AUTHORS NOTE: I know you've waited months for me to upload this second chapter and it's actually lame as but I think it gives the story a nice end and besides any excuse to write smut for our babies. Lee, do not read this when with parents.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own the characters or damn this would actually be a p0rn scene in an episode!

[Alive]

When the door to her apartment slammed that night, Jackie jumped and she felt even more worried when the lights were flicked off. She stood up from her seat, her hand reaching for the lamp that sat on the table next to the couch but someone took hold of her wrist. She could sense straight it was him just from how her body reacted when he was near and from the scent of his strong aftershave but something tonight made her feel uneasy. "What are you doing?" She whispered as she dropped the lamp, trying to release her hand from his vice grip.

"No talking," he said in a harsh tone of voice and her eyes closed as she felt afraid. What was he doing? "You said you needed passion and that today you felt alive," he whispered as his hand harshly rubbed down the side of her body and she was ashamed to admit that yes, her skin did burn under the touch.

"Robbie, I didn't mean for that..." she stopped talking as he harshly pressed his lips against hers, his teeth nipping at the flesh and it wasn't long before a familiar metallic taste swept into her mouth but that didn't stop the kiss. It turned her on even more as she pushed against his shoulders.

Backing her up against the wall, he ripped off her blouse allowing the buttons to go flying everywhere. The scrap of material also cast aside, neglected. His teeth grazed her jaw leaving a faint red mark behind, his lips connected to the pulse point on her neck. She arched her head back allowing him more access, her lower body thrusting against him when he sucked so hard on the pulse point she had to whimper. The pain was pleasant, she knew it was wrong to admit but she was enjoying this. She was completely turned on.

His lips ran down the lace of her bra, his hand roughly taking the right one and he squeezed it, hard. She moaned against his neck, her back arching as if the body wanted for him to take more. He found himself smiling as he suckled on the left nipple through the lace of the bra before biting down on it. She gasped, her whole body now on fire as she ran her fingers through his hair.

"Robbie," she pleaded against him and he looked up at her, eyebrows knitted in confusion. Their lovemaking normally had a slow build up but he could see the glow in her cheeks, the shortness of breath and he found himself smiling. She was so close to letting go and all he'd done was tease her neck and nipples. He bit down on the nipple again and smiled evilly at the loud moan she released. "Please," she pleaded again and he didn't have the heart to tell her that he was supposed to be in charge.

Undoing her trousers, he didn't even bother to move them away before sliding his hand down and forcing a finger into her. She gasped at the intrusion, her muscles tightening around him as her fingertips dug into his shoulders. "Robbie," she gasped biting down on his shoulder, her head feeling light. Her heart was racing, her whole body getting tight as she knew that all he'd have to do is move his finger once and she'd lose complete control.

Moving the finger, he listened to her panting as she called his name. She moved against him, seeking for the finger to be buried deeper in her. He bit down on the flesh at her neck where he'd already marked before rubbing the pad of his thumb against her clit. That was it, the end game. She screamed out his name and her whole body spasmed against him. Riding it out, he smiled as he pressed loving kisses against her skin that glistened with sweet tasting sweat.

"I want you," she said aggressively undoing him from his trousers, her hands pulling them down before she moved her own pants away. He looked at her and was about to voice his opinion of moving it into the bedroom but at that minute she touched him and he nearly collapsed. She directed him into her, her arms wrapping around his neck as he slammed her once again up again the wall. The pattern was quick, fast and she knew that they'd both regret this in the morning but right now it was about this moment, this connection.

Running her fingernails softly down his back, her second orgasm near and she could tell his was close too so she leant in and whispered, "I love you." He looked up at her, the pattern getting faster as he pressed his hands to the wall at either side of her head. He found himself smiling before he pressed another bruising kiss to her lips, his hands moving back to support her bum and she knew the grip would leave fingerprint bruises but she enjoyed knowing that. She enjoyed knowing that every mark he left on her tonight screamed that she was his.

Screaming out each other's names, they rode out their orgasm and she clung to him as he helped them both down on to the carpet she kept in front of the fireplace. She rolled over and rested against his chest. "You didn't need to do that," she whispered and he found himself smiling at her as his fingertip pressed at the nasty cut on her lip. He'd put sugar on it later but for now he just wanted the snuggling.

"I'd do anything to make sure that my hooker feels alive," he said and she burst out laughing. She had enjoyed working the red light district but this was much better. She enjoyed having a John that she could call her own, a guy that would literally go against every rule he had just to make sure she was alive and happy. She smiled as she leant in and bit on the muscle just above his nipple, smiling at his moan.

"It seems I'm not the only one that likes violent play."

"I think it's time for round two," he said rolling her over and straddling her, smiling at her laughter. This night could only get better.