A smile grew on her lips as her eyes fell closed. All five of her senses were being overused at the moment and she found it easier just to focus on one. She could feel his fingertips as they crept carefully up her back igniting the soft, untouched skin as he moved closer to her.
The small amount of stubble that had grown on his chin the last few days felt comfortingly familiar as it scratched against her face when the kiss deepened. His lips left her mouth and trailed phantom kisses along her cheek, the stubble still itching, but it sent an emotion almost like relief shuddering through her.
His hand tangled in her hair, he'd always loved her hair. It was always soft, even on the island it was soft, like it was woven from silk. The color of it triggered his mind, telling him it was wrong, but he knew it wasn't. This was Kate, even if it wasn't as he had remembered her from the year before, and he was content for the moment, just knowing it was her he held.
Her hands slide from around his neck, slithering over his tense shoulders and the broad muscles of his chest, finally stopping when they came to the buckle on his belt, and teasingly began playing with the clasp.
He chuckled at her mischievousness, but it was smothered by her mouth. While her hands worked steadily to undo the buckle, his hand managed to pull the thin tank top from her body and discard it quickly.
The belt slide out of the final loops and was discarded onto the ground mindlessly as they almost danced across the floor. Jack's top soon joined the growing pile of clothes as he quickly abandoned it before she could use it to tease him further. A small disappointed smile broke across her face but disappeared once he embraced her again.
His hands crept across her back, floating over her soft skin and up to her hair once again. His mouth tasted her lips, her cheek, her shoulder, her chest; he couldn't get enough. They were perfect for each other, and they both finally realized it.
Her hands skimmed over the defined muscles of his chest, as he casually slipped one of his hands down into the side of her pants, between the strap of her underwear and her skin. She shuddered at the unexpected contact, but didn't pull away as he thought she might, instead she ventured closer to him, her chest pressing against his.
Her chin rested against the tight muscle of his shoulder, "Why didn't we ever do this before?" she whispered, her quiet, steamy voice tickling his ear.
"Because," he answered slowly, as his hands guided her worn blue jeans down her legs to the floor in a faded and frayed puddle. "On the island, the most important thing was survival," he informed, a sudden serious tone overtaking his emotions as he stared into her eyes, "But now you're the most important thing."
At the end of his sentence, his lips crashed down on hers, as a sign, to let her know what she meant to him and what he wanted to do. Her arms wrapped around his neck once again for support, as on of her legs entwined with his.
In a whirlwind, she fell back upon the bed, his fingers sliding over her, as his lips pressed against the skin on her stomach, sucking lightly. She pulled him away, gently guiding him back up to her lips. Her body leaned back as his began to cover hers, as his hands mindlessly began to play with the clasp of her bra.
Then, as quickly as it happened, it dissipated. He abruptly pulled away from her, kneeling with a knee beside either of her thighs, the heat of his body no longer warming hers. "What's wrong?" she questioned the disappointment evident in her voice as her arms struggle to push her into a sitting position.
"I don't have any," he stated bluntly as he but his lips and pressed the pockets of his blue jeans.
"You don't have any what?" She questioned as he helped her sit upright, perplexity covering her face.
His cheeks began to blush as he looked away momentarily, "I don't have any protection," he declared obviously embarrassed as he rubbed the back of his head.
Slowly a smile began to spread across her face, "You've got to be kidding me," she laughed genuinely. He looked at her and shook his head in disagreement, and began to chuckle. "You're a single, well paid spinal surgeon and you don't carry a condom in your wallet?" she asked.
"Nope," he disclosed now grinning innocently, "I don't suppose you're on the pill?" he questioned playfully.
"Oh yeah, because you know having a good pharmacist and family physician is so blatantly easy when you're on a constant run from the government," She replied sarcastically as she leaned in and kissed him once again, "We're just going to have to wait until tomorrow…."
A/N: Ok, I know what you guys were hoping for, and I'm sorry we didn't get to it in this chapter. I guess that means I might be covering it in my next chapter, but that all depends on how much you guys beg…Lol. Just kidding. I really haven't decided what I'm doing next chapter because this chapter threw me off slightly, but don't worry, you'll get your fluff….Anyway, don't forget to review! Shiggity will love the feedback…And be sure to thank her for making herself sick writing fluff…she hates it…