Kate woke up groggy and completely exhausted. "Jesus." She muttered and rolled over. Last night had been quite the night. Her and Jack had made love almost all night. First, there had been the romantic dinner out on roof, overlooking New York, and then Jack danced with her to her favourite songs, kissing her along the neck, foreplay for later no doubt. It had worked. Then, of course, he had carried her back to her bedroom and made love to her until the break of dawn. In Kate's subconscious that is. Who knew a dream could wear a girl out so bad? Honestly, one more night like this one and she'd have to jump Jacks bones the next time she saw him. But that would be really hard explain afterward wouldn't it? She pushed herself out of bed and into the shower, getting ready for the day. As she shampooed her hair she tried to rid herself of her dream. It wasn't that sex with Jack wasn't an appealing thought, but it was a bit to appealing. She was having lunch with him today, and bursting into flames as soon as she laid eyes on him, or heat up and get turned while watching him lick an ice-cream cone wasn't what she really wanted. Once she had finishing shampooing her hair she leaned out of the shower and poked her head outside to see the city below. Yes, just as she thought. It was hot New York day. She reached for her razor and began to shave her legs. She could wear a skirt or shorts today. Maybe impress Jack with her long legs, that were so nice and lean from all the exercise she forced herself through recently. One morning a few months ago she had stood in front of the mirror, naked and realized that she had gained a considerable amount of weight, so she set out to lose it and loose it she did. She was now back to her toned, healthy self. Kate knew what the weight gain was from. Jack had gone on a date the day after Halloween. She and Jack usually spent every Halloween going to see some sort of scary movie and then go to a party in the city. It was normal tradition for the two best friends. But this time it had been different. During the scary parts Jack had wrapped his arm around Kate and pulled her close, letting Kate bury her head in his chest. That wasn't normal for two best friends. It had been a fabulous night for her. When they went to the party later, Jack had danced with her almost all night; they even did a bit of grinding. However, close to the end of the night, a woman had given Jack her number. When Jack had apologized to Kate she brushed it off, acting as if she didn't really care. Jack went out with this woman, some floozy girl with big boobs, for at least a month, almost right into Christmas. This sent Kate into a bit of a depression. It hurt to see the man she loved with another women.

She got out the shower and got dressed quickly. It wasn't a hard choice. She put on jean shorts, well; maybe they were short shorts...and a plain green wife beater. She wasn't one to normally dress...so scantily. But it was a hot day and she had earned to show off her body at least once.

Once her hair was done she took the stairs, an old habit when losing weight and she stepped into a cab. It was already eleven thirty and she was meeting Jack for lunch at twelve. Before Jack had married Sarah, Kate and Jack had lunch every Saturday at twelve, picking a different restaurant every time. But when he had married Sarah she had forced him to go to her country club in Westchester and he didn't get to with Kate anymore, who from then on spent her Saturdays feeling very much alone in the city of millions. Then they got divorced and the two lifelong friends began having lunch again.

The taxi stopped outside the restaurant and Kate paid the man and stepped onto the curb. She nervously pulled her on shorts and walked in. It was more of little cafe then a restaurant. But it did have menus and booths. It had brick walls and slippery, red leather booths, small orange chandeliers hung from the roof, but only in isles, leaving the booths slightly dark, but giving them a tiny orange glow.

Jack was already at a booth. He looked great. Kate's heart picked up speed just looking at him. He wore a tight, grey shirt and from what she could tell, jeans on his long, muscular legs. Jack looked up, handsome, as always, and waved one of his soft, big hands at her. She waved back and smiled, Jack grinned. She got the booth and Jack got up and gave her a hug, giving her a quick kiss on the cheek, Kate giving him one back. That was normal for them.

Jack scanned her up and down. "Jesus, Kate!" He laughed. "You look amazing!" He said, he still had his warm hands on his shoulders.

Kate giggled and blushed. They sat down and Kate thanked Jack. "So, what can we order here?" She looked around for a menu but couldn't find one so she looked at Jack.

He grinned sheepishly at her. "Sorry, I ordered for you. I saw on the menu, there was an Alfred chicken pasta with mini tomatoes. I knew you'd love it."

Kate laughed and nodded. "I'll forgive you this time. But thanks. I think we know each other a bit too well."

Jack rolled his eyes. "Please. Us? We've only known each other since birth. There are so many things I still don't know about you. Please, tell, me what's your favourite movie?"

Kate and Jack then said in unison: "The Pink Panther," and laughed.

So, Jack and Kate knew a lot about each other. The only thing they didn't really know...was...well...what the other looked like naked. They had been friends their whole lives. Well, for Kate's whole life. Jack was already one when Kate was born, but the two got along famously as soon as they met. They eventually went to the same school together, and became best friends. It wasn't like a normal best friend relationship though. Jack didn't have sleep over's with Kate, and Kate didn't tackle Jack and then fart on his head. But that was okay with them, because their relationship was just different then everyone else's. And it suited them just fine. In elementary school they played baseball together, then in JR high they shared a locker and saved up money to buy a bike together, in high school they went to parties together, taking turns taking care of each other when the other got drunk. However, in college they went their separate ways. Kate could still remember like it was yesterday. They would both still live near each other, but it was the first time going into uncharted territory without the other by their side. Jack was going to medical school, and Kate was going to art school. They had stood outside Jack's school and hugged each other for what seemed like hours before Kate had to leave and go to her own school. But of course, that night they met up and watched TV and filled the other one in on their day, as if they had never been gone.

Kate had been in love with Jack since high school. She had a crush on him in middle school, when she saw him go up and get an award for his grades when he graduated. And then in high school she fell in love with him, when he kissed her in the school play. Maybe it was only an acting kiss, but it felt as real as anything to Kate.

Kate dated even though she was in love with Jack. It killed her but she did it. Jack never showed the least bit of interest in her and she didn't want to ruin their friendship.

But the one day, Jack met Sarah. Sarah, that stupid, bumbling, fumbling blonde bimbo idiot. They been married for almost a year when Jack and her called it off. Kate had spent the next two weeks with Jack, and slept on his couch, helping him with it all. It killed her to see him so upset. Especially over Sarah. It had been three years since the divorce and she was still, madly, desperately, blindly, in love with him.