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Chris walks down the hall towards Jack's room.

She's wearing a beaded green dress, she's not sure why the bar gave her this to wear but it's pretty if far more dressy than her everyday attire.

The bar gave her heels and earrings to go with, completing the outfit.

She reaches his door and knocks, a small smile on her face. Maybe Jack would be in a suit and this was the bar's way of getting them on a date.

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She blushes and gives his hand a squeeze. "I'm just a little wound up. Maybe I shouldn't have had the second iced latte."

He puts an arm around her reassuringly and steers her towards the stairs. 'Hey its OK. You just need to relax a little is all.' He stops her before they reach the stairs, turns into her and kisses her softly. 'Everything's fine Chris. Don't worry.'

She kiss back and leans into his arms.

"Yeah, you're probably right." Chris agrees, trying to convince herself.

She touches the label of his jacket. "I wonder what's up with the bar and the clothing she's been choosing for you lately." Chris grins a little. "You might wake up to that toga, yet."

He mock winces and closes his eyes as he holds her to him. 'Don't even go there. I'd stay naked in my room. Anyway, you don't like this suit? I thought it suited me.' He pretends to examine himself, as though hurt at the suggestion.

She laughs. "Chase survived that and a tutu, I'm sure you could too if you had to."

Chris leans in and kisses his cheek. "The suit is very nice."

He laughs and starts walking again, catching her hand in his. 'Yeah well, they might suit Chase a little better. He's taller than me.' He leans in a little to her and drops his voice, 'Thank you. And once again, that dress is stunning on you.'

He almost scares himself when they get upstairs, automatically turning slightly towards room nineteen, then catching himself at the last minute and moving on to twenty four. Idiot...

Chris waits for him to open the door before stepping through and turning on the lights.

"Did you ever talk to Bernard about having your room expanded?"

'Expanded?' He looks around. 'No - did I say I was going to?' He laughs it off, having not meant to ask the question. 'I forget. I quite like it the way it is.'

He closes the door behind them, catches her wrist and turns her towards him so he can kiss her, properly this time, leaving no doubt as to what his intentions are.

'Don't really care about that book right now do you?'

It takes a moment for her to get into the kiss, she's so surprised, but when she does she returns it.

She laughs at his question. "Well, I'm still going to need something to occupy myself with when we're not together."

'Mmmm...together now though.' He lets her go and eases his jacket off his shoulders. 'I'll find it for you later.' He kisses her again, and the only thing running through his hed is You're not going to be interested in books later...

Chris has the weird fleeting feeling this seems to be moving quickly. But nothing's happened yet. Try relaxing.

She wraps her arms around him and kisses Jack, trying to ignore the strange feeling of anxiety she's had all evening.

It feels weird to kiss with these lips, or maybe it was just strange to kiss a woman again. But it's still nice and it's easy for him to forget about every way he could trip up with her as he pulls her into him carefully. He's taking it easy because he's guessing that Jack wouldn't be rough, and also, he wants to enjoy the sensation of being with Jack's girlfriend.

Of course, the aftermath he's got planned would almost be better than sex.

he breaks the kiss and pulls her into a close embrace, resting his head lightly on her shoulder for a moment. 'I miss you when we're not together.'

Chris leans her head against his and smiles, feeling a little better now.

"I miss you too," she whispers.

He's glad she can't see his face, because he's sure the satisfied grin that appears on hearing those words would arouse her suspicions. Instead, he waits there so the two of them can just rest on each other for a moment, trying to be reassuring so that this can go ahead. It strikes him that this might be the hardest thing he'll have to do in Jack's body, because she'll be used to the way he feels and touches her. But he's confident that by the time she might notice anything different, it'll be too late.

He takes advantage of the position of his head and starts ghosting kisses down her neck, tasting her gently, ears open to catch her responses to make sure he's not doing anything that might ruin this.

It's not a hard job. There are worse ways to ruin a man's life.

Instead of relaxing, she finds that nervous feeling in her stomach remains but she also enjoys the kisses. Feather-light and almost tickling her skin. Her breath quickens from both.

She tries to focus on those kisses, the way he looked in the suit and the way it feels to be this close to him.

Chris ran her hand across his shoulder.(Relax Everything about this moment was familiar. (It's not like you're new at this.)

Except the feelings she was having about this.

She rains a few soft kisses from his ear to jawline before kissing him on the mouth.

He returns the kiss fully, but gently, no excess pressure. She still seems a little on edge to him - but she's not pushing him away so he figures she's alright. And besides, her eyes would be telling her what she expected to see, so he wasn't too worried.

He pulls away from the kiss and embraces her once again, letting her fel that he's there and solid and she can lean on him...he's Jack after all. Ramon laughs behind his eyes but she can't see that.

After a moment, he lets her go and takes her hand. 'Come lie down with me. I want to look at you, I feel like I haven't seen you in ages.'

"All right," Chris says with a slight giggle in her voice. Despite this answer she still feels nervous and some part of her mind is still working on excuses for cutting the night short.

Chris walks over to the bed with him, sits down, kicks off her shoes and rests her feet on the bed.

But she remains upright.

He's lying on his side, propped up on one elbow, expecting her to come join him. When she doesn't he frowns in confusion and reaches out to run a hand down her back.

'Chris? What's wrong? You're making me feel like I've done something to upset you.'

"No, you haven't. It's nothing," she says quickly with a weak smile.

She lies on her side, facing him, propping herself up with an elbow.

"I don't know what's wrong," she confides. "Maybe I'm coming down with something."

He touches her forehead lightly, then lets his hand drop to her side. 'No fever coming. You feel ill?'

He leans in and kisses her lightly again, wondering what the real problem is. As far as he can tell, he's been the perfect gentleman so far. A finger strokes down her cheek as he pulls back. 'I love you you know.'

He feels safe saying it. She herself had told him how Jack felt about her.

"No, not really." Although she's not sure that's the truth.

Why does this feel so strange?

Chris looks at him, her hand on his arm. This doesn't feel right. When he says that it just sounds wrong.

"I.... know," she manages but that's not what she had intened to say. There was something else she had been thinking but she couldn't make herself say it.

This is all wrong.

She sits up quickly, swinging her legs over the side of the bed and slipping her feet into her shoes.

"Jack, I'm sorry. I think I should go rest or something," Chris says, her voice tight and almost breathless soudning. She doesn't why she feels out of breath or why her heart is pounding.

God, am I having a panic attack?

'Wait a minute!' He's off the bed in a second, grabbing for her wrist and his face falling dark. 'What's going on? What the hell did I do this time?!'

He doesn't know if there've been other times, but with the Ryan situation, he's guessing there must have been some problems.

Chris gasps at the movement.. Her nerves already on edge this sudden outburst has her trembling slightly, her heart pounding like a jackhammer in her chest.

"N-Nothing," she stammers, "Nothing. You didn't do anything. I just don't feel well.

She looks at him wide-eyed. In this moment she was afraid of him, she wasn't used to that.

He glares at her and doesn't let go of her wrist. 'It's always fucking something with you Chris! I get shit from Elaine, from Kim, from Ryan - and now this from you. You've been acting weird all evening, and now you just walk out on me. What the hell's the matter with you?!'

He doesn't like his pleasant plans being interrupted. At all. but still, this also gave him a nice excuse to break them up.

"What's the matter with me? What's wrong with you?!" She spits, quickly moving from fear to anger.

And confusion.

"What are you talking about, 'Elaine giving you shit,'? And what about my dad?"