After their impromptu mid-day work out, a nap had seemed like a good idea. Neither had felt like moving much, so, with a little judicious stretching, Jack managed to snag the edge of one of the light sheets and tug it over their slowly cooling bodies. The sleep they found was both deep and peaceful, a rare commodity for either of them.

Chloe woke first, feeling a sense of warmth and contentment even before she registered the unfamiliar weight of a head resting on her chest and an arm draped over her belly. An instinctive blush flooded her face as she recalled exactly what she had been doing only a short time earlier. Jack's warm breath, ghosting over her right nipple with each exhale wasn't helping her gather her wits any. If anything, it was addling her more…in a good way.

Glancing down, she had to smile. This was something very rare indeed…Jack Bauer at rest. There was something about the man that was simply kinetic, always in motion, a real man of action - not like those clichéd movie heroes.

But there he was, sleeping and still, curled up against her side. One of his sturdy thighs was locked between her own, the coarse golden hair tickling her smoother skin. She spared a second to thank whatever God might be listening that she hadn't stopped shaving her legs when it seemed unlikely anyone would be touching them. Then again, Jack probably wouldn't be put off by a little hair but it made her feel better.

As she lay there, his leg moved and she felt a tingle in her belly despite pleasant, lingering soreness of out of practice muscles and the not so pleasant dried fluids on her thighs.

And dead lord, was she glad she'd stayed on her birth control. They hadn't exactly taken the time to practice safe sex, something she had always been very adamant about. She'd never had unprotected sex outside of her marriages and even then never without the security of being on the pill…and after their surprise with Prescott, Morris had gotten a little snip.

She didn't think the world was ready to have another Bauer unleashed upon it. Then again, a child with their combined DNA might be capable of becoming supreme overlord of Earth or something. At least ruler of his or her own country…in a totally non-evil way.

As gently as possible, she ran a hand down Jack's back, fingers ghosting over muscles and scars and skin. He murmured against her breast, inching closer despite his seeming unwillingness to wake.

Check that. One part of him was definitely awake, pressing hotly against her hip. She smiled and playfully shifted her body, bumping him and pulling a hitched, garbled sound from his throat. His hand flexed against the opposite side of her body, fingers curling around the dip of her waist.

"Hello," he rumbled and she could feel the smile tugging on his lips.

"Hi," she replied and laughed as his hand smoothed over her belly before beginning a downward path. His fingers played along the crease where her abdomen met thigh, slowly creeping closer and closer to what they both knew was his destination. She shifted, allowing him better access, but suddenly he froze, achingly close to where she wanted him to touch but not quite there.

"Chloe," he said softly, then raised his head to meet her gaze. To her eternal shock, a faint blush showed through his dark tan. "Ah, we forgot…."

She ran a hand up from his back to rub his head as she replied, "I'm clean and on the pill. You?"

"Clean," he assured her, leaning down to place a feather light kiss on her clavicle. "I can go get something though."

The idea was one with merit and she knew they probably should use some form of protection other than her birth control, but they could pick something up later. "Maybe later we can go over to Upolu and pick some up."

"Tomorrow," he murmured against her skin. "Everything's closed today."

"Oh, right," she sighed, pleased that his hands had resumed their exploration, on at her breast and the other…much lower.

Not one to be left out, Chloe let her hands drift as well, lightly running the nails of one hand up and down his spine until he shivered while the other drifted down his chest. When she touched the warm, firm skin below his naval, Jack sucked in a breath, muscles twitching below soft skin that was a contrast to callused and weather worn.

Without warning, Jack gripped her hip and rolled them so that they were lying, face to face on their sides. He drew her closer, trapping her hands between them and she could feel of him hot and hard against her stomach. His hands roamed, caressing her back, thighs and bottom and her mouth opened in a sigh as his lips latched onto her pulse point, rocking her hips slowly against him.

They lay flush together, hip to hip, chest to chest and when she hitched a leg up over his waist they both moaned at the friction. Still, she regrouped, or at least tried to, as he tensed, taking deep breaths to remain calm. This was all new between them and neither of them had an active sex life lately. Everything was too sensitive, every nerve aching for release.

His head was tipped back, eyes closed and she took the opportunity to bury her face in his shoulder, laving the bullet wound - her bullet wound- with her tongue. She wanted to protest when he pulled back a bit, but the move was only to allow him to slip a hand back between her thighs. The wave of pleasure that action set off had her gripping him tighter and arching her back as his fingers gently explored her folds.

When she gave herself a figurative shake, she stretched her hand down, wrapping it around him just as he sank a finger into her. She gasped, hand tightening reflexively and Jack made a strangled noise. "Sorry," she murmured, relaxing her hand and giving a few, gentle strokes of apology.

Intensity built in her lower belly as he added a second finger beside the first and curled them up, pressing a point inside her in rhythm with the strokes she was making. When he brushed a thumb over her clit, she whimpered, letting the jolt carry her closer to the edge.

Then he kissed her, passionate and warm, but it was the obvious caring and true affection and maybe even love that was too much. Her free hand clutched at his shoulder as she let go, feeling like every muscle in her body was tensing then releasing, over and over in rapid succession. She moaned into his mouth as his hand kept working, helping her ride out the aftershocks.

Finally going limp against him, she panted as he slipped his fingers from her and kissed her gently and gasped himself, obviously not far behind her, as she tightened her hand again. He tried to move his hips away from her, but couldn't go very far with the grip she had on a sensitive portion of his anatomy.

"Chloe, I…oh, oh… I'm going…," she ignored the garbled, gasped warning and, with a strangled moan and short pumps of his hips against her hand, she felt him cum between their stomachs. It was messy and they'd definitly need a shower, but hey, that was okay with her.

As their breathing slowly normalized, Jack nudge her nose with his own, then kissed her, softly and sweetly for a minute. When they parted, he propped his head up on his hand and looked down at her. "So, what did you plan on doing for your vacation anyways?"

She laughed and placed a hand on his chest, caressing he strong muscle and letting the hair tickle her palm. "Certainly not this," she snickered, then glanced out the window at the lush trees and blue sky easily visible. "Typical tourist stuff, I suppose. Shopping. Swimming. What do you suggest?"

His grin clearly said Besides more of this?, but aloud he said, "Swimming is good. I could teach you to surf, if you like. Clubs, restaurants, shopping, that's all over on Upolu, but as you know it's only a short ferry ride away."

"Do you go over there often?"

"Not really," he said, raising a hand to brush his knuckles along the line of her jaw. "Sometimes there's music at a little beach bar I like. It's run by an Irish ex-pat and a local. Neither of them speak the others language, so the chances of getting your drink order right are about 50-50."

"Sounds…interesting," she snickered, then said, "I think I'm gonna try that outdoor shower of yours while the suns still high."

"Want some company?"

"I think that would be a good idea," she said, tapping the center of his chest with a finger. "You can scare away any voyeuristic monkeys."

"Those voyeuristic monkeys have good taste."

Her look, one that caused lesser men to quake in fear, made Jack fall back laughing. It was a good sound.

TBC….