Fic: Head over Heels 1/2
Title: Head over Heels
Author: fangirl_utopia
Fandom: Eureka
Pairing: Jack Carter/Allison Blake
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Not mine, though I'd be more than willing to take it since Comcast obviously doesn't want it.
Summary: After four long years, Jack and Allison finally take their relationship to the next level. Set immediately following the events in "The Ex-Files" 4x08.
Although it had been well over four years since Allison Blake had seen the inside of his bedroom, her feet carried her there as if it had been only yesterday. Hands shoved deep inside his pants pockets, Jack Carter trailed resolutely behind her, his mind going in about a dozen different directions at once. His rubber-soled shoes were silent on the thick carpet, his long-legged strides unmistakably eager, yet oddly hesitant at the same time.
Every muscle in his body was tight with tension as he focused all of his concentration on putting one foot in front of the other. It took far more effort than it should have, but he finally managed to force his clenched hands to relax and the knots in his shoulders to loosen.
God, he was nervous.
He supposed being on the verge of becoming intimate with the woman he’d been in love with for what seemed like forever would do that to a man, but the feeling was still slightly disconcerting. He didn’t want to be nervous, damn it! He wanted to be strong and self-assured; he wanted to please Ally like no one other man that had come before him. When they lay sated and spent and this milestone in their relationship was behind them, he wanted to have made such an overwhelming impact that he’d ruined her for any other man.
The sentiment was selfish and exceedingly arrogant, he knew, but he couldn’t help it. This moment had been four long, torturous years in the making; he wanted their first time to be perfect.
Flickering candles and rose petals perfect. Expensive wine and mood music perfect. The best sexual experience of their lives perfect. But of course, he should have known that one of his favorite recurring fantasies and reality would look nothing alike. This was Eureka after all, and in this town, nothing was ever that simple.
Ever.
Despite the crazy turn of events that had brought them to this moment, (the monster-sized irony that a typical Eureka disaster had been the catalyst for what was about to happen didn’t escape Jack at all) he could already feel his body beginning to harden at the mere thought of finally being inside her. The sudden, sharp tightening in his groin bordered on painful as he watched the rhythmic sway of her hips and imagined her shapely legs wrapped high around his waist. He managed to swallow a quiet groan as he tried his damnedest not to break into a run. The last thing he wanted to do was come off like some horny teenage boy about to get laid for the first time.
As if she could sense his growing ardor, Allison paused in his bedroom doorway and glanced over her shoulder at him. A small, mysterious smile lifted the corners of her full lips before she stepped over the threshold and disappeared from view. He was hot on her heels, noting somewhere in the back of his embarrassingly hazy mind that S.A.R.A.H., his smart-house/bunker/well-meaning pain in the ass, had turned the bedroom lights down to a soft intimate glow.
Inordinately pleased, Jack took back every horrible thought he’d ever had about his house over the past four years. And there’d been a lot. “Good girl,” he murmured quietly before saying aloud, “S.A.R.A.H.?”
“Yes, Sheriff Carter?” the house responded in the feminized Fargo voice that he still found slightly creepy even after all this time.
“Dr. Blake and I would like some privacy.” His eyes sought out Allison’s as she stopped in the middle of the room and slid her black jacket down her toned arms. She let it fall to the floor in a careless, rumpled heap, and though she was still fully dressed, the small gesture-and all that it signified-caused his heart to pound like a bass drum in his chest.
He took a deep breath in an attempt to control his racing heart and erratic breathing, but found it increasingly difficult to do either.
“Certainly, Sheriff.” The house paused for a moment. “Sheriff, your heart rate and breathing are elevated. I have also noticed that your dopamine levels are higher than normal and your pupils are dilated.” S.A.R.A.H. paused again then said matter-of-factly, “The physiological changes in your body suggest sexual arousal. Will you and Dr. Blake finally be consummating your relationship?”
The unexpected statement-coming from his house no less-was like stepping under the unforgiving spray of a cold shower. Jack’s eyes went wide, his gaze jerking away from Allison’s to stare wildly at the ceiling. “S.A.R.A.H.! What are you…?! Why would you…?!” he stuttered, the tips of his ears burning with embarrassment. He glared upward. “Is a little privacy too much to ask for? Without any commentary from the peanut gallery?”
“Certainly not, Sheriff.”
“Thank you,” Jack replied, although why he was thanking her, he had no idea. “And,” he tacked on as an afterthought, “unless Eureka is on the verge of blowing up or is being invaded by hostile aliens-I repeat…hostile aliens-we don’t want to be disturbed. Got it?”
“Got it!” S.A.R.A.H. replied then continued with a smile in her voice, “And may I tell you how happy I am that you and Dr. Blake have finally-”
“Stop!” Jack said loudly, cutting S.A.R.A.H. off in mid-sentence. “Just…stop!” He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. It suddenly occurred to him that his house was going to be the death of him one day. He was sure of it. “Do I have to call Fargo and have you taken offline for the night?” he growled, not even bothering to hide the aggravation in his voice.
“But, Sheriff Carter, your feelings for Dr. Blake have been quite obvious since you first-”
“That’s it! I’m calling Fargo!” he shouted, fumbling in his pocket for his PDA. He peeked over at Allison and mentally grimaced. Her dark eyes were dancing with mirth and her lips were pressed tightly together in an obvious effort not to laugh.
She gave him a good-natured shrug. “She’s happy for us.”
Rubbing an exasperated hand over the back of his head, Jack heaved a resigned sigh. In a way, Allison was right. Although S.A.R.A.H. had never explicitly said anything, he knew that the house had been just as aware as everyone else in town that he’d been in love with Allison since the very first day she’d walked into his life. In her own misguided, heavy-handed and highly unwelcome way, S.A.R.A.H. was just trying to express her elation at his newfound happiness. How could he possibly stay angry with her for that?
Besides, the sooner he acknowledged her good wishes, the sooner he and Allison could finally…consummate…their relationship.
Ugh…now she’s even got me saying it.
“S.A.R.A.H.?” Jack placed his hands on his hips and squinted up at the spotless white ceiling. “Thank you for your…um…support.” He tried to suppress a grimace, but wasn’t quite sure he’d succeeded. “I…uh…I mean we,”-he swept an arm in Allison’s direction-“really appreciate it.”
“You’re welcome, Sheriff!” S.A.R.A.H. said, sounding downright giddy by his affirmation. Unfortunately, she didn’t stop there. “I knew from the very beginning that you and Dr. Blake were meant for each other. In fact,” the house expounded, her tone turning serious as she warmed to her topic, “I never thought any of your previous girlfriends were good enough for you. And don’t get me started on your ex-wife-”
“S.A.R.A.H.!” Jack yelled, cutting her off and taking an aggravated step forward.
After a moment of pouty silence, S.A.R.A.H. said, “Good night, Sheriff Carter. Good night, Dr. Blake.”
“Yeah, yeah,” he mumbled, shoving his balled fists back into his pockets so hard, he was surprised they didn’t tear right through. “Good night.”
“Good night, S.A.R.A.H.,” Allison replied cheerfully. She gave him an amused look. “It’s good to know we have your house’s blessing.”
Jack’s eyes met hers across the expanse of the spacious room, his answering smile self-conscious, but warm. “Smart houses.” He gave her a nonchalant shrug. “Can’t live with them, can’t burn them to the ground because they have their own fire suppression systems.”
“I heard that,” S.A.R.A.H. immediately piped up, her tone distinctly disapproving.
He opened his mouth, a retort ready on his lips, but instantly closed it again at the sound of Allison’s voice.
“Jack-” she started, but he cut her off hurriedly.
“I know, I know,” Jack said quickly, mortified that the woman his sister was certain was his soul mate (and though he’d never admit it out loud, he did to) had just witnessed him arguing with his house. If that didn’t send Ally running from the bunker screaming, nothing would. “I’ll apologize to S.A.R.A.H. tomorrow-I promise.” A surge of panic twisted a knife in his gut as a sudden thought struck him. “Please tell me she didn’t spoil the mood. ‘Cause if she did-I swear-I’ll have her reprogrammed. I’ll have Zane download her AI into a computer in Siberia. I’ll-”
“Jack,” Allison said again, the sound of her low, sultry voice stopping him cold. Flashing him an impish grin, she slowly peeled off her silky white blouse and dropped it on top of her discarded jacket.
A sound like an explosion went off in Jack’s head and just like that, both S.A.R.A.H. and his embarrassment were forgotten as the entire world shifted on its axis. His blood instantly ran hot as his eyes locked onto the peach lace of her bra and the smooth expanse of sienna skin beneath. He gulped and managed to croak out a single word. “Wow.”
Allison put her hands behind her back, the movement causing her back to arch toward him as his eyes greedily drank in the sight of her. “What are you doing?” she asked, her tone more than a little amused when he just stood there gaping dumbly at her.
“Trying not to have a heart attack,” he answered truthfully, forcing his eyes back to hers. It had been one of the most blatantly honest things he’d ever said. Because the sight her bare skin was making his heart beat in such a syncopated rhythm in his chest, he was sure it was going to stop dead at any moment.
At least I’ll die happy, he thought, vaguely wondering what would happen when he finally got her glorious body completely naked. Spontaneous combustion?
“No, Jack.” Allison smiled softly and shook her head, causing her thick curtain of hair to shimmy and ripple like dark flames. “I meant, what are you doing way over there?” She raised her eyebrows and crooked a slender finger at him. “Come here, Sheriff.”
Jack grinned.
She didn’t have to tell him twice.
Author: fangirl_utopia
Fandom: Eureka
Pairing: Jack Carter/Allison Blake
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Not mine, though I'd be more than willing to take it since Comcast obviously doesn't want it.
Summary: After four long years, Jack and Allison finally take their relationship to the next level. Set immediately following the events in "The Ex-Files" 4x08.
Although it had been well over four years since Allison Blake had seen the inside of his bedroom, her feet carried her there as if it had been only yesterday. Hands shoved deep inside his pants pockets, Jack Carter trailed resolutely behind her, his mind going in about a dozen different directions at once. His rubber-soled shoes were silent on the thick carpet, his long-legged strides unmistakably eager, yet oddly hesitant at the same time.
Every muscle in his body was tight with tension as he focused all of his concentration on putting one foot in front of the other. It took far more effort than it should have, but he finally managed to force his clenched hands to relax and the knots in his shoulders to loosen.
God, he was nervous.
He supposed being on the verge of becoming intimate with the woman he’d been in love with for what seemed like forever would do that to a man, but the feeling was still slightly disconcerting. He didn’t want to be nervous, damn it! He wanted to be strong and self-assured; he wanted to please Ally like no one other man that had come before him. When they lay sated and spent and this milestone in their relationship was behind them, he wanted to have made such an overwhelming impact that he’d ruined her for any other man.
The sentiment was selfish and exceedingly arrogant, he knew, but he couldn’t help it. This moment had been four long, torturous years in the making; he wanted their first time to be perfect.
Flickering candles and rose petals perfect. Expensive wine and mood music perfect. The best sexual experience of their lives perfect. But of course, he should have known that one of his favorite recurring fantasies and reality would look nothing alike. This was Eureka after all, and in this town, nothing was ever that simple.
Ever.
Despite the crazy turn of events that had brought them to this moment, (the monster-sized irony that a typical Eureka disaster had been the catalyst for what was about to happen didn’t escape Jack at all) he could already feel his body beginning to harden at the mere thought of finally being inside her. The sudden, sharp tightening in his groin bordered on painful as he watched the rhythmic sway of her hips and imagined her shapely legs wrapped high around his waist. He managed to swallow a quiet groan as he tried his damnedest not to break into a run. The last thing he wanted to do was come off like some horny teenage boy about to get laid for the first time.
As if she could sense his growing ardor, Allison paused in his bedroom doorway and glanced over her shoulder at him. A small, mysterious smile lifted the corners of her full lips before she stepped over the threshold and disappeared from view. He was hot on her heels, noting somewhere in the back of his embarrassingly hazy mind that S.A.R.A.H., his smart-house/bunker/well-meaning pain in the ass, had turned the bedroom lights down to a soft intimate glow.
Inordinately pleased, Jack took back every horrible thought he’d ever had about his house over the past four years. And there’d been a lot. “Good girl,” he murmured quietly before saying aloud, “S.A.R.A.H.?”
“Yes, Sheriff Carter?” the house responded in the feminized Fargo voice that he still found slightly creepy even after all this time.
“Dr. Blake and I would like some privacy.” His eyes sought out Allison’s as she stopped in the middle of the room and slid her black jacket down her toned arms. She let it fall to the floor in a careless, rumpled heap, and though she was still fully dressed, the small gesture-and all that it signified-caused his heart to pound like a bass drum in his chest.
He took a deep breath in an attempt to control his racing heart and erratic breathing, but found it increasingly difficult to do either.
“Certainly, Sheriff.” The house paused for a moment. “Sheriff, your heart rate and breathing are elevated. I have also noticed that your dopamine levels are higher than normal and your pupils are dilated.” S.A.R.A.H. paused again then said matter-of-factly, “The physiological changes in your body suggest sexual arousal. Will you and Dr. Blake finally be consummating your relationship?”
The unexpected statement-coming from his house no less-was like stepping under the unforgiving spray of a cold shower. Jack’s eyes went wide, his gaze jerking away from Allison’s to stare wildly at the ceiling. “S.A.R.A.H.! What are you…?! Why would you…?!” he stuttered, the tips of his ears burning with embarrassment. He glared upward. “Is a little privacy too much to ask for? Without any commentary from the peanut gallery?”
“Certainly not, Sheriff.”
“Thank you,” Jack replied, although why he was thanking her, he had no idea. “And,” he tacked on as an afterthought, “unless Eureka is on the verge of blowing up or is being invaded by hostile aliens-I repeat…hostile aliens-we don’t want to be disturbed. Got it?”
“Got it!” S.A.R.A.H. replied then continued with a smile in her voice, “And may I tell you how happy I am that you and Dr. Blake have finally-”
“Stop!” Jack said loudly, cutting S.A.R.A.H. off in mid-sentence. “Just…stop!” He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. It suddenly occurred to him that his house was going to be the death of him one day. He was sure of it. “Do I have to call Fargo and have you taken offline for the night?” he growled, not even bothering to hide the aggravation in his voice.
“But, Sheriff Carter, your feelings for Dr. Blake have been quite obvious since you first-”
“That’s it! I’m calling Fargo!” he shouted, fumbling in his pocket for his PDA. He peeked over at Allison and mentally grimaced. Her dark eyes were dancing with mirth and her lips were pressed tightly together in an obvious effort not to laugh.
She gave him a good-natured shrug. “She’s happy for us.”
Rubbing an exasperated hand over the back of his head, Jack heaved a resigned sigh. In a way, Allison was right. Although S.A.R.A.H. had never explicitly said anything, he knew that the house had been just as aware as everyone else in town that he’d been in love with Allison since the very first day she’d walked into his life. In her own misguided, heavy-handed and highly unwelcome way, S.A.R.A.H. was just trying to express her elation at his newfound happiness. How could he possibly stay angry with her for that?
Besides, the sooner he acknowledged her good wishes, the sooner he and Allison could finally…consummate…their relationship.
Ugh…now she’s even got me saying it.
“S.A.R.A.H.?” Jack placed his hands on his hips and squinted up at the spotless white ceiling. “Thank you for your…um…support.” He tried to suppress a grimace, but wasn’t quite sure he’d succeeded. “I…uh…I mean we,”-he swept an arm in Allison’s direction-“really appreciate it.”
“You’re welcome, Sheriff!” S.A.R.A.H. said, sounding downright giddy by his affirmation. Unfortunately, she didn’t stop there. “I knew from the very beginning that you and Dr. Blake were meant for each other. In fact,” the house expounded, her tone turning serious as she warmed to her topic, “I never thought any of your previous girlfriends were good enough for you. And don’t get me started on your ex-wife-”
“S.A.R.A.H.!” Jack yelled, cutting her off and taking an aggravated step forward.
After a moment of pouty silence, S.A.R.A.H. said, “Good night, Sheriff Carter. Good night, Dr. Blake.”
“Yeah, yeah,” he mumbled, shoving his balled fists back into his pockets so hard, he was surprised they didn’t tear right through. “Good night.”
“Good night, S.A.R.A.H.,” Allison replied cheerfully. She gave him an amused look. “It’s good to know we have your house’s blessing.”
Jack’s eyes met hers across the expanse of the spacious room, his answering smile self-conscious, but warm. “Smart houses.” He gave her a nonchalant shrug. “Can’t live with them, can’t burn them to the ground because they have their own fire suppression systems.”
“I heard that,” S.A.R.A.H. immediately piped up, her tone distinctly disapproving.
He opened his mouth, a retort ready on his lips, but instantly closed it again at the sound of Allison’s voice.
“Jack-” she started, but he cut her off hurriedly.
“I know, I know,” Jack said quickly, mortified that the woman his sister was certain was his soul mate (and though he’d never admit it out loud, he did to) had just witnessed him arguing with his house. If that didn’t send Ally running from the bunker screaming, nothing would. “I’ll apologize to S.A.R.A.H. tomorrow-I promise.” A surge of panic twisted a knife in his gut as a sudden thought struck him. “Please tell me she didn’t spoil the mood. ‘Cause if she did-I swear-I’ll have her reprogrammed. I’ll have Zane download her AI into a computer in Siberia. I’ll-”
“Jack,” Allison said again, the sound of her low, sultry voice stopping him cold. Flashing him an impish grin, she slowly peeled off her silky white blouse and dropped it on top of her discarded jacket.
A sound like an explosion went off in Jack’s head and just like that, both S.A.R.A.H. and his embarrassment were forgotten as the entire world shifted on its axis. His blood instantly ran hot as his eyes locked onto the peach lace of her bra and the smooth expanse of sienna skin beneath. He gulped and managed to croak out a single word. “Wow.”
Allison put her hands behind her back, the movement causing her back to arch toward him as his eyes greedily drank in the sight of her. “What are you doing?” she asked, her tone more than a little amused when he just stood there gaping dumbly at her.
“Trying not to have a heart attack,” he answered truthfully, forcing his eyes back to hers. It had been one of the most blatantly honest things he’d ever said. Because the sight her bare skin was making his heart beat in such a syncopated rhythm in his chest, he was sure it was going to stop dead at any moment.
At least I’ll die happy, he thought, vaguely wondering what would happen when he finally got her glorious body completely naked. Spontaneous combustion?
“No, Jack.” Allison smiled softly and shook her head, causing her thick curtain of hair to shimmy and ripple like dark flames. “I meant, what are you doing way over there?” She raised her eyebrows and crooked a slender finger at him. “Come here, Sheriff.”
Jack grinned.
She didn’t have to tell him twice.