(Author's Note: So, this is just a short, fluffy chapter kind of as an apology in advance for next week's chapter. I'm so sorry for what I have to do to these poor kids, so here's a cute bit first...

Standard disclaimers apply. I own nothing but my own imagination.)

Katherine brushed a stray hair out of her face, subsequently smearing a long streak of ink across her cheek. She looked beautiful, the last bit of sunlight illuminating her from behind. Jack stepped up from behind her and wrapped his arms around her shoulders.

"How's it going?" He asked cautiously. He never knew how she would respond to that question. There were equal chances that he would either get kissed or yelled at, and he could never quite tell which one was coming.

"Really well," she articulated brightly, and Jack breathed a sigh of relief. "At this rate I should be done within an hour." She said all this without once looking away from the page in front of her, and her fingers never faltered on the keys.

"That's good," Jack murmured, beginning to press tiny kisses into her neck. He wasn't necessary trying to distract her from her work, but if it happened to draw her away for a moment...

She drew in a deep, and clearly annoyed, breath.

"Jack Kelly," she warned, "I said I would be done in an hour."

"So, what you're saying is that you'll kiss me in an hour?" He said in a mockingly suggestive tone. She briefly tore her eyes away from her paper to look at him, her fingers pausing over the keys for the first time.

"Yes," she relented with a defeated sigh, "Give me one hour, and I'll give you the rest of the night, I promise." He pulled himself away from her reluctantly.

"I'm holding you to that Mrs. Kelly," he called.

"I expect you to!"

The hour passed by slowly, and Jack tried hard to be patient. He pulled out a scrap of paper and started to sketch, nothing in particular at first, but soon a woman with long curly hair began to take form. He had drawn her from the side, so her face wasn't seen, but he knew who it was. Jack had a tendency to draw the people he loved most, and, well... he had quite a few drawings of Katherine already.

Just over 60 minutes later, Katherine rushed to him,

"It's finished," she breathed, shoving the page toward him. He humored her and read it, knowing full well that it was amazing.

"It's great Ace, it's always great," he commented. Katherine smirked at him coyly, and grabbed him by the collar, kissing him passionately. Jack was momentarily stunned before kissing her back with equal intensity, his fingers digging into her thin shoulder blades, his body pressing her against the edge of their bed. She eventually let go of his shirt, and wound her fingers through his tangled mop of hair. He could still smell the ink on her skin, and he chuckled internally at how he was beginning to associate it with her now. Katherine's fingers were now back to playing absentmindedly with his collar, cool on his skin. Jack shivered slightly, even in their warm apartment, but he ignored it, and started a trail of kisses down her neck. This time, she didn't interrupt him with a shrill warning, she just let it happen, her breath hitching slightly, and when he reached the collar of her shirt, she grabbed him and pulled his lips back up to meet hers. He could have stayed that way forever, except his lungs were starting to burn. When he pulled away, they were both laughing and gasping for air, and Jack sputtered,

"Ya know Ace, I dunno if I ever told you this, but you're one hell of a kisser."

(Just as a warning for the next chapter. It's not historically accurate all the way. A couple of events are getting shuffled a little earlier than when they actually happened because you know what? I'm the author. I'm taking creative license and running with it. Sorry not sorry. Please review! You guys are the best!

Much love,
PrettyLittleMonster Xxx)