AN: Music for this chapter (on repeat): Bambaleo and Baila Me by the Gypsy Kings, Have You Ever Really Loved a Woman by Brian Adams
FORTY-FOUR
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"I just need to shower and change quick, then I'll be ready." Irina smiled warmly at Jack, kissing his lips quickly as she stood next to where he sat on the large bed in their suite, watching a sleeping Lena in the basket on the bed.
Irina had come home and nursed the baby as Jack had sewn up her arm and now was sound asleep for at least the next four hours. They'd let the agents go for a half hour to get something for dinner before they left and Jack had just finished stitching up her arm carefully.
Jack caught her hand and pulled her to him, "No…don't shower, don't change."
Irina furrowed her brow in confusion. "Jack…I jumped off a balcony and rolled onto the grass…I have grass in my hair." She laughed, pulling a single green blade. "Not to mention Zamir slobbered on my chest…I need to shower and change."
"No…please." His eyes begged her and then roamed over her body as his face came with in inches of the exposed skin of her chest and torso through the slit in the front of her dress. His fingers moving up to lightly trace her soft skin between the pieces of red fabric. He looked up into her face with her wild eyes and hair. She looked absolutely beautiful and incredibly sexy. "This is my new favorite dress." He waggled his eyebrows as his hand moved to her thigh exposed through the leg slit. "You look…amazing. Incredible. Gorgeous. Fantastic. Brilliant. Wild and crazy sexy!" His hand snaked around the back of her thigh and went under the dress to cup her ass. "Just like in Bangkok… seeing you in action…I can't help it…You're so crazy beautiful! I want you…now, in this dress…"
Irina was smiling madly at her husband as she looked down into his eyes, taking a step closer so she was standing between his legs. Jack's fingers began curling around the back of her thigh creeping between her legs.
"Thank you…Jack as much as I would love to make love with you right now on my adrenaline rush…because I can only imagine how explosive that would be," She smiled with her eyes and licked her lips feeling his hand creeping closer and making her breathing pick up, "But we don't time…the kids are going to be back here in a few minutes to meet us."
"Irina…" Jack shifted uncomfortable with his growing erection at just the mere sight of her and remembering her earlier in the day. "We have time…we'll make it real quick…it might be that way anyway since I am so excited to get inside you…" He said seriously, brushing his other hand over her flat abdomen. "Please!" He begged dramatically and she laughed hysterically.
"Ok…" She bent over, capturing his lips with a hot kiss. "But I am washing his slobber off my chest before I let you touch me." She kissed him again quick, feeling her own passion building and headed straight for the bathroom.
Jack sat for about 30 seconds on the bed and couldn't wait anymore, with great effort with his painfully hard cock pressed against his pants he went into the bathroom with her. His breath caught when he stood in the doorway looking at her reflection in the mirror.
Irina was standing in front of the mirror with a washcloth wiping down the center of her chest, washing away Zamir's germs but the motion suddenly seemed very erotic to Jack.
"You couldn't wait for me out there?" Irina smiled in the mirror back at his reflection, watching as Jack closed the door.
"No. I've got to have you now." His eyes glazed over with passion walking up behind her and encircling her with his arms from behind, holding her against him as they looked at one another in the mirror. "God, I love you…" He nuzzled his face into her hair, taking in the smell of the wind, his body absorbing her curves.
"Mom…Dad?" Sydney called from the living room of the suite and they both sighed, Irina smiling and laughing softly as Jack groaned into her hair. "Hello…where are you guys? You're not doing anything I wouldn't do now are you?" She asked in sing-song voice and they heard Vaughn and the others laughing softly behind her.
Irina laughed harder in Jack's arms at her daughter's humor and Jack felt himself deflating hearing Sydney's voice. "Later." Irina turned her face back to meet his, reaching up with one hand to bring his mouth down to hers, kissing him with a smile.
"I'm holding you to that!" Jack sighed, "I'll be out in a minute…I have to wait for 'Panama Jack' to settle down." He said seriously and Irina laughed out loud.
"Mom!" Sydney called louder having heard Irina's laughter.
Irina grabbed her hairbrush and exited the bathroom with a smile, brushing the grass and tangles out of her long wild mane.
"Hello." She greeted them all with a big smile and they were all looking at her like she did something naughty.
"Where's Dad?" Sydney cocked her eyebrow at her mother and Irina laughed.
"He's in the bathroom. He'll be out in a minute." She smiled stroking her long hair over one shoulder and then the other while they watched her every move.
"He sewed up your arm?" Sydney walked over to peek at her sister sleeping and smiled, turning to Irina seeing the white gauze around Irina's upper arm.
"Yes. He did. Perfect little stitches." Irina continued to smile as she pricked her finger and tested her blood sugar. "I'm hungry, how about you guys?" She smiled as they all watched with a sudden flash of sadness remembering her Execution vividly and the reason she now had to go through this ordeal.
"Starved." Vaughn smiled, warmly as they all stood around with hands in their pockets, watching her.
Irina bent her knee slightly, pushing her leg through the Spanish ruffle slit in her dress and exposing quite a bit of thigh to inject herself and Weiss gulped remembering seeing that leg just yesterday on the Ops monitor while she and Jack took care of their 'unfinished business.' Dixon had to look away, the woman was making him dizzy. He tried to tell himself it was because he didn't like needles but he knew that was a lie.
"I know a great restaurant not far from here if that's ok with everyone? They have some of the best authentic Spanish food I've encountered while in Spain. It's fantastic." She smiled brightly, putting her supplies back in the little black bag.
"I would have to agree, its one of my favorites as well. Definitely the best in Spain and we've tried many." Sark returned the brilliant smile and Sydney's eyes furrowed for a moment in jealousy.
She took a deep breath trying to calm herself down, but she just hated the fact that Sark had gotten to spend so many years with her mother that she hadn't. That they shared 'fun' restaurants around the world together and secret memories she didn't. She hated that she was so jealous and wondered for the first time…if this is what it felt like to have 'sibling' rivalry…having never had to really share her parents before. Lena was different, she was a little baby that Sydney adored…completely different than Sark.
"Sounds great." Dixon smiled softly, taking a seat on the couch while they waited.
"I agree." Weiss nodded happily, his stomach growling and making everyone laugh. "Hey, its hard work beating up and chasing down the bad guys. Expend a lot of energy. And I bruised my hip jumping into the back of that damn car!"
"Mom went flying out off a balcony, dropping two stories and jumped two cars 20 feet in the air on a motorcycle after getting shot…and you're the one talking about expending energy and bruising your hip?" Sydney looked at him with an accusatory smile and everyone laughed again, even Weiss. "She hasn't complained at all."
"Yeah but she's She-Ra: Princess of Power and I'm no He-Man!" Weiss gave her a pointed look and everyone burst into laughter again.
"I used to love that cartoon when I was younger…I think. Did I?" Sark looked happy for a moment seeing a flash of his childhood and then it was gone he looked to Irina.
"Yes." She smiled brightly, remembering the blonde little boy begging her to watch it on Saturday mornings. Probably the only 'normal' child thing that he did, everything else was as if he were a small adult. "You would beg me every Saturday morning to watch it. You named that stray dog Orko after the red ghost character, remember?"
Irina was excited to see him remembering something from around his Project Christmas training. Everyone in the room was watching this unexpected reveal from Sark and Irina with intrigue.
Jack walked out of the bathroom and realized how quiet the room had gotten.
"Yes…I do." Sark furrowed his brow in thought, remembering the flashes of the little dog in the alley by the apartment building they occupied in Moscow. "Cuvee said he was a straggler not worth carrying for…and shot him in front of me." He looked up suddenly finding Irina's eyes and everyone else felt a wave of sadness, not only for Sark at realizing yet another reason he was so emotionally detached, but for the flash of pain that name had caused Irina.
The most trained eye would not have noticed it if they had not known to look for it.
"Yes." She spoke softly, inhaling deeply, turning and walking toward the baby. She had come back to the apartment that afternoon to see Julian sitting on the cement step, face completely blank as he stared at the dead dog at his feet. She simply patted his head and walked into the building, wanting to hug him but unable to. He was only seven.
The 'protective agents' and Carrie had returned moments later and the room filled with smiles and laughter as they recanted the day's heroics to Carrie and the agents. She said she had just spoken on the phone to Marshall who was talking a hundred miles an hour about it.
*Bamboleo*
"Ok, I'm buying the drinks tonight!" Weiss smiled broadly as they ordered their third round, eating at the exquisite restaurant as the liquor started setting in. "I think we should all have a shot of vodka in salute to our Siberian Tiger and her mighty pursuit of the prey!"
Everyone burst out laughing and the Bristow trio blushed again, but smiled. Alcohol had a way of easing tension and bringing out laughter. They were all excited after today's events.
"Drinks on you?" Vaughn looked at him with a funny grin and surprise in his voice, "You never buy drinks…you never even offer to buy drinks…"
"I do too!" Weiss said defensively as everyone laughed. "I offered the last time we were all going to go out when we were in Spain, remember? In Barcelona?"
"But you didn't." Vaughn teased him, knowing he shouldn't.
"I was shot in the neck for Christ-sake!" Weiss's eyebrows shot up with a smile, turning to point at Irina, "By her screwdriver!"
And everyone laughed except Irina who only smiled and shook her head, feeling terrible about that now.
"Well it seems that, since it was my fault he couldn't buy everyone drinks, I will buy us all dinner and drinks tonight." She smiled, leaning over to kiss Weiss's cheek. "I am sorry about that." She looked at him apologetically.
"No, it's fine now." He smiled, blushing after she had kissed him, "In fact we were just talking about how, now, its sort of a badge of honor to be shot by Irina Derevko and live through it. We're thinking about starting a fan club, aren't we Syd," He looked at her and winked, "Get t-shirts printed up and everything that say, 'I've been shot by Irina Derevko and lived to tell my tale!"
Everyone burst into laughter again, except for Irina.
"I'm glad you can all find humor in that." Irina scrunched her eyebrow, not exactly sure how she felt about that; but smiled joining in on the laugh.
"I think we should start a whole 'Irina Derevko' line." Vaughn finally cracked a smile joining in on the fun of teasing Irina, "We could sell lunch boxes, our personalized screwdrivers, Morris Code earrings and gift tags that say, 'I've given you a gift…and all you get from me is one!"
Everyone was in hysterics except for Jack, Sydney, Sark, and Dixon who had no idea why that last part was funny. Everyone else had seen the interaction and heard it on the monitor that day Vaughn went to Irina's cell for help.
"Wait, wait, wait! I don't get it?" Sydney scrunched her eyebrows and wondered if her slowed thought process was because of the alcohol or if she really didn't remember.
"When you went to Rabat…I went to Irina to ask her if there was anything you should know before opening the safe." Vaughn took Sydney's hand in his with a big smile, seeing her funny 'slightly' drunk look. Dixon's interest was suddenly peaked, remembering this trip to Rabat though he was working on the SD-6 side at the time.
"I told him to tell you to pull the fire alarm, remember?" Irina asked softly with a smile before taking another sip of her wine, enjoying it after so many months without it.
"Yeah?" Sydney nodded, "I remember, I didn't do it and the alarm went off but what does that have to do with 'gifts?"
Everyone laughed again and Sydney's eyebrows shot up with a bewildered smile.
"I asked Irina if there was anything else and she said in that scary voice," He smiled at her and everyone went into another fit of laughter knowing exactly what he was talking about, "I've given you a gift, and all you get from me…is one."
Everyone's laughter rang louder including Sydney who looked at Irina smiling and shaking her head.
"Mom, you are funny!" Sydney threw her head back laughing, just picturing it.
"Funny now! But at the time she creeped the shit out of me!" Vaughn exaggerated his words with his alcohol intake and everyone's laughter rang out again.
"That was in the intent, Agent Vaughn." Irina smiled madly, swirling her wine and taking another sip winking at him and another peel of laughter rolled off.
Their shots arrived and everyone raised them in a toast, simultaneously shouting, with the exception of Irina who wasn't in on their 'toasting' plot, "To our Siberian Tiger! Rwarr!" and pawed at the air, laughing themselves into hysterics after slamming their shots and coughing as the vodka burned in their throats.
"You should have heard Jack swearing under his breath on the Coms, Irina, when Zamir grabbed your behind and then assaulted your chest with his tongue." Weiss thought he'd share that with her. "He kept saying he was going to kill him!"
Everyone kept laughing, not sure when was the last time they ever remembered laughing this hard…all of them.
"Who says I won't when I see that smarmy bastard tomorrow?" Jack replied in his Jack Bristow tone before cracking a smile as everyone kept laughing, tears in their' eyes.
"I kept waiting for her to knee him in the groin." Sydney smiled and shrugged, taking a drink of her own wine and raising another round of laughter at not only her words but the look on her face.
"I almost did…" Irina's eyes danced dangerously in the low light of the atmosphere, "But I didn't want to make a scene."
"No, instead you jumped off the balcony after him, bounced off the tent, and rolled to the ground, stole a motorcycle and proceeded to chase him through Seville, crashing one hundred and three cars in the process." Jack smirked at her, enjoying her feisty eyes when he teased her.
"James Bond, eat your heart out!" Sark added in his British accent and everyone died with laughter once more.
"Excuse me." Irina smiled and stood a moment later, heading for the rest room while everyone continued sharing their parts of the story and thoughts from today.
Vaughn stood a few moments later and excused himself, the copious amounts of alcohol forcing a bathroom break on just about everyone. Jack followed a few minutes later but with different intentions. He looked around cautiously for a moment and slipped inside the restroom with a wooden plaque stating "Senorita" on the door. The room was elegantly decorated with the theme of the restaurant with a little red couch and two stalls opposite a large counter with two sinks and a mirror.
*Baila Me*
Irina was standing in front of the mirror, reapply her lipstick when she spotted her husband and giggled against the vibrated shade of smooth red.
"Jack, what are you doing?" She laughed putting her lipstick back in her purse as he clicked the lock on the door, realizing they were alone.
"I can't wait any more. I have to have you now. I'm going crazy sitting in there so close and not being able to touch you." Jack smiled with rosy cheeks as both their faces flushed from the alcohol. He walked up beside her and pressed his hands on the counter, testing its strength with a dangerous gleam in his eye.
Sydney stumbled slightly, a little dizzy and smiled when the guys laughed. "I must excuse myself for a moment." She laughed softly in search of the restroom leaving Weiss, Sark and Dixon alone at the table.
"We better make this quick, Agent Bristow." Irina turned with a dangerous gleam in her eye, and pressed herself against Jack. His lips came thundering down on hers in a fast frenzy, his hands tangling in her hair as Irina worked quickly to undo his belt and pants button.
"Sydney! What are you doing in here?" Vaughn finished washing his hands and smiled in the bathroom mirror startled by her presence. With a naughty gleam in her eye, she clicked the door locked and sauntered towards him with purpose.
Irina's fingers pushed down his pants and the boxers followed quickly after. His cock growing harder under her finger pressure and Jack jerked into her hand slightly.
"Now! I have to be buried in you now." He panted against her mouth.
"Mmmm," Irina moaned against his mouth when his hands moved down her body and into the slit on her leg, grasping her thigh and pulling it up, over his hip so his bare cock pressed into her groin. He backed them up against the wall and grabbed the smooth fabric of her dress, pushing it up her hips just enough to get access to what he wanted. His finger's caressing her delicate skin on her inner thighs and Irina's mind began swimming feeling the passion building inside of her with just his touch.
Opposite side, Vaughn had Sydney pinned against the same wall.
"We have to make this quick, Agent Vaughn." Her hazy eyes smiled into his as his lips descended onto her mouth.
Irina wrapped one arm around his neck to keep him close as their mouths dueled into each others sweet depths, the other hand snaked down his chest to his shaft and ran her thumb over his tip making him moan. His hand moved up and pushed the smooth band of her red thong to the side, sliding his fingers between her folds and finding her already slick with desire. His fingers pinched and twist her swollen nub between his fingers making Irina pant before plunging two fingers into her hot core making her gasp loudly and Jack shook with desire feeling her muscles contracting around his fingers while he teased her g-spot. Her hand gripped his cock and massaged it in time with Jack's thrusts into her with his fingers until they were both panting. He dropped his mouth to her neck and laved at her pulse point making Irina hiss as her skin felt on fire.
"You're so beautiful." His hand tangled in her hair again, whispering against her neck as his scorching tongue assaulted her skin.
"Ahhhh…" Irina inhaled sharply feeling herself about to explode with his measured internal caressing.
Jack's hand disentangled from her wild mane and moved down the front of her body, pinching her erect nipples protruding through the fabric of her dress having not worn a bra. He paused on her pleasure peaks for just a moment before his hand continued south and he placed his palm on her abdomen just above her crux and pressed in the same time his fingers pressed out inside her.
The contact and pressure making Irina tremble as he kneaded her inside and out and she exploded with a strangled scream of his name around his hand.
Jack felt her convulsing his against his fingers and palm, her whole body trembling and he had to help support her as her legs shook.
Irina squeezed his cock hard as she fell over the edge and Jack couldn't wait any longer, he withdrew his fingers from her trembling box, grabbed his swollen shaft and thrust up into her making Irina scream all over again as he brought her back to the height of her orgasm filling her up.
"Jack!" She panted with eyes shut and head thrown back against the wall as his long shaft slid out and pounded back into her.
"My God, do you feel amazing." Jack gasped, the sensation of Irina's quivering interior rocked by her explosion rapidly bringing Jack to his own climax and he increased the speed of his thrust, groaning into her neck as his abs and ass worked in tandem to keep her on a high until he reached ecstasy himself. "Ahhh, Irina!" He drove into her supremely tight vagina and her muscles worked him overtime. He felt the spark igniting his explosion and thrust hard up into her making them both pant and gasp for air, and with another powerful drive went flying over the cliff after her, screaming her name into her hair and neck as his member pulsed inside her confines. Pumping and thrusting until they had both expended themselves fully.
Irina tilted his face to meet hers while her breathing was still rapid and uneven, her leg still hung over his hip and his deflating member still being milked inside her. "I love you." She smiled into his black sated eyes with her own bringing her lips to his and sliding her determined tongue inside to caress him.
"Ok…they've been gone fifteen minutes." Weiss smiled and filled his glass of wine, and that of his two comrades at the table, "Who here wants to bet that 'Panama Jack' went to take on his Siberian Tiger?" He laughed a deep giggle as Sark smiled and his body shook with held in laughs, rolling his eyes.
"Newlyweds." Dixon joined them in laughter, sitting back against his chair.
"Well hell! You saw that dress! I'm surprised he made it this long!" Weiss's eyes lit up and they all nodded dying in laughter, burning red from all the wine they drank.
"If I hadn't heard about the 'unfinished business' in the cell, I would have never believed Jack Bristow capable of doing anything like that in a restaurant bathroom!" Dixon smirked.
"And Sydney and Agent Vaughn." Sark added and brought on another hysterical round of laughter. "I wonder if each of them has any idea of what is going on in the opposite bathroom." He added smoothly and Weiss snorted laughing so hard he was banging the table with his hand just thinking about it.
Jack and Irina chose that moment to walk back to the table and saw the desperate attempts from trio to try and reign in their laughter, failing miserably.
"Where's Sydney and Michael?" Irina asked with her beautiful smile, wondering where her daughter and future son-in-law went to as Jack pulled out her chair.
"That's interesting…They both went to the bathroom about the same time you two did!" Weiss spat out in his laughter and Dixon and Sark lost it seeing Jack and Irina's eyes widening realizing what Sydney and Vaughn were apparently doing in the opposite bathroom.
Jack put his face in his hands and smoothed them over his face as it burned bright red. They'd been caught again…because their daughter and Vaughn had been doing the same thing.
"What's so funny?" Sydney asked slightly slurred coming up behind them and the trio rang out into hysterics again at the two couples staring at them.
Irina took note of her daughter's flushed face and slightly wild hair and looked down giggling, proud of her daughter.
"So Syd, what were you and your Mom talking about in the bathroom for the last twenty minutes?" Weiss turned to her as she sat down with a curious smile.
"And you and Jack, Vaughn? What were you talking about that long?" He snorted as Vaughn looked perplexed.
"What are you talking about?" Sydney slurred and looked to her mother who was chewing on her lip, trying not to laugh, though her eyes betrayed her.
"Well all four of you left for the bathroom twenty minutes ago and just now returned." Weiss prodded and swigged his wine, trying not to spit it out when he saw Syd and Vaughns' eyes flash to Irina and Jack, realization setting in. "There must have been more 'unfinished business' to take care of in the restrooms, I guess." He burst out laughing when Sydney covered her eyes with her hand, resting her arm on the table with her deep giggle escaping.
"Hello!" Irina 'loudly' whispered when they found their way back to the suite and greeted the agents hours later.
Jack was holding her up to keep her from falling, her red high heels in his hand, as she was their wide eyes of astonishment he guided her into the room smiling, "She's a little tipsy."
Carrie and the agents snorted with held in laughter, as Irina flashed them all brilliant smiles while Jack guided her across the room to a chair to sit down.
"It's not my fault that my toler-ance has dropped in the las-t year." She slurred in her heavy accent with a big smile as Jack plopped her onto the chair in the living room. She hadn't drunk any alcohol in over a year because of the baby with the exception of a few glasses of champagne at their wedding...and the diabetes wasn't helping.
"How was our angel?" Jack smiled, feeling 'high' himself and amused by Irina's drunken state.
"She was perfect." Carrie smiled and then bit her lip to keep from laughing out loud having never witnessed either Jack or Irina intoxicated. They were quite funny.
"Tank you." Jack slurred out as he waved and smiled when they exited the room.
"Tank you!" The agents chorused together once outside the room, busting a gut with laughter after Jack shut the door.
*Have You Ever Really Loved A Woman*
"So Mr. Bris-tow." Irina slurred with a her deviant eyes and seductive smile… Jack was looking mighty tempting as he walked towards her and she moved to stand on wobbly legs. "Whoa!" She laughed as she almost fell over and Jack caught her.
"Whoa there, tiger." Jack laughed bringing her to his chest as they swayed together. "Did I tell yooou…how bea-uuutifuuuuul you are todaaaaay?" His hand came up to her face and brushed her hair back over her head, smoothing it against his palm with a smile.
"Yes. We are so smashed." She burst into giggles as her mind floated around, her body tingling.
"Not so smashed that I don't seee how beautiful you are." His lips descended onto hers, tasting the sweet wine lingering in her mouth. His own blood pounding in his ears as his hands roamed her body, taking in her curves. "I want you." He whispered, pawing clumsily at his own shirt as Irina threaded her fingers into his soft hair. He was definitely more alert then Irina whom he kept laughing at against his mouth with her constant giggles. He would never tire of that sound. His hands finally tore away his shirt and pulled it violently off, pressing his bare chest against her. "I love you Irina…you scared me today." His hands softly cupping her face looking into her hazy eyes as she rested her heated palms against his hard pecks. He had been terrified and thrilled all at once watching her in action.
"I'm sorry, Jack." She whispered 'loudly' again, having no volume control and she giggled again nuzzling her face into his and inhaling his scent.
"You don't have to be sorry." His lips kissed lightly over her lips, and cheek, the soft skin by her eye. "You didn't do anything wrong. I just want you to know…how much I love you."
Irina's hands racked down his chest and around his sides, gripping his back and capturing his mouth with hers in wet and wild kiss, plunging her tongue into his warm cavern.
"I love you too…so much." She nipped at his bottom lip, teasing until he tangled his hands into her hair and crashed their mouths together, searching her mouth with his tongue, invading her luscious space, wanting to consume everything about her.
Irina suddenly pulled her leg from his shoulder and let his drop to his side, pulling off him completely leaving his eyes wide and gasping as the cool night air attacked his wet cock when it let the scorching confines of her body.
She swayed slightly reaching her hand out to him. "On the bed Jack." She begged him with her eyes, wanting to do something else she was yearning for.
He gasped loudly when he stood with much effort, his erect dick swaying with the movements searching for the heat it had just lost.
"On your knees." Irina commanded through heavy lids, pointing him to the center of the enormous bed.
Jack crawled to the center and pulled Irina with him, he knew what she wanted and the thought excited him to no end, he grabbed himself jerking his shaft a few times and groaning as he watched her climb over him and hold herself up in front of him on all fours.
Without waiting to be asked, he sat up and slid his fingers into her slick fold from behind, his other hand on the curve of her hip. He forced his cock down and into her enveloping heat. With a grunt and forceful thrust that left Irina breathless, he entered her tight vagina again pulling out and thrusting in again, pulling her back onto him listening to her gasps and moans of pleasure. His hand reached under her and pulled her back to him as she sat straddling his knees, his chest to her back.
With synchronized movements, their bodies' thrust together using their thighs rising off their heels and dropping back onto one another again and again as Jack encircled her with his arms. One arm below her breasts, feeling their soft weight on his skin with ever drive, the other hand stroking her swollen clit and making her moan loudly as his hot mouth placed languid kisses against the soft flesh of her neck, her head lying back against his shoulder tilted and giving him access.
Irina's hand threaded into his hair, holding his head to her as her arm wrapped behind his head, the other hand pressing against her lower abdomen, feeling the head of his cock pummeling into her from the outside and meeting its trusts with her hand making both she and Jack groan from the contact.
Their speed increased with their need for release and Irina knew Jack was getting close with his quicker pants for breath, feeling him begin to tremble beneath her.
"Come for me, Jack…Come on baby." She coaxed him with her words.
"Ahh!" Jack panted as his hips, thighs and ass worked in tandem with Irina's racing toward the edge of ecstasy. "Oh God…" He chanted, it felt so good to be inside her.
Irina knew how to push him violently over the edge and dropped the hand pressing on her belly between their legs, spreading her thighs out further and Jack did the same unconsciously knowing what she was going to do as his eyes screwed shut on the crux of his explosion.
She leaned forward slightly reaching her hand back further and with her strong fingers found the smooth skin behind his sack. She pressed up hard in time with his thrusts and Jack immediately started jerking into her with a frenzied pace.
"God Irina!" He chanted as her fingers stroked his prostrate from the outside and he thrust into her with everything he had exploding from the inside out.
Irina felt the explosion first against her fingers and then into her own body making her moan loudly as he continued chanting her name riding the waves of ecstasy she had given to him and wanting to reward her by bringing her with him. He shifted slightly as his waves blinded him and pressed his palm into her lower abdomen feeling the tip of his hard cock ramming into his hand from inside her and Irina mewed loudly setting off a series of explosions with in as he rocked against her internal source of pleasure, throwing her head back against him, her body racked with violent turbulent spasms and screaming out his name.
When he was spent and could no longer hold the both of them up, he collapsed backwards over his heels and brought her with him, his arm still securely around her dainty rib cage.
Their sweat slicked bodies quivering and trembling together for a few moments before Irina rolled off of him and curled into his side, with her arm draped over his chest and her leg entangling with his own.
"I think you fucked me…sober, Agent Bris-tow." She kissed his chest and laughed when he did, her voice heavy with passion and slurred.
"Come here." Jack smiled and pulled on her arm, rolling her up onto his chest so that she was covering him like a blanket. His hands cupped her face as her dark mane framed it beautifully and his heart continued to thump loudly beneath her staring into her beautiful dark orbs. He pulled her towards him, bringing her sensual lips to his own and kissed her deeply. He pulled the blanket and sheets up and over them as Irina scooted down some and nestled her head on his chest, ear pressed to his heart and arms encircling him as his encircled her. He dropped a kiss to the top of her head.
"I love you…My Love."
"I love you, too." She smiled with her eyes closed, drifting off to sleep with extreme exhaustion after the day she had, feeling safe and loved in the arms of her man.
"Jack…" A sweet voice broke into his dreams, calling to him and he felt a gentle kiss upon his lips bringing his eyes fluttering open. Irina was hovering over him, her hair up in a loose French twist, looking like perfection and smiling madly as she dropped another kiss to his beautiful lips. "Wake up Sweetheart…time to go." She nuzzled him softly, before extracting herself off the bed and Jack sat up rubbing his eyes to get the sleep out, a dull ache pounding in his head.
He squeezed his eyes shut and clasped his head in his hands, moaning against the pressure.
Irina turned around and laughed softly, grabbing a glass and filling it with water, taking two Advil from her purse she walked over and handed them to him. "This will help you feel better." She handed them to him with a soft smile, running her hand over his hair before turning to scoop up Lena who was kicking wide-awake in her basket. "Hello beautiful baby of mine." She cooed softly in Russian and Lena immediately lit into a smile hearing her mothers' voice and seeing her face. She gurgled happily as Irina shifted her, holding her upright and lightly supporting her back. "Jack…look." She smiled widely seeing Lena wobbling slightly but holding her head up on her own.
Jack's heart melted and his headache temporarily disappeared seeing how rapidly his baby was changing and the smile that lit her mother's face.
"She's so strong for her age and size." Jack smiled as Irina moved to stand closer and noticed Jack's sudden reaction of stun as his eyes raked in her appearance.
She was wearing the exact same outfit, the light black sweater and the white and black skirt when she had come to him that night in LA, to tell her about being pregnant and he yelled at her…almost ruining their entire future.
The first night she felt their baby kick and now she was standing there holding 'said' baby in her arms.
"Jack, what is it?" She looked at him a little concerned, drawing her fingers over the small curve of Lena's little head and soft hair.
"You were wearing that outfit. When you came to me in LA. To tell me you were pregnant and I yelled at you." He spoke softly with a hint of sadness in his voice. "You looked so beautiful then and you do now, too."
"Ah." Irina suddenly remembered a small smile coming to her face as she sat down next to him on the bed, crossing her legs and exposing her knee through the slit. "How did you remember that and not me?"
"Because the moment I saw you I couldn't help but think about how incredibly beautiful you were," He reached up cupping her face with his hand, brushing his thumb over her cheek softly, looking into her eyes, "and how sexy your legs were." His small smile turned into a wide grin, as did Irina's. "I couldn't decide if I wanted to kiss you or strangle you in that moment."
"You did neither." Irina smiled with a small shrug of her eyebrows, pressing her lips to Lena's forehead as the baby bobbed in her arms, testing her own strength to hold herself upright.
"No, I just verbally abused you instead." Jack looked at her apologetically with his dark eyes, smoothing his hand down her neck and bringing his other hand up to Lena's little head, smoothing her hair with his palm. "And our little peanut here, made her presence known to you…" He smiled sadly, but broke into a grin when Lena smiled at Irina, raising her little fists trying to control her arms and reach for Irina's face. "I'll never forgive myself for being such an ass that night…for making her first kick a sad memory for you."
"Jack…" Irina's heart felt heavy, that was a terrible night, "It's ok now, despite the circumstance surrounding it… I still think of that first kick with a sense of joy…you didn't make it sad. I am only saddened that you couldn't share in it with me." She caught his hand over Lena's back and held it there with her own.
"I missed almost your entire pregnancy…the first seven months of her life growing inside you," Jack swallowed hard, his mind suddenly flashing to 'what might have been' if he hadn't gone after her. She wouldn't be sitting with him now, with their baby…he wouldn't even have known existed. "I hate that. I wish I could turn back time on so many things."
"But we can't…" Irina sighed, feeling the same way herself many times. "I hate that I missed out on Sydney's life for twenty-one years…and that you missed out on most of my pregnancy with Lena but Jack, the important thing is that I am here now. I have Sydney again for the rest of my life and you were there when Lena was born… and will be for the rest of your life. That's all that matters now." She smiled brightly, leaning over to capture his lips in a sweet kiss.
"Did I tell you how sexy you are today?" He smiled and laughed deeply as she ran her fingers through his bed head.
"No I don't think so, but Thank you…" She kissed him again smiling, "You look pretty sexy yourself Jack." She scooted off the bed and walked towards the baby bag, retrieving Lena's clothes for the day.
Jack studied her for a moment and realized something he'd almost forgotten from their past, "You don't have the slightest bit of a hangover do you?" He smiled perturbed by that fact as she was way, more drunk then he was.
"Nope." She laughed, laying Lena on the end of the bed and carefully ridding her of her sleeper.
"That is not fair." He sighed and pouted and Irina laughed again looking at him.
"Jack, I'm Russian. We are raised with vodka in the bottle and breast…" She laughed deeply teasing him and he furrowed his eyebrows with a naughty grin thinking about tasting that alcohol infected sweetness from her gorgeous bussom. "I know what you're thinking about." She glanced up at him and chuckled shaking her head as she snapped the buttons together on Lena's Onzie.
His naughty little mind was going back to last night and the comments that made her laugh. "I was just wondering if the sweet-bar was open again?" He waggled his eyebrows at her and she laughed deeply. Jack scooted towards the end of the bed with the sheet still covering him towards his girls.
"You're incorrigible, Jack."She shook her head as the baby kicked and gurgled, smiling up at her mother happily.
Jack laughed deeply and leaned over, kissing his daughter's forehead and smiling when he saw her eyes fix on him and give another smile, the first real smile she ever gave to him.
"Hello, my beautiful little peanut." He reached out and caught her tiny swaying fist with his fingers and she grabbed onto his pointer. He scanned her face and body that was ever changing these days, noticing her hair was getting a little longer as were her eyelashes. Her baby blue eyes were still bright as ever though the edges were hinting at the darkening color to come. "She's so beautiful." He smiled in awe as she wiggled and gurgled, trying to kick her legs out when Irina captured her little foot to put a sock on. He leaned over again and showered her head, face, arms, chest, belly, anything he could with kisses and they both heard the tiny deep giggle."Did you hear that?" Jack's eyes darted up to Irina's in surprise. "She laughed!"
"You were tickling her." Irina's enchanting smile widened witnessing three firsts for Lena with Jack in the span of 10 minutes.
Jack smiled brightly and repeated his prior kissing pattern as the baby squirmed beneath him, smiling and again they heard the tiny giggle.
"Ahh!" Jack yelped softly in glee looking down at her beautiful little face with happiness. "Daddy made you laugh!" He attacked her again with his kisses, enjoying this ever more and again, they heard the tiny laugh and both he and Irina laughed softly together.
Irina's heart was soaring as she knelt down at the end of the bed beside them. Both Jack and Lena's smiles were radiant as they played together and her eyes felt tears stinging in them remembering the same loving father he was with Sydney, she could still picture him doing this with their first child on the their bed when she was a baby.
"As much as I really hate to break this up-" Irina kissed the baby's little foot softly, cupped in her hand, "We have to meet everyone in the lobby in twenty minutes to go question Zamir." Her eyes darted to Jack's and they both sighed.
"Ok, Daddy's got to take a shower now but I'll give you a million more kisses before we leave." He smiled radiantly at the little baby and dropped a light kiss to her soft dark hair before rolling out of bed.
Irina watched his cute, naked retreating form with a smile."Nice butt, Agent Bristow." She giggled as Jack stopped to clench his butt muscles a couple of times before entering the bathroom.
"Don't make me hurt you anymore then I have to." Irina paced around the small metal table arms folded over her chest, her tone cold and icy…her 'scary tone.'
The other's watched from behind the double-sided mirror with fascination at how Irina interrogated.
"Tell me where Arvin Sloane is hiding and we'll see about getting your sentenced reduced from the Death Penalty to Life." They had been questioning him for the last hour and getting nowhere.
"I'd rather die, you psychotic bitch!" He spat at her in Arabic, then literally spat at her.
Irina was out of patience and as fast as lightening, grabbed his hair and arm, smashing his head into the table and yanking his arm behind his back, squeezing the hand she had shot painfully hard, feeling the blood soaking through the bandages beneath her hand.
He was breathing heavily trying not to scream out but his face was clearly contorted in raw pain.
Irina leaned over and in a deadly calm voice, "I've been Executed. It isn't as welcoming as you'd think. The liquid fire they shoot in your veins…you feel it seeping into your every cell…slowly…it consumes you one cell at a time…It steals your breath away as your lungs begin to hemorrhage and pool, drowning you in your own blood…You feel your muscles tensing so hard from the shock…you're certain…you will crush your own bones beneath their fibers."
Everyone behind the glass stood in absolute stillness, Sydney with tears in her eyes hearing Irina recount for the first time…what it felt like for her to die…
"The pressure in your veins explodes the vessels, starting with the smallest. You feel them tearing apart everywhere in your body and soon you can't see as your blood seeps from your eyes…You're drowning so slowly as the fire rages on in your body…like no hell you can ever imagine…until you are lost in your' own private hell in the darkness…and then nothing."
Zamir was panting rapidly beneath her, her warm breath tickling his ear.
Sydney inhaled a sob and batted at a fallen tear and Jack swallowed hard. He and Irina had never discussed her Execution, her death; and what it was like for her. She hadn't offered, and he didn't want to know…it scared him.
"You're dead. It's…quiet…still…and you feel a sudden rush as your soul tears away from your body. You can see it on that black table that held you to your death as you're pulled away…and then you wait…in the darkness…alone…for the angels…or the demons…to come and claim you."
Irina had stowed all of her own feelings into a small compartment for the time being and was the master of perfection, not giving anything away. She felt Zamir trembling beneath her.
"And which was it, Irina?" He asked in sharp trembling voice, his contempt obvious, "Who came for you? The angels…or the demons?"
"That is between God and I," She wouldn't answer that for him, "The question isn't who came for me…its who would come for you, Zamir? I may have killed hundreds but you have killed thousands of innocent people out of hate. Do you think if you died right now, Allah would let you into his kingdom…or let you continue to burn in the fires of hell?" She switched back to Arabic, hitting home the point of his faith and religion.
"Oh she's good…She's scaring the shit out of me." Weiss hugged his arms tighter together where they were folded across his chest, watching the effect Irina was having on the man.
"Some how I think, you could use a Life Sentence to try and make your amends with your Allah." She hissed into his ear, "Why die for the likes of Arvin Sloane? What is he to you? Tell us where he is…and you get to stay alive."
Zamir's nostrils were flaming as his breath quickened trying to decide what to do.
"Don't be a stupid man and die for a man you don't know… Don't put your family's lives in danger…over this man."
He jerked beneath her when she mentioned harming his family and she pulled his arm higher, twisting it painfully and pulling at his hair.
"Your sister…Isabella…your mother Anna…your daughter Mina. What is she? Two now?"
His face was burning in rage. "You will not touch my family! I'll kill if you harm one hair on my child's head!" He screamed at her in Arabic.
"My God, she wouldn't?" Sydney gasped thinking about her mother going after his little girl.
"Of course not, Sydney." Sark shook his head as if he were disappointed in her, "Irina would never harm a child. She's using it as leverage, she knows will work…from what I now know, comes from her own experience." He looked at her with sad and determined eyes, "As a mother, she sacrificed herself…to protect you…her child. She knows any other parent would do the same. Irina's never been wrong about that."
Sydney swallowed hard, blinking back her unshed tears turning back to watch her mother, thinking about what Sark said. Everyone… thinking about what Sark had said.
"You threatened my child! Remember?" Irina screamed into his ear, pulling his head back roughly and pinning his arm up higher. "Selling out my location to Sloane so that he could kidnap me! Steal my child from my own body and sell her on the Black Market!" She took a calming breath and added in a deadly voice, "Perhaps that is what I will do with little Mina. Sell her on the Black Market to the sex trade. Let your daughter be lost forever and living a life of pain and misery!"
"No!" He screamed back at her, tears filling his eyes.
"Then tell me where to find Sloane!" She continued in her deadly calm.
"Africa! He's in Africa!" He sobbed out.
"Where in Africa?" She hissed into his ear as her heartbeat quickened.
"Libya. He built a compound in the desert." His eyes burned with rage and tears. He wasn't going to die for some ass or let his daughter be savaged on the Black Market.
"For what? What did you do for him?" Irina felt his own heartbeat beneath her bloody fingers holding onto his damaged wrist and hand.
"I secured the sale of the property…with the Libyans. Helped him arrange a meeting with Dubey…told him where you lived in Russia."
She pulled back on his head further, anger rising inside her. "You're going to tell me everything you know, every single detail, right now or I am going to send my team to your mother's summer home in Madrid and get your daughter."
His eyes flashed wide in fear and anger,
"Yes, that's right…I know where you're keeping her right now…trying to keep her safe while you're in country…I can have someone inside that house in less then five minutes if you fuck with me! Do you understand?" She spoke deadly quiet into his ear.
"Yes." He answered in a quiver of rage and fear.
"I need to take this back to Kendall, go over the schematics." Jack leaned against the wall outside the interrogation room, arms folded across his chest talking quietly with Irina who'd gotten everything they needed to move forward out of Zamir.
"And I need to speak with my contacts from Russia." She sighed with a small smile, "Also, I have some inside connections with Libya and Egypt that will help." She was quiet a moment contemplating before staring him in the eyes, "Jack, I want to run this Op my way." She was saying what she wanted but also asking him to let her. "Please, trust me on this?" Her dark eyes pleaded with him in what would be another massive test of trust between them.
He looked at her and then down at the gray tile flooring, sighing before raising his eyes to hers again.
"Ok, we'll do it your way." He gave her a small nervous smile that lit into a bigger one when he saw the sparkle of light and happiness in her eyes that he'd accepted.
She leaned forward and grabbed his face softly, kissing him on the lips and he grabbed her hips with his hands, holding her to him, knowing they were about to be separated for a period of time.
"Thank you." She smiled, pulling back and slightly breathless. "I'll take Julian with me, I need his help in organizing this from our side…I'll call you with a location to meet in 72 hours."
"Ok." He shook his head, swallowing hard. "Be safe. I love you, Irina."
"Be safe, Jack. I love you, too." She smiled broadly and kissed his lips once more before going off in search of Sark.
"Now I've got to take care of something." Jack hissed under his breath and strode with purpose toward the interrogation room.
"What the?" Zamir barely had time to register the visitor before Jack coal-cocked him across the jaw sending his head whipping in the opposite direction.
Irina and the others stopped their conversation stunned, watching Jack behind the glass.
"That was for assaulting my wife's chest with your disgusting tongue." Jack seethed anger and hit him again, recognition flashing across Zamir's face before the fist collided with the other side of his face. "That was for doing it twice." He hit him again, "That was for grabbing her ass," He hit Zamir again and the man's nose and lip were bleeding everywhere, "That was for groping her thigh." He smashed the man again and split his cheek, "That was shooting at her," He wailed him again, his own knuckles bleeding, "That was for scarring her beautiful skin," He pounded the man again and split the other cheek, "That was for trying to lead her into cars," He switched to and upper cut as Zamir's head started to lull on its side and snapped his head back when his fist collided with the under side of the man's jaw, "That was for trying to shoot her when she got your ass," Jack pulled at the man's shirt, keeping him upright in his chair as the blood poured out of him and his eyes were already swelling shut, "And this…is for sending Sloane after her in Russia…endangering her life…and our baby's." And with that Jack knocked him out, hitting him so hard he spun and dropped to the floor out of the chair. Jack shook out his hands as his knuckles bled and swelled instantly.
"Holy shit! Jack just kicked his ass!" Vaughn laughed as they all stood stunned, and Irina's eyes were wide in astonishment.