"Jack? Why are you in my house?" Kate asked as her eyelids fluttered open.
"How do you feel?" He stroked her hair.
"Tired," she admitted. "But why are you in my house?" There was no anger in her voice just curiosity. Suddenly she sat up, eyes wide. "Aaron!"
"He's fine." When she attempted to jump out of bed he placed his hands over her shoulders. "Hey! Hey, it's okay. He's fine, Kate. He's with my mom." He studied her before speaking again. "Why didn't you tell me, Kate?"
She shrugged innocently, "it wasn't that bad. Honest. I thought it was just a bug."
"You were seriously sick. You needed antibiotics. You…" he sighed, running his hands through his hair, "you really scared me, you know?"
Kate covered his hand with her own. "I'm sorry," she whispered. "I thought I could handle it on my own."
"Well you aren't alone anymore," Jack snapped. "I'm sorry," he said with a sigh, "you really had me worried," he repeated again. "Even if you didn't want to see me—"
"Why wouldn't I want to see you?"
"It's okay to regret it, Kate. You got caught up in the moment…"
"Is that what you think? That I regretted it?" She reached a hand and stroked his face. "I have no regrets. In fact, I've never regretted being with you. Not once. Not in any sense of the word."
Jack cupped her face and pulled her in for a kiss. "You don't know how badly I needed to hear that."
When he leaned in for a kiss she pulled away. "I could probably use a shower," she explained. Jack nodded but said nothing as she slid out of bed. "Are you coming?" She called as she glanced over her shoulder. Jack didn't need to be asked twice.
In the shower he pinned her to the wall, leaving soft kisses along her sensitive collarbone. He cupped his hand and pushed between her legs. His thumb rolled over her clit and his palm cupped the rest of her.
"Jack," she whispered breathlessly as her hips rocked against his palm, providing the friction she so desperately needed. When her knees started to buckle he used his free hand to hold her steady against him. It didn't take long until she was seeing stars and shattering against his palm.
She flashed Jack a wicked smile before dropping to her knees. Instantly her mouth was around his member and her hands were toying with his balls. He sucked his teeth and hissed a satisfied moan. When he tangled his hands in her hair she let one hand slowly stroke him, a move that sent him spiraling into ecstasy. As he struggled to catch his breath she wiped the corners of her mouth before standing.
"I need to be inside you. Now." Jack growled. He flipped her so her front was pressed against the cold tiles of the shower, the coldness making her nipples painfully hard. He parted her legs, giving him better access. "You always feel so good," he murmured, burying his face in the crook of her neck as he held her against him. He slowly pushed inside her, eliciting a gasp from both of them. He went slower than he normally did, still worried about her health. The slow pace sent them both over the edge in minutes.
"Jesus, Jack." Kate spun around to face Jack. Her arms wrapped around his neck as she stared into his eyes, a smile spreading across her face.
"What's that smile for?"
"Just… this. I didn't think I'd feel this way again," she admitted.
"Feel what? Satisfied?" He teased.
"That feeling when a romance is new and fresh," she started before she could stop herself.
"So this is a romance? Not just sex?"
Kate thought for a moment. "No, not for me."
Jack smiled brightly. "Good. Not for me either."
Kate pulled him into an embrace. Neither moved, even when the water turned cold.