Following, Part Ten [Jack/Juliet] [R/NC-17] [WIP]
Title: Following (Part Ten)
Characters: Juliet, Jack, Charlotte, Daniel, Hurley, Bernard & Rose (so far)
Pairing: Juliet/Jack, hints of Charlotte/Daniel
Rating: R/NC-17 (This part is all about the sex and the language: don’t say I didn’t warn you!)
Spoilers: Season 4
A/N: Work is a total beast this month, and I have to vent somehow-or that’s my excuse for all the porn anyway. :) And this became so long that I have to continue it into the next chapter: Jack and Juliet kept insisting on angsting and getting all serious when I was just trying to get them to have sex. Let me know how/if you like it!
~~
He woke, blinking slowly in the dim light of Juliet’s bedroom. She was sitting on top of the covers on the other side of the bed, her face hidden by the worn book she was holding in front of it. It was cracked from reading, grey veins running up and down the spine so that the title was barely legible.
“The Stand?” He asked, squinting, his voice heavy with sleep.
She put the book down on the night table, her eyelashes gold under the light as she looked down at him.
“I’m trying to prepare myself. Whatever Daniel’s planning to tell us can’t be as bad as this,” she paused, “Or that’s what I’m telling myself, anyway.”
“I thought we were supposed to be meeting during the day,” he looked at the closed curtains, cautiously trying to move his stiff limbs. He felt like he hadn’t used them in decades.
“We were,” Juliet answered, “but this morning, Daniel came to tell me that we were going to have to hold off on explanations for the time being. Apparently he left some equipment back on the trail. He said he needs it to run some kind of experiment that will help him figure out exactly what’s going on.”
“You mean you let him leave camp?” Jack tried not to sound as anxious as he felt.
“Jack, I didn’t ‘let’ him do anything. He’s an adult: he can make his own decisions. And I think we’ve done enough threatening both of them at gunpoint.”
He sighed, looking at her skeptically.
“Do you think we can trust him?”
“I don’t know,” she returned, “but he left Charlotte here-he had to: she can’t walk those kind of distances right now without hurting herself. I don’t think he would leave her if he didn’t intend on coming back. And she really seemed like she didn’t want him to go, so I doubt it’s part of any plan they have.”
Jack closed his eyes briefly and nodded.
“So when is he supposed to get back?”
“Late. We agreed to meet at ten o’clock. It’s only five now.”
“How long did I sleep?”
“About sixteen hours, give or take a few minutes.”
“Are you serious?”
“Yeah. I should probably check on your stitches, speaking of which.” She stood up, stretching her arms over her head briefly. The lamplight passed warmly over her the outline of her body as she did, and he found himself transfixed by the sight. Longing washed over him, mixing with his regret as she moved to kneel at his side. His hand shook a little as he helped her lift the sheet.
“Wow,” she said, almost as soon as she had peeled the bandage off, her thumb stroking the reddened skin around his navel, “This looks incredible. I know the island improves healing, but-can you see?” she looked up at him suddenly and his eyes met hers.
“Uh-not very well,” he said distractedly, his eyes flicking down his own body for only a moment before they moved back to hers.
“Come on: I’ll help you sit up,” she offered, leaning forward, placing her hands on either side of him, “If it feels as good as it looks, you should be doing sit-ups by next week,” she said, and then her arms went around him, her hair falling over him, the gentle curves of her breasts right in front of his eyes.
“Hold onto me, ok? Let me do most of the work.”
“Ok,” he agreed, nodding over her shoulder, his mouth accidentally brushing against her skin as he did. He gasped, surprised by the pain when it pulled through him, even though it was not particularly severe: he had been too distracted to brace himself for it.
“Did it hurt badly? Are you alright?” Juliet asked, drawing away from him slowly. He nodded at her, still holding her arms.
“No-I mean, yeah: I’m ok.”
“Look,” she said, ignoring his confusion, touching his belly just far enough away from the stitches that it wouldn’t hurt. “Isn’t it amazing?” She didn’t seem to be aware that he hadn’t let go of her when he looked down to see the raised pink and red area over his hip. It looked good--much too good for only one day of healing. At any other time he would have dwelt on it, possibly even worried about what it meant, but now, he was more interested in her.
“Yeah,” he agreed slowly as he looked back up at her, his gaze traveling over her face, “it is pretty amazing.” He could see the change in her eyes, delicate and blue, the moment she understood him. He moved his hands down her arms uncertainly; when she didn’t flinch at the touch, he pulled her close.
“Thank you,” he squeezed his eyes shut, nuzzling her throat, his hand stroking through her hair.
He could feel her sigh against him and then she rested one hand tentatively over his back.
“God, Juliet, I’m sorry,” he whispered against her neck as soon as he felt the delicate pressure of her hand, “I just-I just wanted you to get off the island so badly. And when I realized that I was the one who kept you here-” he paused, swallowing painfully, “I was supposed to help you leave, not ruin your only chance of going home.”
“Jack,” she said softly over his shoulder, “You didn’t make me stay-it was my choice.” The pressure of her hand against his back increased; she began to move it comfortingly up and down his spine. Then she turned her face toward him, her cheek brushing his as she drew away slightly. He could feel the energy radiating from her, hot against his skin. “I’m not sorry,” she whispered, looking up into his eyes slowly, “If we were back there now, I-I’d do it again.”
“Juliet-” he squeezed her arm tightly, but it was like trying to resist a flood: it could not stop what she’d said from overtaking him.
“Your life is worth saving,” her voice trembled, her fingers moving through the stubble on his jaw as if she was trying to prove her point through the gentleness of her touch. He closed his eyes, his mouth opening as if he wanted to contradict her. Instead, he felt himself leaning forward, clutching her tightly, his lips brushing against her throat. His heart was pounding in his chest.
He didn’t speak for a long time; he felt unsteady, afraid of what he might say. She didn’t seem to be bothered by his silence. Her fingernails rasped over his skin softly, making him shiver against her. After a minute, his arms unwound, slipping down her back.
“I want to kiss you,” he admitted against her neck shakily, “but I think I need to brush my teeth first.”
She laughed quietly, her hand slipping up into his hair.
“I was going to ask you if you wanted to take a shower.”
“Are you trying to tell me something?” He smiled, releasing her and looking down at himself. His skin was gritty with two surgeries’ worth of sweat, and the bandages had left dark lines of adhesive all over his abdomen.
“I hate to be the one to break it to you, Jack, but you stink,” she answered affectionately, squeezing his shoulder.
~~
He gripped the sink with one hand as he drew the razor down his face with the other, his mouth still burning pleasantly with the mint of Juliet’s toothpaste.
Behind him, she was getting undressed. He could see her in the corner of the mirror as she lifted her tank top over her head and then she was slipping out of her bra too, her hair falling over her shoulders as she reached for the clasp.
He stopped moving when she took it off. She was wearing only her panties, and the bright light in the bathroom allowed him to see her body much more clearly than he had been able to in the jungle. His eyes moved over her, the razor in his hand forgotten.
Her breasts were full, her nipples pale pink, barely darker than the skin around them. He thought about how they had felt in his hands, how she had gasped, closing her eyes and arching up into his palms when he’d touched her.
“Hey,” he heard her say as she came up behind him suddenly, drawing him out of the memory, “Why’d you stop?” she gestured to his half-shaven face, casually running her hand down his back, “Are you trying to match your chest?” she smiled at him lopsidedly in the mirror.
“I don’t think that’s possible,” he said, looking at the strange, jagged lines on his abdomen.
“Probably not,” she laughed, and then raised her mouth to his shoulder, kissing him there tenderly, her hand travelling to his front to trace the uneven line of hair as if she were seeing it for the first time. His stomach twitched under the soft brush of her fingers and he felt his cock beginning to stir, already half-hard from thinking about her. But when she spoke again, he forgot about his own body.
“My hands were shaking,” she reflected, almost as if she didn’t mean for him to hear it. She was pressing her cheek against his shoulder and he couldn’t see her face in the mirror, “I’m surprised I didn’t take out your liver by accident,” she added softly. The sound of her voice made his chest ache.
“Juliet,” he turned in her arms to face her, leaving the razor on the side of the sink and hugging her as well as he could without hurting himself, “you did great.”
When she looked up, he was surprised to see tears in her eyes. “God, Jack, I was so worried about you,” her voice broke, then went thick, “Halfway through, I thought I had given you too much anesthesia-if Charlotte hadn’t yelled at me to keep going, I don’t know what I would have done-”
She squeezed her eyes shut for a moment and exhaled as if she was trying to stop herself from crying.
“You saved my life,” he cupped her face in his hand, wiping away the moisture under her eyes. He felt as though he was making it worse-at the wet touch of his thumb against her cheek, her eyes filled again. It was frustrating not to be able to crush her to him, envelop her the way he wanted to. He could only lean down toward her mouth instead. She blinked at him in surprise when he did, taking a deep, convulsive breath.
“I know we haven’t taken a shower yet, but am I clean enough to kiss you?” he murmured, barely touching his lips to hers.
She didn’t wait to answer-just pulled him closer, sealing her mouth over his.
He raised his hands over her back lightly, ghosting over her spine, letting her hold him to her and take what she wanted.
~~
“I’m going to smell like lavender now, aren’t I?” he looked at the bottle in his hand dubiously, setting it back down on the shelf, “Don’t you have any Dharma shampoo?”
“Dharma shampoo smells like cheap seventies’ cologne, Jack: why do you think I sent out for this stuff?” she put her hand on his shoulder, “Now, turn around.”
“I can probably do this myself, you know,” he said over his shoulder as he let her turn him around anyway, “There’s hardly any pull left in the stitches: they look like they’ve been healing for a week.” He could feel the cold shampoo hit the top of his head, and then Juliet was rubbing it through his hair, fingers scrubbing gently against his scalp. He flushed slightly: having her do this for him made him feel strangely shy.
“You’re right: they look great,” she admitted over his shoulder, “But that doesn’t mean there’s any need to push your luck: I don’t care if a lion jumps into the shower with us-I’ll be damned if I’m sewing you up again.” He laughed, closing his eyes and enjoying the contact as she scratched through the short hair at the back of his neck.
“Back up a little,” she said, her hand slipping down over his left side. He took a step backward and bumped into her just as the spray from the shower suddenly began needling through his hair, sending the shampoo streaming over his shoulders.
“I said ‘a little,” Juliet complained, but didn’t move away. Instead, he felt her palm flatten against his stomach, pulling him close carefully. Her whole body came flush with his at once, and he could feel her breasts and belly press softly against his back. Then she opened her mouth against the back of his neck, kissing him wetly, her tongue flicking out against his skin. His muscles contracted against her hand, his cock stiffened, and he gasped, almost choking on the water until she pushed them both out of it.
“And you’re worried about me washing my hair?” He said when he was finally able to speak, trying his best to sound outraged. It didn’t help that a second later, her hand had closed around him.
“Jack, just relax-”
“You keep telling me to relax,” he said, softly, biting his lip, “Don’t you understand that that doesn’t exactly work when you have your hand on my-ah-“ he groaned, the words falling away from him as she squeezed him. He was throbbing as though it had been months since the last time she'd touched him.
“All I mean is that you don’t have to move,” she explained, the sound of her voice warm in his ear, “It won’t hurt you-just let me-“ Her hand began stroking him, and he instantly forgot any reason he might have had for objecting to it in the first place.
He closed his eyes, pushing blindly into her hand. The pressure was exquisite, and the soft way that her naked body was brushing against his back was driving him crazy. He groaned as he thrust into her fist, wanting to turn around so he could see her, but unwilling to stop moving. Instead, he found himself trying to visualize exactly the way her body had looked in the mirror earlier, the delicate white curves of her breasts as she’d leaned over in front of him to take off her panties. He squeezed his eyes shut as the image moved before him.
When she leaned against him, her hardened nipples pressing into his back, he gasped, his body tensing and tightening under her fingers, the pleasure becoming so intense that it was almost like pain.
“Relax, Jack,” she whispered in his ear. Then she was sucking on his earlobe, and there was something about the perversity of it-the heat of her mouth and the teasing words-that broke him, his nerves short-circuiting as he surged against her hand. He came for what seemed like forever, the pleasure drawn out as she stroked him; for one dangerous moment, he felt close to blacking out. He slumped forward slightly when he had finished, pressing one hand against the wall of the shower to hold himself upright.
“Jesus,” he groaned, breathing hard. Her arms were still around him, her hand rubbing his stomach soothingly.
“Are you ok?” she asked affectionately, dropping a soft kiss on his shoulder.
“I’ll tell you in a minute,” he panted, and she giggled. The free, easy sound of it surprised him, made him turn to look at her curiously.
She was smiling at him through the steam. He reached for her, his hand closing around her waist.
“Next time, let me know before you ambush me, ok?” he said, leaning down to kiss her. Their mouths met several times, slowly and lightly as he put his arms around her and his hand moved up to one of her breasts, unable to resist touching her now that she was facing him, “I can make sure to do something for you first.”
“Don’t worry about it, Jack, I-” she hesitated uncharacteristically as she looked up into his eyes, “I’ve wanted to do that for a long time.”
“What?” he asked, puzzled, his hand pausing on her breast, “You've wanted to give me a hand job in the shower?” The words came out automatically, a product of genuine bewilderment. After he realized what he’d said, his face went hot. He was surprised to see that she was blushing too.
“Yeah-I mean, no: not exactly that, but-when we-when the Others,” she corrected herself, “were keeping you in the Hydra, I sometimes thought about you,” she smiled gently at her own embarrassment, “I wanted to get you out of that cell, help clean you up: I wanted to make you feel better-”
“And by ‘feel better,’ you mean-“
She nodded at him slowly, pressing her cheek against his neck.
“You had fantasies about me.”
“Yeah,” she breathed against his throat, “That doesn’t bother you, does it?”
“No,” he answered immediately, shaking his head, “I um-I thought about you too.”
“You did? But Jack, you said-”
“I was angry. I didn’t want to admit that you were getting to me.”
“Oh,” she said, sounding surprised as she pulled away, “What was the-I mean-what did you want to do?”
“Um-" he colored again, "lots of things."
"Like what?"
"I-” he went even redder as he trailed off, searching her face to see if she was teasing him, but when he met her eyes, she was looking at him with genuine curiosity, her own face flushed, her pupils dilated.
When his hand flexed over her breast, she breathed in sharply, her eyes closing. “Would you mind if I told you later?” he whispered in her ear, his hand trailing down her body, coming to rest against her thigh, “There’s uh-there’s something I want to do first.”
~~
Part Eleven
Characters: Juliet, Jack, Charlotte, Daniel, Hurley, Bernard & Rose (so far)
Pairing: Juliet/Jack, hints of Charlotte/Daniel
Rating: R/NC-17 (This part is all about the sex and the language: don’t say I didn’t warn you!)
Spoilers: Season 4
A/N: Work is a total beast this month, and I have to vent somehow-or that’s my excuse for all the porn anyway. :) And this became so long that I have to continue it into the next chapter: Jack and Juliet kept insisting on angsting and getting all serious when I was just trying to get them to have sex. Let me know how/if you like it!
~~
He woke, blinking slowly in the dim light of Juliet’s bedroom. She was sitting on top of the covers on the other side of the bed, her face hidden by the worn book she was holding in front of it. It was cracked from reading, grey veins running up and down the spine so that the title was barely legible.
“The Stand?” He asked, squinting, his voice heavy with sleep.
She put the book down on the night table, her eyelashes gold under the light as she looked down at him.
“I’m trying to prepare myself. Whatever Daniel’s planning to tell us can’t be as bad as this,” she paused, “Or that’s what I’m telling myself, anyway.”
“I thought we were supposed to be meeting during the day,” he looked at the closed curtains, cautiously trying to move his stiff limbs. He felt like he hadn’t used them in decades.
“We were,” Juliet answered, “but this morning, Daniel came to tell me that we were going to have to hold off on explanations for the time being. Apparently he left some equipment back on the trail. He said he needs it to run some kind of experiment that will help him figure out exactly what’s going on.”
“You mean you let him leave camp?” Jack tried not to sound as anxious as he felt.
“Jack, I didn’t ‘let’ him do anything. He’s an adult: he can make his own decisions. And I think we’ve done enough threatening both of them at gunpoint.”
He sighed, looking at her skeptically.
“Do you think we can trust him?”
“I don’t know,” she returned, “but he left Charlotte here-he had to: she can’t walk those kind of distances right now without hurting herself. I don’t think he would leave her if he didn’t intend on coming back. And she really seemed like she didn’t want him to go, so I doubt it’s part of any plan they have.”
Jack closed his eyes briefly and nodded.
“So when is he supposed to get back?”
“Late. We agreed to meet at ten o’clock. It’s only five now.”
“How long did I sleep?”
“About sixteen hours, give or take a few minutes.”
“Are you serious?”
“Yeah. I should probably check on your stitches, speaking of which.” She stood up, stretching her arms over her head briefly. The lamplight passed warmly over her the outline of her body as she did, and he found himself transfixed by the sight. Longing washed over him, mixing with his regret as she moved to kneel at his side. His hand shook a little as he helped her lift the sheet.
“Wow,” she said, almost as soon as she had peeled the bandage off, her thumb stroking the reddened skin around his navel, “This looks incredible. I know the island improves healing, but-can you see?” she looked up at him suddenly and his eyes met hers.
“Uh-not very well,” he said distractedly, his eyes flicking down his own body for only a moment before they moved back to hers.
“Come on: I’ll help you sit up,” she offered, leaning forward, placing her hands on either side of him, “If it feels as good as it looks, you should be doing sit-ups by next week,” she said, and then her arms went around him, her hair falling over him, the gentle curves of her breasts right in front of his eyes.
“Hold onto me, ok? Let me do most of the work.”
“Ok,” he agreed, nodding over her shoulder, his mouth accidentally brushing against her skin as he did. He gasped, surprised by the pain when it pulled through him, even though it was not particularly severe: he had been too distracted to brace himself for it.
“Did it hurt badly? Are you alright?” Juliet asked, drawing away from him slowly. He nodded at her, still holding her arms.
“No-I mean, yeah: I’m ok.”
“Look,” she said, ignoring his confusion, touching his belly just far enough away from the stitches that it wouldn’t hurt. “Isn’t it amazing?” She didn’t seem to be aware that he hadn’t let go of her when he looked down to see the raised pink and red area over his hip. It looked good--much too good for only one day of healing. At any other time he would have dwelt on it, possibly even worried about what it meant, but now, he was more interested in her.
“Yeah,” he agreed slowly as he looked back up at her, his gaze traveling over her face, “it is pretty amazing.” He could see the change in her eyes, delicate and blue, the moment she understood him. He moved his hands down her arms uncertainly; when she didn’t flinch at the touch, he pulled her close.
“Thank you,” he squeezed his eyes shut, nuzzling her throat, his hand stroking through her hair.
He could feel her sigh against him and then she rested one hand tentatively over his back.
“God, Juliet, I’m sorry,” he whispered against her neck as soon as he felt the delicate pressure of her hand, “I just-I just wanted you to get off the island so badly. And when I realized that I was the one who kept you here-” he paused, swallowing painfully, “I was supposed to help you leave, not ruin your only chance of going home.”
“Jack,” she said softly over his shoulder, “You didn’t make me stay-it was my choice.” The pressure of her hand against his back increased; she began to move it comfortingly up and down his spine. Then she turned her face toward him, her cheek brushing his as she drew away slightly. He could feel the energy radiating from her, hot against his skin. “I’m not sorry,” she whispered, looking up into his eyes slowly, “If we were back there now, I-I’d do it again.”
“Juliet-” he squeezed her arm tightly, but it was like trying to resist a flood: it could not stop what she’d said from overtaking him.
“Your life is worth saving,” her voice trembled, her fingers moving through the stubble on his jaw as if she was trying to prove her point through the gentleness of her touch. He closed his eyes, his mouth opening as if he wanted to contradict her. Instead, he felt himself leaning forward, clutching her tightly, his lips brushing against her throat. His heart was pounding in his chest.
He didn’t speak for a long time; he felt unsteady, afraid of what he might say. She didn’t seem to be bothered by his silence. Her fingernails rasped over his skin softly, making him shiver against her. After a minute, his arms unwound, slipping down her back.
“I want to kiss you,” he admitted against her neck shakily, “but I think I need to brush my teeth first.”
She laughed quietly, her hand slipping up into his hair.
“I was going to ask you if you wanted to take a shower.”
“Are you trying to tell me something?” He smiled, releasing her and looking down at himself. His skin was gritty with two surgeries’ worth of sweat, and the bandages had left dark lines of adhesive all over his abdomen.
“I hate to be the one to break it to you, Jack, but you stink,” she answered affectionately, squeezing his shoulder.
~~
He gripped the sink with one hand as he drew the razor down his face with the other, his mouth still burning pleasantly with the mint of Juliet’s toothpaste.
Behind him, she was getting undressed. He could see her in the corner of the mirror as she lifted her tank top over her head and then she was slipping out of her bra too, her hair falling over her shoulders as she reached for the clasp.
He stopped moving when she took it off. She was wearing only her panties, and the bright light in the bathroom allowed him to see her body much more clearly than he had been able to in the jungle. His eyes moved over her, the razor in his hand forgotten.
Her breasts were full, her nipples pale pink, barely darker than the skin around them. He thought about how they had felt in his hands, how she had gasped, closing her eyes and arching up into his palms when he’d touched her.
“Hey,” he heard her say as she came up behind him suddenly, drawing him out of the memory, “Why’d you stop?” she gestured to his half-shaven face, casually running her hand down his back, “Are you trying to match your chest?” she smiled at him lopsidedly in the mirror.
“I don’t think that’s possible,” he said, looking at the strange, jagged lines on his abdomen.
“Probably not,” she laughed, and then raised her mouth to his shoulder, kissing him there tenderly, her hand travelling to his front to trace the uneven line of hair as if she were seeing it for the first time. His stomach twitched under the soft brush of her fingers and he felt his cock beginning to stir, already half-hard from thinking about her. But when she spoke again, he forgot about his own body.
“My hands were shaking,” she reflected, almost as if she didn’t mean for him to hear it. She was pressing her cheek against his shoulder and he couldn’t see her face in the mirror, “I’m surprised I didn’t take out your liver by accident,” she added softly. The sound of her voice made his chest ache.
“Juliet,” he turned in her arms to face her, leaving the razor on the side of the sink and hugging her as well as he could without hurting himself, “you did great.”
When she looked up, he was surprised to see tears in her eyes. “God, Jack, I was so worried about you,” her voice broke, then went thick, “Halfway through, I thought I had given you too much anesthesia-if Charlotte hadn’t yelled at me to keep going, I don’t know what I would have done-”
She squeezed her eyes shut for a moment and exhaled as if she was trying to stop herself from crying.
“You saved my life,” he cupped her face in his hand, wiping away the moisture under her eyes. He felt as though he was making it worse-at the wet touch of his thumb against her cheek, her eyes filled again. It was frustrating not to be able to crush her to him, envelop her the way he wanted to. He could only lean down toward her mouth instead. She blinked at him in surprise when he did, taking a deep, convulsive breath.
“I know we haven’t taken a shower yet, but am I clean enough to kiss you?” he murmured, barely touching his lips to hers.
She didn’t wait to answer-just pulled him closer, sealing her mouth over his.
He raised his hands over her back lightly, ghosting over her spine, letting her hold him to her and take what she wanted.
~~
“I’m going to smell like lavender now, aren’t I?” he looked at the bottle in his hand dubiously, setting it back down on the shelf, “Don’t you have any Dharma shampoo?”
“Dharma shampoo smells like cheap seventies’ cologne, Jack: why do you think I sent out for this stuff?” she put her hand on his shoulder, “Now, turn around.”
“I can probably do this myself, you know,” he said over his shoulder as he let her turn him around anyway, “There’s hardly any pull left in the stitches: they look like they’ve been healing for a week.” He could feel the cold shampoo hit the top of his head, and then Juliet was rubbing it through his hair, fingers scrubbing gently against his scalp. He flushed slightly: having her do this for him made him feel strangely shy.
“You’re right: they look great,” she admitted over his shoulder, “But that doesn’t mean there’s any need to push your luck: I don’t care if a lion jumps into the shower with us-I’ll be damned if I’m sewing you up again.” He laughed, closing his eyes and enjoying the contact as she scratched through the short hair at the back of his neck.
“Back up a little,” she said, her hand slipping down over his left side. He took a step backward and bumped into her just as the spray from the shower suddenly began needling through his hair, sending the shampoo streaming over his shoulders.
“I said ‘a little,” Juliet complained, but didn’t move away. Instead, he felt her palm flatten against his stomach, pulling him close carefully. Her whole body came flush with his at once, and he could feel her breasts and belly press softly against his back. Then she opened her mouth against the back of his neck, kissing him wetly, her tongue flicking out against his skin. His muscles contracted against her hand, his cock stiffened, and he gasped, almost choking on the water until she pushed them both out of it.
“And you’re worried about me washing my hair?” He said when he was finally able to speak, trying his best to sound outraged. It didn’t help that a second later, her hand had closed around him.
“Jack, just relax-”
“You keep telling me to relax,” he said, softly, biting his lip, “Don’t you understand that that doesn’t exactly work when you have your hand on my-ah-“ he groaned, the words falling away from him as she squeezed him. He was throbbing as though it had been months since the last time she'd touched him.
“All I mean is that you don’t have to move,” she explained, the sound of her voice warm in his ear, “It won’t hurt you-just let me-“ Her hand began stroking him, and he instantly forgot any reason he might have had for objecting to it in the first place.
He closed his eyes, pushing blindly into her hand. The pressure was exquisite, and the soft way that her naked body was brushing against his back was driving him crazy. He groaned as he thrust into her fist, wanting to turn around so he could see her, but unwilling to stop moving. Instead, he found himself trying to visualize exactly the way her body had looked in the mirror earlier, the delicate white curves of her breasts as she’d leaned over in front of him to take off her panties. He squeezed his eyes shut as the image moved before him.
When she leaned against him, her hardened nipples pressing into his back, he gasped, his body tensing and tightening under her fingers, the pleasure becoming so intense that it was almost like pain.
“Relax, Jack,” she whispered in his ear. Then she was sucking on his earlobe, and there was something about the perversity of it-the heat of her mouth and the teasing words-that broke him, his nerves short-circuiting as he surged against her hand. He came for what seemed like forever, the pleasure drawn out as she stroked him; for one dangerous moment, he felt close to blacking out. He slumped forward slightly when he had finished, pressing one hand against the wall of the shower to hold himself upright.
“Jesus,” he groaned, breathing hard. Her arms were still around him, her hand rubbing his stomach soothingly.
“Are you ok?” she asked affectionately, dropping a soft kiss on his shoulder.
“I’ll tell you in a minute,” he panted, and she giggled. The free, easy sound of it surprised him, made him turn to look at her curiously.
She was smiling at him through the steam. He reached for her, his hand closing around her waist.
“Next time, let me know before you ambush me, ok?” he said, leaning down to kiss her. Their mouths met several times, slowly and lightly as he put his arms around her and his hand moved up to one of her breasts, unable to resist touching her now that she was facing him, “I can make sure to do something for you first.”
“Don’t worry about it, Jack, I-” she hesitated uncharacteristically as she looked up into his eyes, “I’ve wanted to do that for a long time.”
“What?” he asked, puzzled, his hand pausing on her breast, “You've wanted to give me a hand job in the shower?” The words came out automatically, a product of genuine bewilderment. After he realized what he’d said, his face went hot. He was surprised to see that she was blushing too.
“Yeah-I mean, no: not exactly that, but-when we-when the Others,” she corrected herself, “were keeping you in the Hydra, I sometimes thought about you,” she smiled gently at her own embarrassment, “I wanted to get you out of that cell, help clean you up: I wanted to make you feel better-”
“And by ‘feel better,’ you mean-“
She nodded at him slowly, pressing her cheek against his neck.
“You had fantasies about me.”
“Yeah,” she breathed against his throat, “That doesn’t bother you, does it?”
“No,” he answered immediately, shaking his head, “I um-I thought about you too.”
“You did? But Jack, you said-”
“I was angry. I didn’t want to admit that you were getting to me.”
“Oh,” she said, sounding surprised as she pulled away, “What was the-I mean-what did you want to do?”
“Um-" he colored again, "lots of things."
"Like what?"
"I-” he went even redder as he trailed off, searching her face to see if she was teasing him, but when he met her eyes, she was looking at him with genuine curiosity, her own face flushed, her pupils dilated.
When his hand flexed over her breast, she breathed in sharply, her eyes closing. “Would you mind if I told you later?” he whispered in her ear, his hand trailing down her body, coming to rest against her thigh, “There’s uh-there’s something I want to do first.”
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Part Eleven