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[OOC: Continued from here.]

February 6, 2012

Later, she wouldn't remember what they talked about. There wasn't much to remember, they both steered away from heavier topics, preferring to flirt and banter.

She wouldn't remember the car that cut her off as they neared the train station. She certainly wouldn't remember the rest of the drive. She wouldn't remember checking in at the bed and breakfast.

What Chris would remember was Jack's hand on her arm as she watched the car pass. She'd remember how often she seemed to laugh and smile, maybe she would have felt ridiculous for it but she was too happy to care. She'd remember the way she felt when they were finally in the room alone. The nervous excitement and this feeling of "finally".

That's what she'd remember.

[OOC: This thread contains warning for lots o' smut.]

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He looks over at her again, his expression serious, though his heart just gave a little leap. He's torn between joy that she wants to be with him and wariness; he doesn't want her doing something she'll regret later.

"Are you sure? You'll have to lie to your family, your friends... Are you sure you can do that?" he asks, softly.

"I've already been lying to my family and friends for the past two years," she attempts a smile, "about everything."

About the bar, about her father, about herself. She had a whole other life that they'd never know about.

"I know it'll be tough, but it's already is whether I'm with you or not."

He moves the hand at her back so he can stroke her hair, not fooled by her smile.

"Yeah, but just because you're already lying to them about other things doesn't mean it'll make this one easier. Sweetheart, I want you back more than anything, I just don't want you to regret it later. You're the only person who can decide that, though."

She pulls the blankets up higher, the room feeling a little chillier.

"I won't. I regretted the break-up and all the time we spent apart but I never regretted being with you."

He slides down in the bed a little, so he can be almost completely covered by the blankets without pulling them too high on her.

He pulls her closer, wanting to feel as much of her skin against his as he can, then leans in for a quick kiss. "Yeah," he says, softly, "it was the same for me."

After the kiss, Chris hesitates for a second. There's more that they should discuss, things she should have told him a long time ago but didn't.

She rests her head on his shoulder, deciding it can wait a little longer. "I really wanted to spend Christmas with you."

"Yeah, me too. Wasn't the same going into the bar and it still being summer there, with no one from our world around, really." It had been kind of depressing, really; not the way he'd hoped to be able to spend the holidays when he'd finally arrived back in the bar after that year of exile. "I thought of you on your birthday, too, but that was before..."

"We should have met up sooner. I could have come up to see you for Christmas or your birthday." It's pointless to worry over this but she hates the idea that he he spent that time alone.

"At least we thought of it when we did," he says with a small smile, "and I was in the bar for some of my birthday. I'm just glad you're here now."

"So am I," she whispers, leaning in to kiss him.

He kisses her back, winding his fingers in her hair. "Besides," he says, coming up for air for a moment before kissing her again, "we have a perfect excuse to make up for lost time."

She grins brightly in-between kisses. "I'm not sure we can make up all that time in a few days."

But it would be fun trying.

"Is that a dare?" he asks, eyes sparkling.

"Maybe," she giggles.

"Those are dangerous words," he says, before leaning in and nipping at her earlobe.

She kissed the underside of his jaw, then his neck, stopping at his shoulder. "Should I be worried?"

He grins. "Very. I can be very competetive."

"Oh?" She runs her finger under the chain of the St. Jude's pendant. Her mouth is already close to his and she moves closer, as if to kiss him, then just grazes his lips and whispers, "Well, so can I."

"I guess I'll have to be at the top of my game, then," he says, drawing one finger very slowly up her spine, the touch feather-light.

There's a slight shiver at the touch and her fingertips trail down his chest. "If you think you can manage it."

"I think I just might," he says, this time running the back of one finger gently down her side, following her curves.

She giggles again and presses against him, the kiss is chaste at first. Then, she gently tugs on his lower lip before kissing him in a decidely less innocent fashion.

Less innocent? Oh, Jack can do less innocent. Untangling their mouths after a moment, he leaves soft kisses along her jaw to her ear.

With an impish smile, he kisses her just below her ear, then, speaking slowly, in a low voice, recites a scrap of poetry he remembers from some anthology: "License my roving hands, and let them go/Before, behind, between, above, below.../To enter in these bonds is to be free/Then where my hand is set, my seal shall be." As he whispers the words into her ear, his hands roam her skin, illustrating the point.

Did he forget to mention the part where he plays dirty?

She's quiet, still (aside from some squirming she can't help) and completely focused on him. The words seem to travel over her like his hands, through her and her entire body felt flushed.

When he's done Chris can't think of anything to say but she's not in the mood for conversation anyway. She kisses him, sitting up as she does so and pausing only to push him on his back. Another kiss as she half-stradles him, the sheets tangling in between their bodies and her hands moving over his.

If he's going to play dirty, she'll just have to step up her game.

Jack has no objection to her stepping up her game; after all, this is the kind of game where there really isn't any loser.

He kisses her back, nipping at her lower lip for a moment before caressing her tongue with his. With one hand he tries tugging the sheet from between them, not wanting anything to block the feeling of her skin on his.

Dimly, he can hear rain start to patter against the window. Looks like they have the perfect excuse not to go anywhere, then.