The Inevitable, Chapter 1
Title: The Inevitable, Chapter 1
Fandom: Law & Order
Character: Jack McCoy
Rating: T
Word Count: 964
Summary:
A/N: Jack is Dick’s. ‘She’ is mine. This was my first ever fanfic. It came to me in a dream and at the time I didn’t even know who ‘she’ was.
The Inevitable, Chapter 1
She felt awkward standing there in the living room.
“Jack?”
He turned to her with a quizzical look. The warmth in his eyes never ceased to amaze her.
“Thanks, again.”
Sincerity flowed from the younger woman and at that moment Jack felt the urge to reach out to her. He thought better of it.
“Anytime.” he said with a smile, but he couldn’t seem to make himself turn to continue leaving.
Taking a couple of steps closer she began, “I just... Well, I...”
Her proximity to the much older man’s warmth both literally and figuratively suddenly made coherent thinking very difficult. This was something she’d began to expect while around Jack McCoy. Feeling self-conscious and brave all at the same time she reached up and softly kissed the DA’s cheek. Pulling away, but keeping within inches of him she looked into his eyes hoping she wasn’t crossing a line she’d regret.
Jack was more than a little taken aback by the kiss. Much to his surprise he found himself not only wanting to continue the embrace, but needing to. He bent down and found her mouth with his. Her body went rigid and for a second Jack began to wonder if he’d miss read her actions. Soon her mouth began to move against his and her arms entwined themselves around his neck. Jack knew there was no going back for either of them.
They stood there kissing in her living room for what seemed like hours. His arms wrapped snuggly around her small waist. Her fingers ran through his more salt than pepper hair. Suddenly she was with her back against the door-grateful for the stability it created. With one firm hand on her hip Jack reached up and caressed her neck with tenderness. Their mouths and tongues twisted around one another expertly. Often in the last few weeks as they’d grown closer she had wondered what Jack McCoy’s kisses would be like. His charm was undeniable, but she found it hard to reconcile the reputation of a womanizing prosecutor with the man she’d come to know. She knew she’d let his age obscure her view. Now as his mouth moved to her neck and his hand slid under her blouse making contact with her skin she knew-this is was the real charm of Jack McCoy. Never had she been kissed with such intense passion yet such gentle attentiveness. Like the fervor of a teenager and the ease of a man who knew he had all night were rolled into one. He made her feel like she was the only woman he ever wanted. She was putty in Jack’s hands and there was nothing she could do about it-not that she wanted to.
When he made contact with the warm skin beneath her blouse she let out a soft moan into Jack’s ear. His longing for her increased immensely. It had been a long time since a woman had stirred such passion in him. Certainly he’d had several relationships in the last few years, but this was something he hadn’t felt in quite awhile. He knew he was too old for this sort of thing. He had long abandoned the actions that earned him the reputation he still held. The years had changed him and now with his elevated position at One Hogan Place liaisons could be dangerous. He hated that he had to consider things such as scandal, but what he hated more was knowing he had no control over this longing. He couldn’t ignore it anymore. He returned his mouth to hers as his hand slowly moved up her torso. Her breath caught in anticipation.
BANG! BANG! The door beneath them rattled and they were both startled back to reality.
“Takeout...”she mumbled confused and breathless. “I ordered takeout before you came.”
Jack smiled, pleased with the pink flush of her cheeks.
“I’ll meet you in the bedroom.” he said with a chuckle, very sure of himself.
As he strode down the hallway she couldn’t help but notice the DA’s swagger. She’d seen it before just not in this context-walking out of a courtroom after a big win, yes; walking down the hallway to her bedroom, no. It tickled her slightly.
BANG! BANG!
“Takeout! Right...”
********
“Well I hope you’re hungry later.” she said as she walked into the bedroom.
Jack was sitting there on her bed barefoot, in his jeans, shirt unbuttoned. He smiled at her surprise, not a huge smile, but enough that it touched his eyes. She loved that. She wondered what would happen after they crossed this line. Was she just another conquest or was it different with her? She wanted to believe the latter, but her brain told her otherwise. But for tonight she’d just pretend. She’d pretend that she was the only woman he ever wanted and these were the first of many touches; pretend he’d always look at her with those smiling eyes.
In moments like these Jack always compared women to her. It was far from fair-he knew that, but nonetheless. She wasn’t a classic beauty like Claire. You’d never catch her in a string of pearls on a Wednesday. Her beauty was more subtle, but she was most definitely beautiful. As she walked towards him he felt something-butterflies!! Jack McCoy had butterflies! The look on her faced wasn’t seductive. It was confident, but more vulnerable than anything. He didn’t want to hurt her. It always seemed to be inevitable though-the pain he caused the women in his life. Never intentional, but always inevitable. But for now he’d just pretend. He’d pretend he wouldn’t disappoint her; pretend she wouldn’t hate him in the end.
But who knows? Maybe there is a ‘happily ever after’ for him. Hell, he’s Jack McCoy. Who knows?
Maybe.
Fandom: Law & Order
Character: Jack McCoy
Rating: T
Word Count: 964
Summary:
A/N: Jack is Dick’s. ‘She’ is mine. This was my first ever fanfic. It came to me in a dream and at the time I didn’t even know who ‘she’ was.
The Inevitable, Chapter 1
She felt awkward standing there in the living room.
“Jack?”
He turned to her with a quizzical look. The warmth in his eyes never ceased to amaze her.
“Thanks, again.”
Sincerity flowed from the younger woman and at that moment Jack felt the urge to reach out to her. He thought better of it.
“Anytime.” he said with a smile, but he couldn’t seem to make himself turn to continue leaving.
Taking a couple of steps closer she began, “I just... Well, I...”
Her proximity to the much older man’s warmth both literally and figuratively suddenly made coherent thinking very difficult. This was something she’d began to expect while around Jack McCoy. Feeling self-conscious and brave all at the same time she reached up and softly kissed the DA’s cheek. Pulling away, but keeping within inches of him she looked into his eyes hoping she wasn’t crossing a line she’d regret.
Jack was more than a little taken aback by the kiss. Much to his surprise he found himself not only wanting to continue the embrace, but needing to. He bent down and found her mouth with his. Her body went rigid and for a second Jack began to wonder if he’d miss read her actions. Soon her mouth began to move against his and her arms entwined themselves around his neck. Jack knew there was no going back for either of them.
They stood there kissing in her living room for what seemed like hours. His arms wrapped snuggly around her small waist. Her fingers ran through his more salt than pepper hair. Suddenly she was with her back against the door-grateful for the stability it created. With one firm hand on her hip Jack reached up and caressed her neck with tenderness. Their mouths and tongues twisted around one another expertly. Often in the last few weeks as they’d grown closer she had wondered what Jack McCoy’s kisses would be like. His charm was undeniable, but she found it hard to reconcile the reputation of a womanizing prosecutor with the man she’d come to know. She knew she’d let his age obscure her view. Now as his mouth moved to her neck and his hand slid under her blouse making contact with her skin she knew-this is was the real charm of Jack McCoy. Never had she been kissed with such intense passion yet such gentle attentiveness. Like the fervor of a teenager and the ease of a man who knew he had all night were rolled into one. He made her feel like she was the only woman he ever wanted. She was putty in Jack’s hands and there was nothing she could do about it-not that she wanted to.
When he made contact with the warm skin beneath her blouse she let out a soft moan into Jack’s ear. His longing for her increased immensely. It had been a long time since a woman had stirred such passion in him. Certainly he’d had several relationships in the last few years, but this was something he hadn’t felt in quite awhile. He knew he was too old for this sort of thing. He had long abandoned the actions that earned him the reputation he still held. The years had changed him and now with his elevated position at One Hogan Place liaisons could be dangerous. He hated that he had to consider things such as scandal, but what he hated more was knowing he had no control over this longing. He couldn’t ignore it anymore. He returned his mouth to hers as his hand slowly moved up her torso. Her breath caught in anticipation.
BANG! BANG! The door beneath them rattled and they were both startled back to reality.
“Takeout...”she mumbled confused and breathless. “I ordered takeout before you came.”
Jack smiled, pleased with the pink flush of her cheeks.
“I’ll meet you in the bedroom.” he said with a chuckle, very sure of himself.
As he strode down the hallway she couldn’t help but notice the DA’s swagger. She’d seen it before just not in this context-walking out of a courtroom after a big win, yes; walking down the hallway to her bedroom, no. It tickled her slightly.
BANG! BANG!
“Takeout! Right...”
********
“Well I hope you’re hungry later.” she said as she walked into the bedroom.
Jack was sitting there on her bed barefoot, in his jeans, shirt unbuttoned. He smiled at her surprise, not a huge smile, but enough that it touched his eyes. She loved that. She wondered what would happen after they crossed this line. Was she just another conquest or was it different with her? She wanted to believe the latter, but her brain told her otherwise. But for tonight she’d just pretend. She’d pretend that she was the only woman he ever wanted and these were the first of many touches; pretend he’d always look at her with those smiling eyes.
In moments like these Jack always compared women to her. It was far from fair-he knew that, but nonetheless. She wasn’t a classic beauty like Claire. You’d never catch her in a string of pearls on a Wednesday. Her beauty was more subtle, but she was most definitely beautiful. As she walked towards him he felt something-butterflies!! Jack McCoy had butterflies! The look on her faced wasn’t seductive. It was confident, but more vulnerable than anything. He didn’t want to hurt her. It always seemed to be inevitable though-the pain he caused the women in his life. Never intentional, but always inevitable. But for now he’d just pretend. He’d pretend he wouldn’t disappoint her; pretend she wouldn’t hate him in the end.
But who knows? Maybe there is a ‘happily ever after’ for him. Hell, he’s Jack McCoy. Who knows?
Maybe.