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'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?"

'Oh, like you don't know. As soon as your name comes up in any conversation I get treated like the bad guy, like its wrong for us to be together. I tell them to mind their own business and get a load of shit because of your fucking father. And now we can't even have dinner without you acting like I shouldn't be touching you.'

He lets go of her wrist but doesn't move away and his face is livid with anger. 'So I killed him. Its time everyone got over it.'

Ramon has no idea whether any of this is accurate and doesn't care. If no one gave them a hard time about the relationship in the past but now Chris thinks they've been talking about it behind her back, so much the better.

Chris looks at him in shock for a few moments.

"They should get over it? They should just get over it?"

She pushes him with both of her hands before getting to her feet and turning to face him.

"Are you fucking kidding me with this?"

'Do I look like I'm kidding?' He stands as well, close enough to invade her space in not a nice way. 'I've had enough Chris! So he's dead. Haven't we all got enough other shit to deal with? It's not like you can't see him any more, you can talk to him every day if you want to. But oh no, people have to hold it against me every chance they get.'

He stares into her face with a look of contempt. 'It's not worth it. Get over it or get out of my life.'

Without even thinking, Chris slaps him. Twice, in quick succession.

"Fuck you, Jack! How's that for your answer!"

Chris pushes past him, heading towards the door.

"I can't even believe this," she mutters. Her nerves still raw, she's now trembling with anger.

She has half a mind to hit him again.

Ramon doesn't stop to think about what Jack would do or how best to deal with it. With a snarl of anger he's after her, hand raised to strike and fury flashing in his eyes.

'You fucking bitch!'

Her mind is still reeling from shock. She could barely process Jack saying these things, acting this way, raising his hand to hit her.

But her body is moving on instinct.

Her hand balls into a fist and she lands a quick right cross to his throat. This is followed up with a knee to the groin.

He's close when she hits him in the throat and the punch is hard enough to make him lose his breath instantly. It takes him by surprise, so his concentration is gone in the split second it takes her knee to land in his groin. It's reflex to double over, and he does so with a quiet grunt of pain, trying to get his breath back as he does so.

It's enough to knock the wind out of his sails and he crouches to the floor, hand tensing into a fist and then releasing, in a quiet internal struggle to manage the pain. And when he's got it under control, he looks up at her with stormy blue eyes and an expression that could kill...but he doesn't shout, instead his voice is quiet and laden with menace.

'Get out. And never come near me again, you understand?'

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