Kate changed outfits again with a sigh. It had been nearly an hour of her switching from one outfit to another. Jeans felt too casual. A dress felt too formal. And Jack refused to give her any hints to where they were going. She sighed again and threw herself on her bed in frustration.

Jack, on the other hand, was on cloud nine. He would be able to spend one evening with Kate. One evening to rekindle what they once had. What they still have. He knew that given the chance, he could win Kate back. He felt it on the island, that pull that seemed to bring them together. And after they got back it continued, that bond that kept them together. The other day at the school he felt it. He felt that connection they had. It wasn't gone.

He just needed to make Kate admit that those feelings never went away.

When Kate opened her door she noticed the big bouquet of roses first. Then she noticed Jack in his jeans and sweater. He looked irresistible and for a moment she considered cancelling the date and taking him to bed but refrained. She promised herself she wouldn't fall right into his arms. She was still in love with him but she couldn't ignore how badly he had hurt her.

"The flowers are beautiful," she whispered.

"Not as beautiful as you. You look…" he trailed off, distracted by the way she blushed at his words. He had forgotten how irresistible she was when she blushed.

"You look good," she managed. Silently she scolded herself to stay calm. It was just a dinner. "So what did you plan? You were very cryptic about this dinner."

"You'll see," he teased.

"What is this?" She asked when they pulled up. "I mean, I know what it is. Why are we here?"

Jack looked up at the upscale hotel and spa, hoping he'd made the right decision. "I know you weren't happy to have dinner with me. The last thing I want to do is force you to go through with this. You have a spa reservation. After that I booked you a hotel suite and your room service bill goes on my tab. I thought you could use a night that was just about you."

"Jack," she whispered.

"You deserve it, Kate. You do a hell of a job with Aaron."

Kate smiled, tears welling. She knew he was right. Somedays taking care of Aaron by herself left her exhausted. And taking care of herself wasn't something she did regularly. A tiny piece of her was disappointed she wouldn't have the evening with her.

"I don't get it. Before you were boasting about the sex we're going to have and now you're giving me a night alone?"

"Don't get me wrong, I would love nothing more than to rip that dress off with my teeth," he smiled at the way Kate blushed. He took note that she didn't get mad this time, "but I know you, Kate. Better than you know yourself. You'd convince yourself it was sex and nothing more. And in the end you'd hate yourself for it."

She sat in the vehicle, stunned. She hadn't given Jack enough credit. She had dreaded this night and he'd catered it just for her.

"Do… do you want to join me? We could have dinner. It's the least I could do." Jack grinned like the Cheshire Cat. He had her. Her guard was lowering.

"Can you resist me if I go to your hotel room?" He teased.

"That won't be a problem." Kate could feel her heart fluttering as Jack agreed to join her.

With the responsibilities of Aaron and driving taken care of, Kate let herself unwind and have several glasses of wine with her room service dinner. Her and Jack laughed and talked until the middle of the night. It reminded both of them of all the nights on the island when they'd stayed up talking in front of the fire while the rest of camp slept.

"Jack, tonight…" Kate sighed, trying to collect her thoughts. "I haven't had anyone do anything like for me since… well since you," she admitted.

"I should have done things like that for you more. I took you for granted—"

"No, you didn't."

"I did, Kate. I didn't appreciate you like I should have. And now look at me; I'd do anything to get even 5 minutes with you."

Kate bit her lip, thinking for a moment. "Okay," she finally said.

"Okay what?"

"5 minutes. I'll do anything you want for 5 minutes."

Jack studied her face, half expecting this to all be a cheap trick. She held the same expression; she was not teasing him.

His mind raced to think of how to spend those five minutes. He wanted to kiss her for the duration of his time. He wanted to rip her clothes off and touch as much of her as he could in those 5 minutes. Instead, he lead her by the hand to the sofa.

"What are you doing?" She giggled when he sat down and pulled her against his side. He leaned in, sniffing the familiar scent of her shampoo and kissing the top of her head.

"When I'm alone at night, more than anything I miss this," he explained. He wrapped his arms around her, "I missed having you in my arms. I just want to hold you for these couple of minutes.

Kate was floored. She had expected Jack to take her as quickly as possible. She even thought Jack would insist on a blowjob, taking what he wanted from her without having to return the favor. She never expected him to make such a sweet choice.

"I guess it's been 5 minutes," Jack finally announced as he began to stand. "I should probably get going anyway…" Kate watched him leave, struggling for any excuse to get him to stay, even just a little longer.

"Jack!" She yelled down the hotel hallway as he headed for the elevators. She ran up to him as quickly as she could. "You forgot about me. I should get 5 minutes, too."

Jack couldn't hide the smile. Kate was coming around. He could feel the shift in her attitude.

When they returned to the hotel room Jack was instructed to sit on the edge of the bed. His mind raced with dirty thoughts and things he could do to Kate in a matter of minutes.

Kate sat down behind him, her legs on either side of him. "You were always so tense," she began. She let her fingers get to work massaging his neck, shoulders and back.

"That feels heavenly," he groaned. He knew she was right about him being tense. His back and shoulders were always sore and many nights he'd missed the way Kate massaged him. He missed the way Kate did everything. He just missed Kate.

"Tonight was a really good night," Kate whispered. It had been more than 5 minutes but she was enjoying herself. She'd forgotten how much she loved the feel of Jack. Even just rubbing his neck and shoulders she was reminded just how chiseled he was. He was muscular without being too muscular. Just the perfect size.

"So I did good? Better than you expected?"

"I expected an awkward dinner. I tried to plan things to talk about," she admitted with a giggle. "I braced myself for a fight but tonight was wonderful."

"You know," Jack said as he rose up and sauntered towards Kate, "it doesn't have to end. Not yet." He continued towards her, closing the distance between them. He watched the way she tucked a hair behind her ear nervously. He saw the all too familiar blush across her cheeks. He saw the way her chest rose and fell, her entire body on alert. Feeling brazen, he stepped closer and brushed the hair from her neck.

When she didn't resist he slowly began kissing and nibbling at the sensitive skin on her neck. She let a soft moan escape her lips. "I'll give you ten minutes," she finally panted, powerless to resist him another moment.

"We both know I won't be done with you in ten minutes," he chuckled. Instead of resisting, Kate let her arms wrap around his neck and kissed him wildly as he carried her to the bed.

Once she was on the bed he hovered over her. Their hands freely roamed, Kate's hands on his chest and his hands trailing down her sides. "Once we start…" he began to warn her but she quickly interrupted.

"I know what I want," she said matter of factly.

Only then did Jack gently adjust her so she was on all fours. He pushed into her slowly, his hands on her hips. He gently increased the pace, using his grip on her hips to push and pull her against his member. Her moans and his view of himself going in and out of her sent him over the edge. He held her against him as he spilled into her.

Kate flipped around to catch him in a kiss. As their lips crashed into one another he lowered her to the bed and let his kisses start at her lips and work their way lower.

And lower.

And lower.

"Jack," she moaned when he nibbled on her inner thigh. She instinctively parted her legs, eager for him. He got to work, his fingers pushing inside her as his mouth invaded her intimacy, licking and sucking in rhythm to her moans. Just when she thought she couldn't take anymore he let his tongue flick at her clit, the sensation sending another orgasm rippling through her.

Before he could do anything she knelt down in front of him, letting her hand make long strokes against his member, eliciting a moan that got trapped in his throat. She took him in her mouth, taking every inch of him. He grabbed her hair and called her name. She loved how husky his voice got during sex. Even more, she loved how he said her name. "Kate, I can't hold out much longer," he moaned. Instead of stopping she used her hand to stroke him as she sucked, knowing the combination would send him over the edge just like it had with her. It didn't take long for him to hit his peak.

When they finished he grabbed her and carried her out of the room.

"Where are you taking me?" She asked.

"I told you, sex would be on the table," he smirked before setting her on the table. He pulled her to the edge of the table and roughly parted her legs, eager to get to her. As he thrust deep inside her, Kate knew that whatever cat and mouse game they were playing, he was winning.