AN: Well, this chapter is just 'hot...' They're newlyweds afterall ;) But also fun, funny and informative!
Music for this chapter (on repeat): Toxic by Britney Spears, and Drive by Melissa Ferrick, The Love Theme by Nino Rota from The Godfather Soundtrack
FORTY-TWO
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Monday morning came and went with another busy day of pouring over Intel and lots of talk about the fantastically beautiful wedding and bride, Jack and Irina were making eyes at each other all day, still lost in their own world. Devlin had been correct in his assessment and now everyone saw what he'd meant. Finding Sloane's gift and card waiting for them only incensed their anger and more determined to find him.
Jack, Irina, Sark and Lena had been home about a half hour when Irina approached Sark, with the baby. He still hadn't held her. Sark had tried resisting, more terrified to hold the baby then to carry a nuclear weapon but Irina won and now Lena was snuggled against his chest sleeping and sucking rapidly on her pacifier.
"See…it's not so bad, is it?" Irina's eyes danced with light as she smiled broadly at him, seeing his posture relax, holding the baby protectively and carefully to him.
"No, it isn't I guess. She is just so small…I am afraid if I move from this spot I will drop her." His eyes wide with worry and Irina chuckled.
"You won't drop her, I promise. Not with the way you are holding her…she's very safe." She smiled reaching out to run her hand over her baby's head. "See how relaxed she is with you already?"
Sark's eyes looked down over the baby and watched her little arms go limp when she went into a deep sleep.
"Are you ok with her?" Irina stood from where they were sitting on the couch, looking down at the both of them smiling.
"Yes…why?" His face immediately flashing with panic when he saw her reaching for her purse. "Where are you going?"
"Jack and I need to run to the store for a little bit, to pick up some things for dinner tonight. We'll only be gone 30 minutes at the most…Can you handle that?" She tried not laughing at how terrified he was to be left alone with a baby.
The store would take ten minutes…their 'drive' in the car would be a quick one.
"What if she wakes up? What if she's hungry? What if she needs to be changed?" His mouth fired off rapid questions. 'How could Irina trust him to be alone with this child? Her most precious baby? One she rarely put down or let out of her sight! She must be testing him…'
"She should sleep for at least an hour, I just fed her and changed her. You shouldn't have to do a thing…except watch her." She leaned over and kissed Lena's head and caught Sark's eyes. Kissing his cheek quickly adding, "I trust you Julian." She smiled, speaking in her 'motherly tone' again that he was not used to. He nodded 'ok.'"Sydney and Michael will be joining us for dinner." She paused by the door, waiting for Jack to meet her there. "They could be here anytime…If you need anything before they get here, call my cell 'ok?" Irina flashed him another brilliant smile as Jack eyed him on the couch, and Sark swallowed hard. "Bye…"
'This may be the toughest assignment Irina had ever given him.' He sat perfectly still for at least five minutes, watching the small bundle rise and fall with his chest and marveled at her size.
Her little ears, her long eyelashes like her mother, her perfect little nose, and tiny hands, her feet that were no longer then his smallest finger and that's when he realized why he was so terrified of her…she was easily breakable and he felt himself tense. Lena noticed and scrunched her eyebrows, digging her face against his shirt and Sark froze, hoping she wouldn't wake up.
'Relax, relax, relax…' He chanted internally to himself and as he calmed, Lena stopped stirring. He smiled that he had figured out on his own what to do to keep her comfortable. He could handle this…He picked up the new People magazine from the coffee table featuring a story on Sydney and Irina and began to read what was bound to be 'fascinating…'
*Toxic*
"We've got twenty minutes." Irina flew out of the driver's seat of her Porsche and attacked Jack with her lips when they pulled into the far space in the parks parking lot.
Jack's hands were pawing all over her and their tongues dueled, licking and sucking, biting and teasing in a furious manner. His hands fumbled with the buttons on Irina's pants, trying to undo them as fast as possible struggling. He wasn't moving fast enough for Irina, who was on fire and needed him inside her immediately with their time crunch. She broke lip contact, leaned back undid her pants slid them down over her hips and kicked them to the floor of the car. Her lips immediately sought out Jack's again as his hands grabbed her, pulling her into his lap. His hard-on growing with anticipation as he felt the naked flesh of her thighs, straddling him, the excitement making love in public where anyone could see them. Irina's fingers feverishly worked to undo the button on Jack's jeans and zipper.
"Lift your ass!" She commanded and he complied so she could slide his pants down over his butt at least, freeing his cock. He was incredibly turned on with her commanding tone, the side of 'The Man' he loved. Her hands greedily stroked it, making him harder as she rubbed his cock against her already slick folds.
His hand reached under her and forcefully glided his fingers into her folds, taking his dick out of her hands and teasing its tips against her entrance as his other hand pressed its thumb into her clit, rubbing in small fast circles and eliciting gasps and moans from Irina. Her fingers slid through her own juices and pushed aside her thong strap, before thrusting herself down and onto him making them both gasp.
"Ooh…this is fun." Jack waggled his eyebrows feeling her contracting around him making him rock-hard.
"Faster Jack! We have to hurry." She commanded in a desire laden voice as she bit his lip and moved her legs and hips, trying to find a comfortable way to start her 'ride,' on the little seat.
"Whoa!" He laughed as she pulled the recline lever and their seat tilted back a little too fast. His hands slid up under her shirt and with no notice, ripped the t-shirt up and over Irina's head. Leaving her in nothing but her black bra and thong. "God you're gorgeous!" He took a second to appreciate his wife and felt the urge to drive into her as fast and as hard as possible. He grabbed her hips with his hands, gripping almost painfully into her skin and pulled her onto him hard making Irina shriek with the friction of their angle.
Irina felt him filling her completely and his length penetrating deeply as they started their furious pace with Jack thrusting up into her and Irina thrusting down onto him. She undid the clasp in the front of her bra and freed her breasts from the confines and thrust them into Jack's face as she rode him hard. He buried his face in their soft curves and closed his mouth, dragging his teeth over her nipple causing Irina to inhale sharply as a shudder went through her body. Her hot, tight, drenched core, gripping him like a vice and Jack moaned in pleasure against her breast as Irina increased their speed. Her muscles gripping him with everything she had while she pulled away and Jack groaned loudly in ecstasy with the sensation is created.
Irina put her hands on either side of Jack's head, holding herself steady as she moved her thighs, ass and abs in a fluid motion grinding into him while his tongue assaulted her breasts, biting and pinching.
With Irina took control over their thrusts Jack pressed one hand to the small of her back while his other hand snaked over her hip and pressed hard onto her swollen throbbing clit.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Irina chanted overwhelmed with pleasure on her nipples, in her core and against her clit. She drove herself deeper onto Jack making them both moan. "Fuck me, Jack! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" She practically screamed almost ready to fly over the edge and Jack pumped his hips furiously against her, Irina's commands sending a bolt of lightening straight through him and he screamed pushing them both over the edge with his insane pace.
Irina exploded around him, convulsing out of control, screaming "Oh fuck, Jack!" So loudly he was sure it was heard around the world as her climax rocked her body and the sensations of her internal erratic quivering driving him over the edge and followed right after.
"Oh fuck, Irina!" He screamed against her breasts as he felt his body shatter inside her, grabbing her hips with mean fingers picking up her light body and pounding her onto him again and again screaming… "Ohhhhhhhhhh Fuuuuuuuuuuuck!" As he pumped into her over and over until his sight returned and the last waves of his orgasm passed. When he opened his eyes Irina was smiling at him with black eyes her pupils exploding with climax and slowly constricting again.
"That was a fantastic fuck, Sweetheart! You definitely get an, 'A' for effort on that one." She captured his mouth in a hot open-mouthed kiss as their tongues wrestled until her muscles exploited everything they could from his cock. Irina had gone from 'The Man' to 'Mrs. Robinson' and it made Jack laugh and horny all over again.
Just as quickly as she attacked him, she pulled off of him and slid back over to the drivers seat, finding her pants on the floor and quickly shimming into them.
"Jack," She addressed him trying not to laugh as she captured her breasts again, restraining them with the black fabric. He was sitting in sated stunned silence watching her with his pants pulled down and deflating member lying on his thigh. "We were supposed to be home five minutes ago! Pull yourself together!" She finally laughed and searched the car for her black t-shirt; finding it in the back seat, she quickly pulled it over her head and threaded her arms through the holes, pulling it down over her breasts and torso. "Jack!" Irina grabbed his dick and jerked it hard, bringing Jack out of his daze with a pained aroused expression. "Put 'Panama Jack' away so we can leave please!" She laughed dangerously with devilish eyes. "We'll bring him out to 'play' at the park again another day, I promise!" She leaned over and kissed the side of his mouth. Waiting for Jack as he slowly pulled his pants back up.
Sydney was stunned right out of her shoes when she opened the door and saw Sark lying on the couch barefoot in jeans and a light sweater, Lena asleep on his chest with her little arm dangling over his side, completely relaxed reading a magazine.
Unsettling panic rising within her as she narrowed her eyebrows seeing the man who had tried to kill her on numerous occasions, looking so calm and normal with her sister asleep on his chest.
"Where is my Mom?" She asked quickly as Vaughn came up behind her, same expression on his face.
"They went to the store. Irina said they would return in half of an hour." Sark glanced at his watch with no emotion in his voice, "They should be returning any moment."
"They left you alone with Lena?" Her eyes bulged as she fumed inside, stalking over to the couch and immediately extracting Lena from where she lay. 'What the hell were her parents thinking?'Lena immediately started to fuss, waking up rapidly at the loss of heat from Sark's body and the absence of his heartbeat in her ear. She started crying, wailing within seconds, tears streaming down her cheeks.
"Now look what you've done. She was fine were she was." Sark felt himself getting mad that Sydney's need to be in control over him had upset the baby.
"Be quiet." Vaughn's eyes pierced his with a glare as Sydney tried to calm her sister down, feeling guilty that her own anger towards Sark had taken precedent over her sister's needs.
Lena's whole body was turning red with her cries and they were turning into sobs with periods in between where she was holding her breath. Her little body rigid in Sydney's arms as she held her close to her chest trying to calm her down.
Sark sat up fuming himself seeing how upset the baby was. "Try-" He was about to suggest something he saw Irina doing with her but was cut off immediately.
"I don't need advice from you!" Sydney whipped around cutting him off as Lena continued to scream, Sydney's own panic getting the best of her having never seen her sister this upset ever. Nothing she was trying, was working.
"Are you so stubborn that you'd rather let your sister scream in tears then listen to a suggestion of help from me?" Sark stood, toe to toe with Sydney and Vaughn took a step toward them.
"Fine! What do you suggest we do with your extensive knowledge of babies?" She shot back at him, knowing he was right.
"Turn her in your arms so that she is lying on her side, in the crook of your arm…yes, like that," He took hold of Sydney's other arm and placed it how Irina had and Sydney's eyebrows furrowed. "Now pull her close, snuggle her into you…here," He put the baby's pacifier in her mouth but she wouldn't take it.
"Swirl it around the inside of her mouth." Sydney commanded seeing what he was doing.
Sark did as told and Lena eventually accepted it, starting to calm down as she turned her face into Sydney's chest as though she were nursing with Irina; a position of comfort and safety for her. Sydney and Vaughn's eyes both widened in surprise that it had worked. Sark's hand brushed over Lena's head and he wiped her tears with the backs of his fingers; the baby still shaking and trembling as she came down from her fit of rage.
"How did you know how to do that?" Sydney finally swallowed her pride and asked, looking into Sark's glass eyes.
"I've watched Irina with her. This is the position the child seems most comfortable and secure in when Irina holds her." Sark let his hand drop and returned to his seat on the couch.
"You've only been here a week and you've picked up that knowledge just from watching Irina with the baby?" Vaughn asked disbelieving as he ran his own hand over Lena's little head.
"Irina taught me to observe behavior." He picked up the magazine, staring at the photo of Irina and Sydney, "I've known Irina for almost twenty years and never once witnessed her holding a child…this side of her fascinates me. So of course I would observe her as a mother with her own child."
"That is slightly creepy that you are watching her so intently." Sydney's eyes narrowed again as she swayed from side to side, rocking Lena back to sleep.
"Are you going to tell me Pri..." He caught himself, "Sydney, that when Irina turned herself into the CIA, you weren't 'observing' her as intently as I am now? Studying the behavior of a side to your mother you never knew?" Sydney looked away, 'she had,' and Sark had his answer."I thought so. I am merely doing the same thing. This is a side of Irina, I never knew." He sat back against the cushions. "We have a lot in common Sydney, you and I." He saw her eyes flash with anger.
"We are nothing alike!" She spat at him.
"We both lost our mothers when we were five and six years old. Our fathers weren't a constant in our lives. We were both raised by emotionally detached people incapable of showing us love and affection…You by your father and me by Irina." He pointed out softly and Sydney's eyes darted back to his. "We were both Project Christmas children and entered this life as teenagers. We both grew up idolizing Irina and craving her affection but still tucking ourselves into bed at night."
Sydney hated the fact that Sark was pointing out their many similarities and chipping away at her armor.
"We both lost our first loves to this life," Sark's eyes went to Vaughn to see his reaction, his brow crinkling as he lifted his eyes. "As well as our best friends."
"That's because you killed mine!" Sydney shot back at him, her temper flaring and on the verge of tears.
"And you killed mine." He deadpanned back at her. He had sentenced Francie to die, and Sydney had killed his 'Allison.' Sark felt his own anger rising but remembered his promise to Irina and sighed, letting it go. "Perhaps, the thing we have in common the most Sydney, is that Irina is the most important woman in both our lives."
Sydney felt the tears stinging her eyes and she violently blinked them back, he was not going to make her cry!
"I do not wish to fight with you, Sydney. I am here to help Irina find and capture the bloody bastards who hurt her, make them pay. Something else I believe we have in common." He looked at her thoughtfully. "I am not expecting your forgiveness or any semblance of a relationship with you. I am merely asking that for Irina's sake, we find some common ground. Working together to catch Sloane and Cuvee seems like the place to start."
Sydney took a series of deep breaths. Thankful she didn't have to answer as her parents walked in the door that very moment.
"Hello…" Irina greeted them cautiously, noting their serious faces. "How is everyone?"
"Lovely." Sark greeted her with a fake smile she knew all too well. Seeing the baby was now in Sydney's arms, Irina asked, "Julian…how did it go with Lena? Were you two okay until Sydney and Vaughn arrived?"
"Yeah." Sydney answered for him, surprising everyone. "She was sleeping peacefully against his chest, quite happy."
Sark's eyes darted to her. She had accepted their tentative truce.
"Well that's wonderful! I knew you'd be alright with her." Irina smiled seeing the storm clouds dissipating above them. "Sydney, would you help me in the kitchen for a minute please?" She smiled at her daughter, seeing she was upset about something and wanting to have her alone for a few minutes.
"Of course." Sydney smiled warmly, in return. She loved anytime with her Mom. She walked over to Sark and looked him in the eyes as she passed the baby back to him. Lena immediately nestled into his arms.
Jack and Irina watched the exchange with acute interest. 'Why would Sydney hand the baby to Sark instead of to Vaughn or Jack?' The way she handed her to Sark, was like she was giving him a gift…a peace offering of some kind. Something definitely transpired in their living room.
Sydney followed Irina into the kitchen and smiled amused, trying not to laugh or think to deeply about 'what happened on the way to the store.'
"Mom," She bit her lip when Irina turned to face her, "Your shirt is on inside out."
"Marshall," Irina approached him the next morning with her enchanting smile and she knew he was Putty in her hands.
Marshall's eyes watching as she approached with her feline moves. Her black skirt and those long muscular legs, her insatiable calves defined with her stance in black heels, the way she flipped her hair over her shoulder and licked and bit her lip sending his libido into overdrive and it wasn't even 8am.
"Ye…ye, ye, yes Mrs. Bristow." He smiled nervously starting to sweat under her intense gaze and Irina's heart smiled hearing someone address her as Mrs. Bristow again.
"Marshall, there is a problem with the monitors in the high security cell-blocks." Her eyes bore into his, standing in front of him with her intimidating posture while still looking seductive.
"What? Are you sure? I mean…They were working just a minute ago." Marshall was suddenly perplexed looking across the floor to the monitors that fed video feed from her old cell.
"No no, Marshall." She got closer, inches from his face and watched as he swallowed hard. "The monitors 'aren't working' right now…for say," Her eyes danced with mischievousness, "Twenty minutes…technical malfunction. They are offline." She winked at him and he tried swallowing the massive lump but without succeeding. "Do you understand what I am saying?"
Marshall's palms began sweating profusely as he clenched his fists, Irina so close to him he could feel her breath against his face…and her perfume was intoxicating making him dizzy. He knew what she wanted and he was trying not to think about 'why' though his libido screamed it through his head. "Yeassh." He answered in a combination of 'yes' and 'yeah' unable to form any coherent thoughts in this moment. "Technical malfunction. Twenty minutes…" He finally gulped, "Video feed offline."
"Thank you." She smiled brightly and kissed the corner of his mouth, winking at him before turning to leave. She knew that wasn't fair but all is fair in love and sex…
"Jack come with me now…please." She walked up to him quickly. He was talking to Sydney, Vaughn and Weiss. "I need to talk with you about some 'unfinished business."
"Ok." Jack looked at her expectantly as did the others.
"In private." Her eyes drilling into his, sending a clear message that sent an instant twitch to his groin.
"We can talk out here." He was motioning toward the steal doors leading to the prison cells.
"Don't forget Kendall's called a minute in twenty-five minutes." Sydney smiled brightly.
"Thank you Sweetheart. It won't take long." Irina flashed her brilliant smile.
"Irina…" Jack yelped walking briskly to keep up with her. "What are we doing? I mean I know what we're doing but where?"
"You told me if I found a way…" She threw a seductive smile over her shoulder and Jack's eyes went wide. He never should have challenged her. This was insane!
"Irina, we can't!" Jack hissed out a breath even as he felt himself getting excited at the prospect.
"You promised, Jack…Are you going to break your promise?" Her doe eyes dared him too. Seeing the look on his face she knew he wouldn't. "Tell the guards we have something important to discuss and need some privacy…look like your pissed at me. It shouldn't be to hard for them to believe considering they saw it everyday for 10 months after I turned myself in. Twenty minutes…"
Jack through her a disturbed look and she smiled, turning it into a scowl as they approached the guards. "We have some unfinished business to discuss and need some privacy. No one enters until we leave. Understood?" He gave them his infamous Jack Bristow glare and scowl, his tone daring them to defy.
The guards looked at him and then Irina who looked like she was fuming.
"Yes, Agent Bristow." The guard seemed to shrink under their stare.
Jack pushed Irina on the shoulder for good measure, forcing her to walk in front of him as the gates rose in front of them. When they were standing outside her old cell she looked at it strangely for a moment.
"So this is what it looks like from this side…" She smiled enigmatically and Jack's breathing picked up punching the button and the door opened.
*Drive*
"We have 17 minutes." He grabbed her hand and pulled her inside with a desperate look of desire coursing through his eyes.
"Well then get to it…Agent Bristow." Her dark eyes ran deep with seduction and her voice deepened. Intentionally accenting his name with a heavy Russian lit. "I'm the naughty girl after all…show me who's boss." She could hardly say it without breaking a smile and into fits of laughter.
"You naughty Russian tease." Jack rapidly grabbed her by the lapels on her suit jacket, crashing his mouth into hers his tongue demanding entrance as he backed her into the cell. "Wait!" He stopped with rapid breath. "The monitors!" He pointed to the little camera.
"Taken care of…" Irina drug her hot tongue along his jaw-line and flicked his ear lobe, "That's why we're on a time schedule…so hurry up and fuck me…Agent Bristow." She growled into his ear and Jack's cock jerked in his pants. He peeled her suit jacket off and let it drop to the floor pulling at her white blouse, pulling it out of her skirt. Irina's hands went to his shirt and Jack grabbed them with one of his stopping the motion.
"I don't think so Ms. Derevko, you're the naughty girl here. I'm in charge." He breathed heavily against her face using his stern tone.
"I surrender." Irina lifted her hands in mock surrender more turned on then she could have ever imagined. "Do me the way you wanted to…when we were working on the Kane problem." She whispered huskily with her thick accent and dangerous gleam in her eye. She had been dying to know these thoughts since that day in this cell.
Jack moved with speed as he undid the last button and roughly pulled the shirt from her body dropping it to the floor behind him. She stood before him in heels, a black mid-length skirt and white lace bra. His strong hands gripped her rib cage as he crashed his mouth over hers again seizing her lips in a frenzied kiss as he picked her up and pushed her back against the glass with a thud.
Irina gasped when his hand roughly tugged at the hemline of her skirt forcing it up her thighs and plunging his hand towards her center, his eyes widening when his fingers met wet curls and nothing else. She didn't have any underwear on.
"I thought ahead." Irina replied in husky Russian; giving up the accent and just driving it home with the actual language and Jack's eyes turned primal.
He used his knee to force her legs apart and pinched her clit, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger eliciting a sharp intake of breath from Irina as her throbbing pulse stung with the pressure. Knowing they hadn't a lot of time, he palmed her center and used his middle finger in a 'come-hither' gesture to slide between her folds while his palm ground into her clit, his face inches from hers, their eyes locked. Irina moaned in pleasure when his long finger plunged into her darkness.
"Faster Jack…time." She hissed in Russian and Jack covered her mouth with his own to keep her from speaking, pulling his hand away as his hands undid his belt and the buttons and zipper on his pants.
He roughly pushed down his boxers and grabbed his rock-hard shaft yanking it a couple of time roughly in his closed fist, before he pressed her further into the glass holding her there with his weight.
His hands pushed her skirt up higher until it was around her waist. His knee pressing her legs apart even further now and he grabbed her hips and picked her up, slamming her into the glass and holding her there while he thrust into her and Irina started to scream with pleasure and he cupped his hand over her mouth, locking eyes with her.
"We have to be quiet Derevko." He kept thrusting into her as Irina hooked her leg over his hip. His hand let go of her mouth and found her wrists, pulling them over her head and holding them to the glass.
Irina was biting her lip so hard to keep from moaning loudly and screaming, she was starting to taste the metallic sting of blood as he pounded into her with such force her body slapped against the glass.
Jack's hand held her arms in place while the other one went to her ass and pulled her up higher as he drove into her with a frenzied pace. "I wanted to fuck you until you were begging me…" His dark eyes bore into hers as he grunted with his efforts, "You were so beautiful and it…was driving me mad…that I couldn't fuck you." His hips pumped furiously as his cock slid in and out of her drenched core, her muscles pulsating around him trying to keep him in side as he pulled out and plunged back in. "I wanted to pound you…into this glass. Holding you up…while mewed...in painful torture... as your body…screamed…for release."
Irina was panting as he drove faster and deeper inside when she arched out towards him.
"I wanted to hear…you beg me in your Russian…tongue…to push you... over the edge…something… I never heard you…do." Jack's hand crept up her body groping her breast beneath her bra, pushing it up, and running circles around her nipples with his thumb, flicking their glass peaks before his tongue assaulted her sensitive globes.
Irina couldn't catch her breath and a small trickle of blood appeared on her lower lip, arching towards him. "Fuck me…hard…" Irina gasped out in Russian between shaky breaths, "Agent Bristow…" Answering his dream's request and Jack moaned when she clenched deeply inside her.
His mouth left her breast and the cold air on her wet nipple left it painfully erect as his mouth sought hers once more and he tasted her blood and pounded into her again and again, a dull thud echoing off the glass every thrust. Moaning and groaning with pleasure into one another's mouths stifling the sounds of their pleasure
"Do you guys know where my Mom and Dad went?" Sydney scrunched her eyebrows walking up to Weiss, Sark and Vaughn having not found them anywhere she looked.
"No I haven't seen them anywhere." Vaughn shrugged his face and eyebrows making those cute wrinkles in his forehead. "But we have a meeting in few minutes, I'm sure they'll be there."
"I haven't seen them either," Weiss shrugged when she turned her gaze to him, "Hey…" He took a step towards the monitors, "I wonder why this one's turned off?"
Marshall had been a few feet away when he saw Weiss moving to turn on the monitor and his eyes flashed wide, running towards them, "Noooooooooooo!" But it was too late.
The view of Irina's back pressed into the glass of the cell in only a bra, her skirt around her waist and Jack's hand holding her arms above her head while he stood in front of her, almost out of view pounding into her. It was quite obvious what they were doing.
"Holy fuck!" Weiss's eyes went wide with amusement and shock.
"Sweet mother of God!" Sark's eyes matched Weiss's his mouth hanging open.
In slow motion, Vaughn had seen a flash of it, yelled 'Holy shit!' at the same time that Sydney was turning her head to look at what the hell was wrong,
"Sydney, no!" He launched at her, covering her eyes with his hands as Marshall stood frozen, his chin on his chest, mouth wide open, his eyes locked onto the image in the cell.
Sydney tore Vaughn's hands away and was immediately assaulted with the image of her father fucking her mother up against the glass of her former cell. Her mouth opened in a silent scream in mortification as her face paled and she couldn't blink.
"Holy fuck!" Weiss repeated breaking into a huge grin as his eyebrows hit his hairline staring at the entire length of Irina's leg, bent slightly at the knee with her black heels on as Jack pounded her again.
"OH MY GOD!" Sydney managed finally in a strangled scream unable to move as her mother arched towards her father and he slammed her back into the glass.
"Ooh!" Weiss flinched seeing what must have been an audible thud, "See, this is why they should have had a honeymoon!" Weiss snapped out of his stun and smiled widely pointing to the monitor. "Newlyweds can't keep their hands off each other."
Vaughn quickly reached up and turned off the monitor.
"You can't tell Irina!" Marshall panicked grabbing onto Vaughn and Sydney's arms. "She told me to keep the monitor off for twenty minutes…if she finds out! I'm dead!" His forehead literally drenched with sweat in a period of seconds.
"You knew about this!" Sydney wheeled to face him all color gone from her face.
"Yes! Yes I did! I mean…she didn't come out and say but," Marshall started to hyperventilate. "She's very persuasive! She's going to kill me!"
"Now I'm seriously doubting that Jack only banged her in Panama while she was in our custody."Weiss laughed out loud and stifled it, when Vaughn elbowed him as people were starting to look at them.
"Oh my God!" Sydney covered her own eyes trying to stop the thoughts and instant replay of her father pounding her mother into the glass. She tried shaking her head but that only seemed to ingrain it more and suddenly she had visions of them in that pose on their kitchen table with her Cookie Monster painting under them.
"Hot damn! Do they have a smokin' sex life! Jack's got balls of steel!" Weiss couldn't help it and his body shook with internal laughter.
"Arrgh!" She screamed into her hands and everyone around the floor stopped what they were doing.
"Ahh…ahhh…ahhh!" Irina panted, her cries getting louder at his furious pace and Jack's face lit into a contorted smiled knowing she was about to fly. She just needed a push and his head dipped to her erect nipple again, closing his mouth over it completely, his teeth closing over the ridged flesh and she began to quiver.
He held his hand in front of her mouth, offering it to her and slowly, with his teeth racking into her flesh pulled back and she bit onto his hand as she screamed when her orgasm ripped through her body. Her body arching towards his as he continued to pound into her, abandoning her nipple as he watched her tremble with sweet ecstasy, her face contorted and her eyes screwed shut, biting painfully hard onto his hand drawing blood.
The sensations of pain and pleasure coursing through him simultaneously pushed him to the max and with two last big thrusts, pounding her into the glass harder then he ever had, exploded inside her screaming, "Ahhhhhhh fuck!" Out-loud and it echoed loudly around the cell with all the glass. He kept pumping as the stars exploded in brilliant patterns behind his eyes and he felt Irina still surging with her own orgasm.
Jack finally collapsed against her, releasing her arm and Irina released his hand, he wrapped his arms around her and she him as they trembled together trying to catch their breath.
"Moya Boga, Agent Bristow!" Irina panted in his ear with heavy Russian. "You really wanted to fucking pound me!" She knew she was going to have bruises from this little adventure and it was well worth it!
Jack lifted his face to hers, pressing their foreheads together. "Only because I loved you so much it hurt…I wanted to know what 'Irina Derevko' felt like, sounded like…if you didn't have to hold back anymore…the real you…"
"And what is your assessment Agent Bristow?" Irina reached her hands up to cup his face while they remained pressed together, her chest heaving with every breath as she felt him deflating and spasm inside her.
"That you're heaven and hell all rolled into one." He answered and she laughed that deep giggle he loved. His cock twitching inside her from the vibrations. "The best of both worlds. Perfect." He lifted his eyes to hers and smiled, capturing her lips in his once more.
"Oh shit! Jack, the meeting!" She suddenly pushed him back trying to find her footing as he still held her suspended.
"Fuck!" He helped her down and pulled out, pulling his pants back on and rapidly doing his buttons and buckle.
Irina was trying to pull her skirt back down and snickered when she looked at all the wrinkles it now possessed. Jack handed her the white blouse and helped her button it as fast as they could. He waited for her patiently as she tucked her shirt in and helped her into her jacket, giving each other the once over to make sure they were put back together properly.
Irina smiled and whirled on her heel when Jack caught her hand. "Wait a second." He pulled her close to him, smiling at her flushed face as he pulled her in for a slow, sweet kiss. "I love you Irina Derevko…Bristow." He smiled against her lips when she laughed.
"I love you too, Agent Bristow." She answered in Russian, so happy and still glowing from the sedation of their lovemaking. "Make them think you're still mad at me…remember you're the one that screamed, 'Oh fuck!" She laughed when his face suddenly fell as if he'd forgotten.
The guards eyed them carefully as they walked out and Jack replied tersely, "All worked out. Thank you."
"Where the hell are they?" Kendall looked annoyed at the two empty seats, and seeing all the smirks on Vaughn, Weiss and Sark's faces, they knew something.
"Shit…we're late." Irina took a deep breath seeing everyone assembled and waiting for them in the conference room.
"Sorry we're late." Jack held the door open for Irina as they walked into the room, "We had some unfinished business to take care of."
Both Weiss and Vaughn snorted trying not to laugh, and Sark pinched his lips as he covered his mouth, trying not to laugh.
'Unfinished business! Ha!' Weiss thought and his body shook with held in laughter.
Irina and Jack scanned the faces and reactions as they took their seats.
"Did you get 'her' done, Jack?" Weiss swallowed the laughter his eyes still held it.
"Excuse me?" Jack turned to him sharply and Sark and Vaughn snorted again biting their lips.
Irina's eyebrows shot up as her dark eyes pierced Weiss, wondering if they were just being paranoid.
"The unfinished business?" Weiss asked casually, covering his tracks.
"Yes. We did." Jack answered annoyed, feeling somewhat relieved until he looked over at Sydney, who burned bright red, and was avoiding all eye contact.
Irina saw it too and her eyes immediately went to Marshall who was rapidly chewing all of his fingernails like a rabbit on crack, sweating profusely and refusing to meet her eyes as well. Vaughn snorted loudly as his body shook when he looked at Jack's hand and saw the perfect teeth impressions that were already black and some bleeding. His eyes looked away quickly to Weiss and Sark, grabbing their attention and then bringing their' eyes to Jack's hand. Weiss's hand flew over his mouth laughing at Irina's dental impressions from what must have been her 'orgasmic clench' on Jack's hand between his fingers and thumb. Sark pursed his lips together forming a tight line trying not to laugh but his body was still shaking.
"What the hell is so God damn funny you three?" Kendall leaned over the end of the table staring down Weiss, Vaughn and Sark.
"There was another Siberian tiger attack this morning in one of the holding cells." Weiss tried to answer quickly without laughing but snorted loudly and so did Sark and Vaughn.
"What?" Kendall yelled, "What the hell are you talking about? What Siberian tiger? You keep talking about a Siberian tiger attacking…What the hell are you talking about?"
Jack's face flushed bright red with embarrassment seeing his hand.
"Nothing to worry about Kendall. Jack looked like he everything under control." Weiss added and the three of them lost it.
"Who?" Kendall and Dixon were both very confused.
"Just some wild animal wrangler called 'Panama Jack' that we all saw on live-television this morning." Weiss kept going digging his own grave as Jack's already flushed face burned bright red.
"Oh my God…" Sydney moaned and covered her face with her hands as she rested her elbows on the table and Marshall sank into his chair, turning away from Irina whom he could feel burning holes in the back of his head.
"Yes…and today he was conquering some famous Russian tiger in her former cage... and got bit." Weiss burned bright red from trying to hold back his laughter but lost it when Sark did followed by Vaughn.
Irina had to admit, that was funny…and she started to chuckle with them, though she tried not to.
"Oh just kill me now…" Sydney shook her head in her hands, totally horrified and yet somewhat amused.
Kendall and Dixon both realized this was some 'code' that everyone else was in on, and were both rapidly putting together the pieces of the puzzle, Kendall talking it out…
"Famous Russian tiger attacks, Panama Jack…in 'her' former cage…on live-television…she bit him…" His eyes went wide when he looked to Jack and Irina; Jack's hand had glaring teeth imprints. "The Siberian Russian tiger," He looked at Irina who chewed her lip bemused looking up at him with her enchanting dark eyes, "And Panama Jack," His eyes flew to Jack…his mind screaming, 'Panama! Panama! Panama Jack!' "In the cell…" Kendall shook his head and Dixon started cracking up with the other guys, "Unfinished business…huh 'Panama Jack?" Kendall tried to glare at him but was too highly amused himself to pull it off and the corners of his mouth twitched into a smile. "You two are absolutely certifiable!" He shook his head and took his seat, trying not to laugh.
"Oh come on Kendall…they are newlyweds." Weiss smiled innocently at the end of the table, hoping Jack wouldn't kill him and let wild boars feast on his flesh.
"Please don't kill me..." Marshall finally turned and begged Irina his fingernails bleeding from his nervous chewing. "I did what you asked, Irina, I shut the monitor off! 'He' turned it on for everyone to see!" Marshall quickly deflected the blame onto Weiss as he pointed his short arm down the table.
Jack's eyes went wide thinking the entire Ops. Floor had seen it.
"No nononono! Not everyone! Just Sark and Marshall, and Mike, myself and Sydney." Weiss's voice raised an octave feeling that he backed himself into a corner when Jack's horrified gaze went to Sydney. "And don't worry Jack…from the angle of the camera the way Irina was pressed against the glass she blocked most of your action." He was trying to make it better and was making it terribly worse instead, as everyone's eyes bulged out and their eyebrows skyrocketed. "Oh my God! I'm sorry…I meant no offense, more like 'Hell yeah! That was frickin' hot! More power to you guys…" He lifted his arm and clenched his hand into the 'power fist, "I'll just shut up now…" He cleared his throat and turned his eyes away from Jack and Irina.
"Can we please stop talking about this? Let's not make it a big deal, alright?" Sydney sighed rubbing her temples and finally met Irina's sympathetic gaze.
"Moving on!" Irina commanded, steering this ship away from the iceberg with a smile and a wink to Marshall who looked as though he were about to have a nervous breakdown.
'Oh Thank God she's not going to kill me…' Marshall sighed, relieved returning a nervous smile to Irina, falling in love with her all over again.
Sydney's thoughts short -circuiting to, 'Apparently I get the biting thing from Mom too.' And the corners of her frown began to turn up, trying not to laugh thinking about she and Vaughn.
'So Sydney has inherited her clawing and biting habits from Irina.' Vaughn smiled amused, knowing his sex life was going to be great for a long, long time if Sydney was so like 'her mother,' very active!
Once the embarrassment and anger passed, Jack actually found himself amused by being 'caught.' Something about showing those 'young punks how it's done' felt good and his smile returned and gradually grew wider the more he thought about. His hand found Irina's under the table and squeezed lightly, thumb running over her wedding rings and remembering that 'he was the luckiest man on Earth,' to have Irina as his wife…'she was just…everything.'
Irina smiled warmly feeling Jack's hand seek hers out under the table as Kendall talked about leads that had proved false. She felt so lucky to have Jack as her husband…'he was everything she wanted… and more.' Irina bit her lip as her breathing increased when he lightly traced the outline of her hands and fingers with one of his own, the softest of touches sending shivers up her arm with their electricity.
Kendall could tell by looking at Jack and Irina and the looks on their faces they hadn't heard a thing he said. Their electricity was pulsating around the room and his own thoughts drifted to Jack's comment on 'unfinished business,' which turned out to be mad sex with Irina in her former cell. He couldn't help but wonder if that had something to do with the day they spent almost 24 hours in their together going over the Ariana Kane files. He'd seen them on the monitors and could see the electrical current blazing through them on screen even. The way she would look at him when he wasn't looking, the way Jack would look at her when she wasn't looking…The way their eyes finally met and the searing gazes they shared.
The Unresolved Sexual Tension was obvious to everyone at the CIA from the moment of their' first encounter, something he also witnessed on the monitor. And apparently, in Panama…could no longer be denied, fear was pushed aside and they just let go. He had to chuckle to himself about that now. Jack was playing with fire…He knew, that UST had a great part in why Jack Bristow couldn't think clearly when it came to Irina Derevko. To know they took care of that 'unfinished business' amused him now that they were remarried. Leave it to Jack and Irina to 'tie-up-loose-ends' and take care of their' unfinished business.'
Weiss was thinking that if Jack and Irina were so active and happy in their sex life and Vaughn and Sydney were in theirs,' it had something to do with the women and he needed a Romanov/Derevko woman and he knew of just the one…His heart did a little happy dance thinking about Sophia and their 'Goodbye' kiss. He was going to call her in Milan tonight. He would be a fool to let a woman with obvious good genes get away. Their smiles, their laughs, their beauty and personalities, their incredible intelligence and caring, their passion and desire…He knew now, why Jack couldn't give up Irina after he learned what they 'thought' was the truth about her, and why Vaughn couldn't give up on Sydney even before they were dating when they had to deal with her status as a double-agent.
These women were intoxicating…addictive like a drug you never want to get off of. Now that he had a taste with Sophia, he was hooked.
Sark sat quietly looking around the table at all the various people and thinking about the fact that these people, minus Irina, all used to be his enemies and now here he was, sitting with them and enjoying their presence, sharing a new 'inside' joke with them.
For whatever embarrassment it might have caused the Bristow trio, the laughter and amusement over the situation had actually broken the ice for him. Apparently, it wasn't only life at home with Jack and Irina that was highly interesting and entertaining, but working with them both as well.
A soft rapt against the glass door stopped Kendall in his long-winded speech.
*Love Theme of The Godfather*
"Sorry to interrupt but…you told me to if your phone ever rang." Agent Crane came charging into the room carrying Irina's cell phone and a magazine. The phone was ringing and playing a beautiful yet powerful song as its ring. "I thought it might be important...Isn't that the Love Theme from The Godfather?" The Agent's eyes looked amused as she listened more closely.
Everyone who was present at Christmas died with laughter remembering Weiss's reference of Irina to The Godfather.
Irina rolled her eyes laughing, "Agent Weiss!" She stood reaching for the phone as everyone began humming along really loudly.
Kendall, Sark, Dixon and Agent Crane didn't get it.
"Irina, I saw your phone in the baby bag this morning and I just 'had' to download it as your ring!" Weiss smiled laughing before going back to humming as everyone kept laughing and humming, getting louder.
"This just came in the Intel mail too…" Crane set the Russian magazine in front of Irina.
The young woman's eyes lit up staring at its cover with Irina and Sydney, having been fascinated by the enigma that was Irina from the moment she met with her at the debriefing. Now she was the Russian Tsar…
Irina smiled happily at the cover and shook her head laughing that they were all still humming and smiled as she answered the phone speaking in Russian when she exited the room.
"Would someone care to explain to me what is the reference between Irina and the Love Theme to The Godfather?" Kendall looked around at all the laughing faces even Jack's was smiling.
"Sophia had no idea who 'the Man' was, she didn't know that side of Mom's life… Eric tried explaining it to her Christmas." Sydney was smiling and giggling with her cute dimples firmly in place. "He basically told Sophia that Mom was the equivalent of The Godfather and scared the be-jeezus out of her!" Everyone started laughing. "I told Mom when we got there what Eric had said, so she knew what to expect from Sophia, but no one else knew that. Mom got her payback by telling Eric, he had to kiss her hand when he greeted her if she was The Godfather and we all died of laughter seeing Eric's face turn red!"
"You always seem to put your foot in your mouth Agent Weiss." Kendall's eyes danced with laughter.
"Only around Irina apparently." He blushed smiling.
"What's on this cover Jack?" He nodded his head at the magazine.
Jack sighed, picking up the magazine and smiled at the faces that greeted him.
"It's about the 'Legacy of the Romanov Women." He paused smiling at different photos, including one of his old favorites. "Anastasia and Irina as a baby, and Irina with Sydney as a baby and then last weekend."
"Oh I've got to see that! Can I please see that?" Weiss asked him excitedly.
Jack slid the magazine across the table.
"Aww Syd as baby, you're so cute!" He laughed as Vaughn and Sark leaned in to look as well. "Your hair went blonde?"
"Only for about six months." Jack smiled thinking about those days, "My hair did the same when I was a baby."
Sydney smiled brightly at her father, never knowing that detail.
"Wow! That's 'Anastasia' and Irina?!" Weiss narrowed his eyebrows looking at the photo and then to Jack who was nodding. "Holy cow! I thought it was another picture of Syd and Irina…Anastasia looks 'exactly' like Irina there!"
"That's really kind of freaky just how much…and Irina as a baby, looks like exactly like Sydney as a baby. Both pretty cute…" Vaughn looked at the photo and then to his fiancé with a big smile.
Weiss slid the magazine down for Sydney, Marshall and Kendall to see, smiles coming to all their faces.
"How'd they get that photo?" Sydney's eyebrows shot up seeing she and her mother when she was a baby, "I burned it." Her tone was sad as she furrowed her eyebrows, tears started forming in her eyes, "After, when I found out she was KGB, I burned everything."
"Your mother must have had a copy." Jack added softly, giving her a small smile remembering how painful it had been to tell Sydney about her mother then.
Irina came bounding through the door the moment after, eyes wide.
"That was Dubey." Her smile started to widen, "He's found Zamir."