rolled off of him and took two steps from the bed before collapsing to her knees, her world gone black.
"Irina!" Jack flew out of bed instantly, adrenaline the only thing allowing his body to react so quickly.
She was about to fall over right as he hit the ground next to her, grabbing her shoulders and steadying her as he searched her face with concern. Her face that should be tinged with sedation, colorless.
The baby was screaming in the background and Irina blinked slowly, her sight slowly coming back to her as Jack kept shaking her shoulders and cupping her face, repeating her name in a chant.
"Irina! Irina!" Jack was panicked at her trembling body. 'She shouldn't still be trembling…' His eyes searching her body as her muscles continued to quiver and her eyes stared blankly at him. Finally he saw a spark of recognition and her head turned slightly towards him, she raised her hand to hold the wrist of the hand cupping her face.
"I'm ok." She sighed, feeling like Jello and thankful for his steadying hand. Hearing her baby's panic she pleaded, "Jack…get the baby."
"Irina?!" He cupped her face with both hands, terrified at what just happened. "What's wrong?"
"Get the baby…please. I'm fine. I just blacked out…" She tried to move to get up and felt her muscles suddenly lock, realizing it had been hours since she'd eaten or taken insulin and with the extreme burning of calories and energy over the last couple of hours she'd likely gone into the danger zone.
Jack immediately scooped her up into his arms, carrying her to the bed where he pulled back the tangled mess of bed covers and laid her down, covering her shivering body with the warmth.
"I'll get your insulin. Where is it?" He ran his hands over her forehead and hair, scared shitless at how pale she looked and the blue ring around her lips, something he hadn't seen since her 'death' at the Execution before they brought her back to life.
"Downstairs. In the fridge." She answered barely above a whisper. "Jack…the baby."
Jack turned quickly and practically ran to the bassinet where his little girl screaming her head off now, red with her efforts. He scooped her up and held her against his chest, trying to sooth her as he walked back to Irina.
Irina flipped open the blanket and rolled onto her side as Jack lay the baby down next to her, helping Irina to get her situated seeing she needed help with her little strength.
Lena was so worked up from crying for so long, Irina had a hard time trying to settle her down and get her to latch on as she continued to scream, her eyes producing real tears for the first time and breaking both Irina and Jacks' hearts. When Irina finally got her settled and nursing, she had tears in her eyes feeling so badly as her daughter continued to tremble and take erratic breaths much like her own.
Jack saw the tears spill over Irina's cheek as she wiped the baby's tears and quickly kissed the salty drop away whispering, "I'll hurry." He flew to the bathroom and found a robe, tying it around his waist as he made his way to the door in a frenzied pace.
He flew down the steps two at a time, his path lit in the darkness by the light cascading through the enormous windows above the stairs and ran to the kitchen, flung open the large fridge doors and finally found the insulin bottles on the side door.
He couldn't locate a syringe or alcohol wipes on the counter and began tearing through the cupboards at a wild pace, finding what he was looking for just next to the sink. He was to the library when he realized Irina needed something sugary to drink fast if she were Low instead of High and flew back to the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of orange juice Irina had bought for just such occasions. With everything he needed in hand, he ran as fast as he could up the steps berating himself for not thinking about how this much 'activity' on Irina, a little over a month after she almost died, would take its toll on her body.
When he flung open the door to their room, Irina's head was like dead weight on the arm curled under her head, her fingers of the other hand caressing Lena's head as the baby continued to hiccup while she ate.
Jack knelt beside them instantly, putting the items on the nightstand as he realized he forgot to get the testing kit.
Irina read his mind before he said, 'Damnit' under his breath and reached out with her hand to clasp his forearm.
"Calm down. I'll be ok." She tried to smile but it was futile, the blue ring around her mouth was getting worse and Jack's heart raced within his chest. "My kit's on the sink in the bathroom."
He jumped up and flew to the bathroom, returning to her side within seconds.
Irina held out her finger as Jack pricked the end, squeezing a small amount of blood onto the wipe strip and sticking it into the reader.
When it beeped and he read the results he sighed. "It's much worse than when you went running. You're only reading an 8." He looked at her with concern written all over his face. "Drink this." He handed her the orange juice.
Jack remained kneeling by the bed watching as the blue line around her lips slowly faded and her color came back to normal within a few minutes.
The anxiety leaving his body as he watched her finally smile at their baby kicking against her as she ate furiously, tiny hand clutching to her mother.
"It's ok, Jack." Irina ran her hand down his arm, lacing her fingers with his when she saw how upset he'd been. "I'm really ok. I just didn't realize how much energy we burned…I'm still learning how to handle this defunct body. But now I know… for next time, I'll need to revive myself between sessions and check my levels." She smiled and laughed slightly trying to get him to ease up.
Jack knew she was right, and didn't want to voice his concerns again, he'd done that before and it ended badly. She was right, and he knew that. It was an accident, and they were both still learning her capabilities. He was still scared to death though, especially about the flashbacks to her death and feeling like he was watching her die all over again.
Quickly, he leaned forward, placing his hand against her back and bringing her lips to meet his in a hungry kiss to remind himself she was 'ok', still alive and right there with him.
Irina could tell by the urgency of his kiss that he'd been terrified at 'losing her' again, her mind flashing back to the other nights conversation. When they separated and Jack tried to pull his head away, Irina quickly cupped the back up his head and held it so that his face was just inches from her own.
"I'm ok, Jack." She looked deep into his eyes, trying to reassure him. "And I'm not going anywhere."
His shoulders slumped and he leaned in again to kiss her softly.
"I love you." She whispered when their noses brushed pulling away.
"I love you…" He brushed her cheek with his thumb, "You scared me." He admitted.
"I know." She smiled softly. "I scared me, too." She clasped his fingers in hers. "I'm sorry. I should have thought about it before hand."
"It's not your fault." Jack stroked her long hair over her back, "We're both still learning how to handle this, remember?"
She nodded, and brought their hands up to kiss his knuckles. "That was amazing though. Definitely worth the torture of waiting for all these months." She smiled brightly and Jack's heart skipped a beat.
"Definitely." He smiled warmly and shifted his weight so that his torso was leaning on the bed, one arm around Irina and the other lying beside their baby. "Maybe too much, too fast, too soon…but still amazing." He added quietly.
"Jack," She reached out gently taking his chin in her fingers forcing him to look at her, "If I would have remembered to eat more in anticipation of this night, everything would have been 'ok.' Now please, stop pondering over the one blight on an amazing evening. Please…I'm ok, really."
Jack was having a hard time letting go of the fear she evoked within him but he sighed and tried to concentrate on the positives…which were plenty and fantastic; and if not for the 'blight,' as Irina called it, at the end of the evening, it would have been one of the most spectacular nights of his life.
"Did you see her tears?" Irina ran her finger softly over the tiny cheek of her daughter in wonder. "Real tears…"
"I saw them." Jack kissed Lena's tiny arm, feeling badly that his baby had to wait so long, screaming in the darkness while he made sure her mother was ok. "She seems to be 'ok' now. All forgotten and forgiven." He smiled, watching Lena nuzzle Irina's soft flesh with her tiny nose and palm her source of nourishment with her little hand. Jack reached over with his finger to lightly trace the outline of her sprawled hand and fingers, pondering the wonders of a woman's body and its multi-purpose functions, he smiled.
"I can't stand to see her so upset." Irina dropped a kiss to the soft spot on Lena's downy head. "Mama's sorry honey." She cooed to her in Russian and Lena's eyes fluttered open at the sound of her mother's voice briefly before closing again and nuzzling her face in further, getting completely comfortable as she fell asleep again.
Jack removed his robe and climbed in under the covers, spooning up behind Irina. He rested his face against Irina's and wrapped his arm around her placing a hand on Lena's back as she snuggled into her mother's body; his and Irina's legs automatically entwining.
Jack awoke in the morning with Irina's head on his chest, her wild mane spread across his entire torso. He quickly began scanning the bed for Lena and realized that Irina had put the baby back in her bassinet after her last feeding. He suddenly realized how hot Irina's naked body seemed pressed up to his and softly, reached his hand up to feel her forehead. Alarmed when it was scorching against his hand.
"Irina." He tried to wake her slowly, moving his body beneath her trying to rouse her. "Irina." He called again when she didn't move and his heart quickened its pace.
"Hmmm." She finally hummed against his chest with her eyes still closed, not wanting to wake yet.
"Sweetheart…you're burning up." Jack gently rolled her off him and she kept her eyes closed, turning to snuggle into the pillow once she left his chest. He pulled the comforter away and felt the skin of her arm, neck and then head again. She was on fire, "Are you feeling ok?"
"Nyet..." She shook her head slowly, eyes still closed, answering 'no' in Russian.
"What's wrong?" Jack brushed the hair away from her forehead with his hand, stroking it in a soothing manor, worried.
"I don't know. I just don't feel well…and I'm freezing." She tugged the blankets back up around her. Her voice had been deep and raspy like a frog.
Now Jack was really worried. 'Laura' had never been sick, and if she were, would never admit it unless it was 'really' bad. The fact that Irina had just admitted to not feeling well so easily, coupled with her raging fever and terrible sounding voice, sent Jack into panic mode.
As he got out of bed to get the thermometer, Irina broke into a deep 'barking' cough that Jack had never heard come out of her in all the years they'd spent together. He pulled his robe back on watching her with narrowed eyebrows as he made his way to her medicine cabinet.
Finding a 'brand new' thermometer, still in the box, a testament that she was 'never' sick, he grabbed a washcloth and ran it under cold water, wringing out the excess before making his way back into the bedroom.
"Open." He commanded and she complied 'too easily' for Jack, without ever opening her eyes. His hand stroking her scorching cheek as he waited for the beep to signal it was done.
"104.5! Christ, Irina you're on fire!" He immediately folded the cold cloth and placed it on her forehead. Pulling the blankets off her and leaving only the sheet remaining.
"Hey…" She protested, feeling for the comforter with a scowl on her face, eyes still closed. "I'm freezing here." She started to shiver again.
"You're burning up, Irina. That's why you're cold and shivering, because your body has lost control of its ability to set your internal thermostat." Jack pulled the sheet up around her, rubbing her arms with his hands trying to quall her shaking.
"What are you, a doctor?" She croaked out, teasingly with her eyes still shut tightly.
"You're one to talk, 'Miss Medicinal Berries with soothing properties." He smiled, earning him a small laugh from Irina remembering their trip to India, causing her to break into another horrible coughing fit.
"What's Alexei's number? You need to see a doctor right now."