The Perfect Weapon Chapter 2011: Part 1
Chapter 2011: Part 1
Caw
Caw
Irina stumbled slightly as the cawing of the seagulls startled her from the perfect silence of everything but the sound of their hearts beating. She lifted her head from Jack’s chest and frowned as a bird swooped nearby before heading out to sea. Against her own chest, she felt the rumble of laughter in Jack’s chest.
“I think we were standing here so long, the birds thought we were part of the scenery,” Jack noted. Keeping one arm around Irina’s waist, he brushed hair out of her face.
“I hate seagulls.” Irina smiled at the feel of Jack’s hands in her hair.
“Noted.” Jack stroked her hair one last time and then reluctantly stepped away to pick up some of her clothing.
“They’re scavengers and-“
Caw
Irina grabbed a rock and threw it at the bird, then laughed aloud at her own actions. “I swear, they know I hate them.” She looked back with chagrin at her actions, expecting to see an amused look on Jack’s face. She smiled with feminine satisfaction instead when she realized that he was staring at her breasts. She turned and cupped her breasts, while sending her own gaze downward over his body. “What are you waiting for now?”
Jack shook his head. “As tempting as you are, I have something else I want to do first. The sun is setting...” He handed her her clothes.
Irina watched him curiously. Why did he want her to get dressed? She shook out her clothes, glad her panties had stayed inside her pants. Sand in underwear was never a good feeling.
Jack smiled as he noted Irina’s panties. She hadn’t been wearing those earlier today - ah, had that been Sydney’s contribution to the evening? He pointed out over the cliff. “Do you also remember what we threw over this cliff?”
Irina pulled on her panties and began to laugh as she remembered her annoyance at her clothing that special night and how Jack had taken care of it by stealing her silly pink panties. “My Wednesday underpants?”
Jack laughed as he looked down. “What kind do you have on tonight?”
“A much better choice. I have very nice black, lacy...” Irina hooked her thumbs inside the side straps of her panties and then stopped. “Sydney set me up.”
“For what?” Jack widened his eyes. He smiled at the memory of Laura’s chagrin at wearing Wednesday underpants the night of the proposal. “I liked those Wednesday underpants. Very cute.”
“I am not cute. I wasn’t then and I’m not now.” Irina pulled on her clothes, wondering what was next.
“No. You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen...” Jack whispered, cupping her face and looking down at her. “You always have been in the past, you are now in the present and you will be in the future. Always.”
“Past, present, future. The perfect circle,” Irina whispered, realizing that she no longer needed a ring. She wanted it, but what she needed and what he needed,they could find in the intertwined circle of their arms. She leaned up to kiss Jack, then wrapped her arms around him and looked out over the cliff. A glint caught her eye. “What is that?”
Finally! “What could that be?” Jack asked, pointing down toward the edge of the beach. Where sand met surf, something glinted in the moonlight. A perfect circle, he hoped.
Irina narrowed her eyes. It looked like a bottle. She stared. They had thrown a bottle off of this very cliff that night, watched it float away. What had he done? “A bottle? But-“
“Let’s go see,” Jack suggested, taking Irina’s cold hand in his warm one. He gently pulled her forward and down the slope, laughing as she almost elbowed him aside to reach the bottle first.
“I’m winning!” Irina laughed over her shoulder as Jack followed in close pursuit. Good. At least this time he understood his role. “Did you want to push me down the hill this time?”
“No!” Jack called out. He had to smile at her happiness as they played yet another variation on the chase game. “You weren’t trying to fix Sydney’s knee with those damn wonder berries this time.”
When they reached the bottom of the slope, Irina broke into a run and he laughed again as he followed after her. They both stopped when they reached the bottle stuck into the sand at the near edge of the waves. “I see...” Irina pointed toward the water lapping nearby. “That once again my timing was a little off and I waited too long.”
“Honey...” Jack ran his hand down Irina’s bare arm. “I’m all in favor of the kind of timing you exhibited up on the cliff. But now, aren’t you curious?”
“I remember throwing the bottle off the cliff that night,” Irina responded as she bent down and picked up the bottle. They had thrown the bottle off the cliff and talked about how when Jack was flying over an ocean he might imagine that the bottle was somewhere down below, containing.... Gently wiping it clean of clinging particles of sand with a shaking hand, she held it up high against the setting sun. Were those rose petals inside? “It’s...the same vintage as the night you proposed.”
“Of course. I’m all about the details, remember?” Jack asked, as he took Irina’s hand and pulled her back up the beach toward the blanket.
“We threw that bottle into the ocean and...” Irina clenched her hand tightly around the neck of the bottle as in their upward path they negotiated a spot where the sand tended to slide.
“And now it’s come back.” Jack sat down on the blanket and held out his hand. Irina sat down and stared at the bottle. Jack touched her knee. As she looked up in wonder at the surprise he’d made for her, he saw for a moment the woman from thirty years ago, the woman who was always so shocked and happy with any gift. Then as now, what he had known then as now as honest appreciation for a gift, made him want to give her more and more.
Irina tugged gently on the cork, which slid easily out into her grasp. She stopped and breathed deeply as the bottle released the scent of roses and the remembrance of love. Rose petals. She closed her eyes and once again took a breath. She opened her eyes to look into Jack’s face. His excited face. No anxiety this time. Just love and anticipation. “It’s come back,” she whispered, gazing intently into his eyes.
“Yes. A perfect-“
“Circle,” Irina whispered. That night they had slid a some of the petals from her bouquet of roses into the bottle, along with...
“There might be some additional circles inside the bottle. If you look,” Jack urged. He had pondered and planned this moment for so long and now that it was here, he just wanted it to happen already. He also wanted to be inside her already.
“I’ve gotten proficient at looking beneath the surface lately,” Irina whispered. She carefully upended the bottle and watched as rose petals slowly and silently wafted out. Impatiently she shook the bottle, then stopped herself. She knew she would be distraught if she shook the bottle too hard and the ring that was no doubt inside flew out and away. With a more careful shake, more petals came out and then stopped altogether although she could see more within. “There’s something stuck in there...” She frowned and held the bottle over her head, trying to peer inside.
Jack reached into the picnic basket and pulled out a silver chrome tool. He held it up and grinned, anticipating her irritation. He was really having a much better time now than he had before. “Try this.”
Irina took the long narrow hemostat in her hand and debated about shoving it into Jack’s smug face or using it to pinch something painful. Although that probably was not in her best interests. She put the pinchers and the bottle down carefully before giving into the impulse. “Have I ever mentioned to you how annoying it is that you are always prepared?”
“You didn’t say that the day I met you in your office with those dangling hearts,” Jack teased as he reached out and lightly ran his fingertips across the softness between his wife’s legs. Why were they still dressed?
Irina paused in her attempts to grasp what seemed to lay just beyond her reach, as she wondered why they were still dressed. “You were an evil man,” she smiled. “And I still have those hearts-“ She issued a warning look with her eyes and tapped her index finger on the base of his throat, tugging at the neckline of his shirt until he took the hint and pulled it off. He moved to throw it and smiled when Irina grabbed it from him.
“They only work on the chain....” Jack prompted with a hopeful glint in his eyes as Irina folded his shirt and set it aside.
“Oh no, they don’t. I think I have enough imagination to find alternative uses for them...” Irina smiled and drifted her fingernails across Jack’s chest and scraped his nipple.
“Now she finds an imagination,” Jack groused, even as he reached down and pulled off her shirt.
“You’re right. I really must work on that. I mean...” Irina ran her hands over the black lace of her bra, flicking her fingers over already hardened nipples. “I always wear black lingerie and I really should be more imaginative-“
Jack shook his head and pulled the edges of her demi-cut bra down easily to expose her nipples. Lightly pinching at them, he whispered, “Unless you’re planning on being imaginative enough to wear bras with the nipple cut-outs, then black lace-“
“Hmm. I didn’t know your tastes ran to that kind of lingerie. Let’s discuss the matter-“
“Let’s not!” Jack argued, unsnapping the front closure of the bra and shoving it off, before his hands returned to cup her breasts. God, she was warm. “I do have a game plan tonight, in case it’s escaped your notice.”
“I like this game plan...” Irina responded, cupping him through his jeans.
Jack groaned as her fingers moved upward, unbuttoned his jeans and began to slide the zipper down. She stopped to brush her fingertips across his hair-roughened skin and he shifted in discomfort and surrendered. “So do I. Okay, we’ll do it your way-“
“Good. I’m dying to know what’s in this bottle.” Irina smiled and pulled back, laughing as Jack pretended to grab for her. She laughed aloud as she picked up the hemostat and began to work it into the bottle. Glancing slyly up as she nudged carefully, she noted, “I’m glad you fit into me with much more ease. But then again, I have the advantage of being wet. Would you like to check on my wetness?”
“I’d like to...” Jack shook his head. This woman would never stop surprising him. Thank god. He leaned forward suddenly and surprised her with a kiss.
“Kiss me?” Irina asked, brushing her lips across his. He liked the teasing and the divergences from the path. But he also no doubt liked his game plan, she knew, and bent her head once again to use the tool. “What is this?” Irina asked as she pulled out a ribbon-tied scroll of paper. She pulled on the ribbon and the paper slowly unfurled. She picked it up. The same handmade paper with the roses, only this sheet was slightly crumpled from being rolled. “Jack, where is my map?” she asked suddenly. “I don’t want to lose it-“
“Here. I’ll put it in the basket,” Jack offered, picking it up. “Now, will you please open that paper?”
“I already know what’s on it...” Irina teased, even though her throat was tight. “It will be that poem from Byron that you read to me that night.” She opened the slightly-crumpled note. A carefully-crumpled note, she knew, just as she surely knew that her hands were shaking slightly. Yes. There it was. In that distinctive leftward slant of Jack’s handwriting, there was the poem from Byron he’d recited to her the first time. The poem he had rolled up and stuffed inside the wine bottle they’d tossed into the sea.
When Irina said nothing, Jack curled his hand around hers and read in a soft low tone the poem he’d tried to forget for so long.
She was a form of life and light
That seen, became a part of sight,
And rose, where'er I turn'd mine eye,
The morning-star of memory!
Yes, love indeed is light from heaven;
A spark of that immortal fire
With angels shared, by Alla given,
To lift from earth our low desire.
Irina nodded, then bit her lip to keep from crying. “You know, Jack, that it was our life together, with Sydney, that comprised all the light in my life. The bright, no, the brightest spots in my life were the pages in my memory book. They were like... stars in the night of my life.” She put the paper down and rising to her knees, straddled Jack’s hips, cupped his face in her hands and kissed him.
Jack closed his eyes and wrapped one arm around her, while reaching in his pocket with his free hand. Doing this now was not part of the order of the night he’d so carefully devised, but... He’d be a fool to throw away the perfect opening. Gently setting her back, he asked, “Would you like some new stars in your life?” He held out his hand and then opened his fingers to reveal the ring inside.
Irina gasped at the ring. Without hesitation, she reached out and snatched it from Jack’s hand. “It’s mine.”
Jack laughed at the evidence of her returned confidence. “That’s the woman I love. She sees something she wants and takes it--”
“Yes. I do,” Irina said firmly, closing her hand around the ring until the stones cut into her palm.
“Is that my cue, again?” Jack smiled reminiscently. “To ask. Will you say, I do, to me? Will you marry me, Irina?” he asked loudly, emphasizing her name.
“Yes.” She stared down at her hand, then up at Jack and opened her hand. “Now, hurry.”
Jack smiled and took the ring from her palm and slowly slid it onto her finger. “You know...” He began when he reached the first knuckle. “I wanted to tell you all about this ring, the three center stones, the band of seven diamonds in the molded infinity loop-“
“Later.” Irina put her fingers over Jack’s and shoved the ring down to the base of her finger. “It’s a circle of fire,” she whispered as she held the ring up and stared at it for a moment. “Later,” she repeated and then used her hands to unzip Jack’s jeans the rest of the way, impatiently pushing at the denim. “You can tell me about the ring later.”
Jack bit back a grin. “Okay. But how about the fact that both times, both times I’ve tried to propose to you, I’ve had this entire game plan worked out and both times, you’ve said something-“ He broke off as Irina stood up and pulled off the rest of her. Looking down at him, she smiled. “Some things are just meant to be...” Jack realized as he finished pulling off his clothes and tossed them. Somewhere. Who cares? “Both times, you’ve given me a different but nonetheless perfect opening that I had to take...”
“Jack...” Irina spread her legs slightly and ran her left hand, the ring glittering at them both, down her body until it rested at the juncture of her legs. She tapped her fingers impatiently on the dark curls there. “Here is the perfect opening I’ll always give you...”
“And that I have to take? ” Jack licked his lips and reached for her, running his hands up her legs. So strong, he noted with delight. But there were other delights with this woman. Like driving her insane. Yes. Her nipples weren’t hard enough yet. “I wanted to explain the symbolism in the ring and oh!” Jack exclaimed as Irina dropped down on top of him, straddling his hips, pinning his shoulders to the blanket with hands that curled around his shoulders and a mouth that traveled from his neck down to the point where she’d always...Yes! He groaned as she bit him. Hard. Again and then a third time.
“I don’t have a ring on your finger yet. But make no mistake. You are mine. Again. Always. Forever. You are mine,” Irina whispered fiercely, laving the mark she’d left with her tongue.
Sliding her free hand around the back of his neck, she held him still and took his mouth in a possessive kiss that had him gasping in surprise and need. He pulled back, needing to see her and gasped again as she lifted herself and swiftly impaled herself on his hardness. “Moya,” she said again, calling out this time.
“Yes.” Jack slid his hands around her slim waist, watching her body move on him, then lifted his gaze up to her face. He stilled as he recognized the look on her face as her eyes opened and stared down at him. It was the same look of desire he’d once seen when she was holding the Rambaldi heart document, only now, thank god, she was looking not at a piece of paper or even the ring, but at him. A voice within, the one he remembered from Panama, prodded him to ask, “You’re choosing me? You’re choosing us?”
“Yes. Of course. Again, always, forever,” she promised. Seeing the joy in Jack’s face, the wonder she had always associated with this night so long ago combined with the confidence of the man she had grown to know, all combining and swirling around her to create something new, Irina began to tremble. The power one held over one’s beloved was an awe-inspiring responsibility. She tightened her body around his hardness and smiled softly as he groaned loudly at her possession. “Again, always, forever. The three center stones. Three... Three words? Is that what they mean? Past, present, future. You, me, us... I remember.” She bent her head and kissed him once again, licking his bottom lip until his mouth opened under hers, allowing her entrance. “Three words. I am yours. You are mine.”
“Show me now,” Jack whispered huskily as her hair fell down around them, once again enclosing them in a private world. “Show me how I am yours.”
“Yes...” Irina whispered. She lifted her mouth, then returned to brush against his lips over and over, rejoicing as his hands held her more and more tightly, pressing into her hips, holding her down on him. “Let me show you in multiples of three...One.” She licked his lower lip slowly, then slid her teeth over the fullest part and bit down softly, scraping her teeth as she moved back to nip the edge of his lip. “Two...” she tickled his upper lip with the tip of her tongue, urging his mouth to open wider. “Three...” When his tongue darted out to touch hers, she cupped his face in her hands and held him still as her tongue hungrily plunged into his mouth, rubbing and sucking on his tongue greedily as if it had been years since she’d last had him. And, she supposed in a way, it was true. “You are mine again...” whispered against his lips, without even knowing she had spoken, before dipping her mouth back into his once again. If she could, she thought with the last tendrils of consciousness she could capture, she would kiss him forever. Forever. “Moya...”
“Yes, I am...” Jack whispered, afraid to speak louder and break the spell she was weaving around them as her lips feathered down his neck. He arched his neck for her and groaned when she nipped at the skin before licking the base of his neck. He smiled as she licked him over and over. His hands roamed up the smooth skin of her back, feeling the muscles move as she leaned on him, licking him, remembering how she had always done that. She licked and nipped at his shoulders, then his biceps, biting the muscles. In a sudden move that took him by surprise, she turned her head and licked his left nipple, then bit it, hard. “Honey!” he cried out, arching under her mouth and trying to thrust deeper inside her warm body.
“Mine...” She gritted out, trying for control even as he began moving inside her and his hands... Oh no. His hands were circling that hard little point that was so... She slid her hands onto his chest and pushed him down. “Stay there.”
“I’m not going anywhere...” Jack promised, then groaned as she licked the left nipple while scraping her fingernails across the other. He slid his hands around her to her breasts and imitated her actions, licking his lips when her nipples immediately tightened even more under his fingers. “In fact... Come here...” He demanded, pulling her up his body until her breasts were even with his face and just the tip of his hardness was still inside her. He nuzzled into the softness over him, while arching his hips, sending little shockwaves through them both as he went in and out. Opening his mouth over her nipple, he closed his lips and suckled on it for a moment until Irina shoved back. “What...”
“I have to do this...” Irina whispered, pushing him back once again. “I have to make you mine...”
“I was yours from the moment you took my hand in that bathroom in Panama and leapt into my arms,” Jack reminded her. He lifted her hands to his mouth and kissed the palms, one by one, then tilted his head and licked the centers, watching her eyes darken.
Irina stilled for a moment as she heard the words and the truth within them. Yes, he had made that commitment then. She knew it. But... “I need to do this...with my body,” she said, with voice and eyes intense with need before squeezing her muscles around his hardness and biting his chest at the same time.
“I love you... And I love it when you get fierce,” Jack groaned as she bit him again, looking up into her face, tight with passion and need as her body moved back and forth on him. He groaned again when she slowly lifted herself off of his body. He reached for her and she grabbed his hands and shoved them over his head. He shifted his legs, bending the knees, pushing her up against him as she kept his arms in place. He pushed against her, groaning with need as she held him down. “Love it...”
“I know. You are mine. Turn over,” she ordered, pushing at him until he turned over. She straddled his hips and held his arms down with hands planted on his wrists while stroking his back with her breasts, knowing he could feel the hard tips against his skin.
“I hope this is killing you too...” Jack whispered, turning his head, trying to catch a glimpse of her, but the heat flowing above him in the flame of her body told the story. Kissing his shoulders, she slid her hands down his arms, her tight grip making him feel as if she was possessing him. He shuddered and moved his arms, moving his muscles under her hands, needing to feel her.
“Harder...” he whispered, needing to feel it since he could not see her. She squeezed her hands tightly around his biceps and he groaned. God, it was good she had control, because his was all but lost as he felt her soft breasts and hard nipples move down his back and over his buttocks, then along his thighs, followed by her mouth and those strong hands that were.... “Oh!” he cried out as she reached between his legs.
Irina knelt between Jack’s thighs and smiled as she slid her hands down the columns of his legs, then up over his buttocks. She squeezed and massaged the muscles there until he moaned, then slid her body up the broad length of his back, rubbing and pressing against him, until she bit the back of his neck.
“Honey....” Jack whispered, as he felt his control melting in his need to just turn them both over and thrust inside her. “I am yours. I am...”
“Yes...” Irina rose to her knees and watched Jack turn over onto his back underneath her. She leaned over him and licked his mouth open again, sighing with happiness when his hands lifted into her hair and held her still while his mouth opened and licked and kissed and bit at hers with greedy need. “But it’s still not enough...”
“Only everything is enough.” Jack moved his hands over her body, needing to touch her everywhere, feeling the heat pouring out of her body warming him into his soul, just as the wetness between her legs dampened his fingers as they slid inside where he longed to be. “Inside...” He closed his eyes as he felt the newly-emerging stars overhead begin to swirl around him.
“Yes...” Irina kissed his mouth one last time, then once again kissed her way down his body. Skimming over his chest then down the center of his abdomen, she rubbed her face on the hair-roughened skin around his navel, before taking teasing little nips of his skin as she moved lower. “I want to make you mine...” Irina whispered with a smile as she saw his eyes lift to watch her movements.
“My way....” she licked at the tip of his hardness and smiled when it seemed to arch toward her mouth.
“My way...” she repeated, smiling. She saw Jack’s eyes widen as he realized her intentions and felt his hands tighten on her shoulders as she dropped her head, opened her mouth and took a tiny little bite on the tip, before sliding her mouth down over him.
Licking and sucking at him until she heard his breathing grow raspy and felt his thighs tense with need and her hands grew slick on his sweating skin, she lifted her head. “Will my way work for you? Will you be mine?”
“Whatever you want,” Jack cried out, once again arching under her as her mouth took him to the edge and held him there for so long he thought they were close to forever in that moment.
And then she lifted her head, with one last, long lick, leaving him gasping with need. She rose to her knees, her hair a curtain around them, as she made love to him with hands and mouth and breasts that begged for attention as much as the softness between her legs begged for hardness and the muscles of her thighs begged for hips to squeeze between them. Finally, she slid up and over him and once again, with his hands on her hips and her name on his lips, took him inside her. As hands and mouths and hardness and softness and need undiminished by time, took them to a place both familiar and new, they cried out, searching and finding. Irina looked up into the stars, then down at her hand, sparkling with the promise of the past, present and future. She cried out again as his hands and lips took her high once again, surprising herself as she sobbed not his name, but the word she’d always needed, “Forever.”
“Yes.” Jack let go in a rush as he felt he melt around him, taking his heat and hers and making it something incandescent. “I am yours and you are mine. Forever.”
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