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Chris heads up the stairs after her talk with Kim. She walks into her room and doesn't pay much attention to whether the door closes all the way. She can shut it in a minute.

She sits down in a chair by the window and tries to calm down.

It was nothing. It didn't mean anything. It was just one kiss.

She can see the lake from here. She almost wishes she couldn't but she can still feel his kiss.

What have I done?

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Chris closes her eyes a moment, sighing.

"I'm here," she says. She didn't want to have this conversation but she knew it was inevitable. Still, her stomach was fluttering.

He steps inside her room, closing the door behind him but not moving any further into the room. "We need to talk about what happened the other night," he says quietly.

Chris stands up when he enters, for some reason too nervous to sit. She leans against the wall and folds her arms.

"I know," she says, looking at him briefly.

He's silent for a moment. He knows they need to talk, but at the moment, he's having a hard time remembering exactly what it is he should say. Something's stopping him from saying that it was a mistake, that he was sorry...because as he thinks about it, he's not. Not really. Maybe it was a mistake--no, most likely, it was. This is the last point in his life that he should be doing something like that, as it's been such a rollercoaster lately, and he's not sure how much longer he has in the bar.

But as he looks at her standing there, her hair tumbling around her face, all he wants to do is wrap his arms around her and he has the terrible feeling he's starting to care for her.

"If you want to, we can pretend like it never happened," he says after a moment, his voice soft.

Something about the look in his eyes, the softness in his voice, tugged at her heart.

It was a tempting idea and she wanted to say yes. But it wasn't possible, maybe for him it was but not for her. She just needed to deal with it.

"I don't. Do you?"

He swallows, his heart figuratively skipping a beat at her denial. Somehow the one thing he'd never planned on as was her not wanting to carry on like it didn't happen.

He knows he should say yes. There are a thousand reasons why they shouldn't do this. But then since when did reason enter into something like this?

He should say yes. But he can't do it, because he realizes that he doesn't want to.

"No, I don't," he says, taking a step toward her, feeling like he's taken a step into empty space on the faith that there'll be something to catch his fall.

Chris gives a small, almost unnoticeable gasp when he moves closer. She should move, she could just turn away and end this now.

But she doesn't.

She looks up at him and feels a tingle down her spine at the look in his eyes.

He takes another step, then another, until he's standing so close to her he can practically hear her breathing. Then again, he's not sure that's entirely due to his proximity.

His heart is racing, some small part of his brain telling him that this shouldn't be happening, that this isn't the right time, that doesn't he realize who this is? But he isn't listening, because right now he's listening to the part of his heart that ached when he saw her smile the other night, or when she looked at him with that look she has in her eyes right now.

He lifts his right hand and gently brushes her hair back from her face, resting his hand on the side of her throat. He can feel her pulse jumping under his thumb, her heart beating about as fast as his. At least he's not the only one who's excited and terrified at the same time.

"Are you sure about this?" he asks in a husky whisper.

Her whole body feels warm when touches her and Chris smiles a little. She lays one hand gently on his chest.

"Yes."

He feels a warm flush run through him as she smiles at him, at the feeling of her hand on his chest. If this is what falling feels like, then it feels wonderful.

He gives her a small smile, and answers her reply by leaning forward to capture her lips with his.

Chris leans into his kiss, her hand sliding up his chest to rest around his shoulder.

She sucks on his lower lip before pressing her body against Jack's and deepening the kiss.

The feeling of her body pressed against his sends a delightful shiver down his spine. He leans aganst her, sliding his left hand down her side until it's resting on her hip.

His hand sliding down her body causes Chris to arch her back slightly. She twines her fingers in the short hair at the nape of his neck and her other hand rests at his jaw.

He smiles as he feels her arch her back slightly; it's gratifying to feel her squirm over such a simple touch.

He breaks the kiss for a moment, so he can have a second to breathe; he's not sure whether it's lack of air or the situation that's making him feel slightly light-headed. Once he's taken a breath, though, he takes the opportunity to take another step, trailing light kisses down her jaw to her neck.

This touch of his lips on her neck makes her sigh. Her hand moves to the collar of his shirt, to touch the exposed skin there.

Chris touches the bare skin and turns a little to look him in the eyes. A languid, open-mouthed kiss and she unbuttons his shirt a little more.

Her sigh tickles the hairs on his neck and it's making it hard to concentrate on what he's doing.

As she starts unbuttoning his shirt, he feels slightly anxious; for some reason he's never liked people seeing his scars, and he has a number of them on his chest and arms.

Instead he forces himself to concentrate on the feeling of her mouth on his, and on the softness of her skin under his fingertips as he slowly slides his hands under the bottom of her tank top.

She smiles, her lips still against his, when his hands move under her shirt.

Chris finger lightly brushes against the scar on his chest. It takes her a second but she remembers hearing about Jack having heart problems. She can't remember how she knows this and she doesn't really care right now with his hands on her bare skin and his toungue against hers.

Her hand slides down to unbutton his shirt a little more as she kisses the underside of his jaw.

He closes his eyes and tilts his head back slightly, as she kisses the sensitive skin under his jaw. For a moment, he has to remind himself that drawing this out is a good thing.

Sliding his hands under her top, he draws back from her kisses long enough to pull her shirt over her head.

When the shirt comes off she lowers her head a little but grins up at him, feeling a little self-conscious.

But the feeling soon passes, thanks to the look in his eyes. Kissing him again her hands work on unbuttoning the rest of his shirt and pulling the hem out from his jeans.

If she feels self-conscious as he removes her shirt, then he feels at least as self-conscious as he shrugs out of his, his tattoos and old scars visible. He distracts himself by concentrating on kissing her more deeply, his hands skimming her sides.

She looks at the large tattoo of the Virgin of Guadalupe on the inside of his arm before she's distracted by his hands on her bare skin.

She trails soft, wet kisses on his neck and lightly rakes her fingernails down his stomach.

"We should move to the bed," Chris whispers in his ear.

Goosebumps pebble his skin as she rakes her fingernails along the sensitive skin of his stomach. HIs jeans are definitely starting to get uncomfortable.

"We should," he whispers back, gently nipping her earlobe as he starts to pull her toward the bed.

Chris lets out a small gasp of surprise when he does that and she follows him to the bed.

Jack sits down on the bed and she places one knee between his spread legs, almost straddling his thigh. His hands on her hips hold her steady as she kisses him and unhooks her bra.

He waits for the bra to fall before kissing his way down her neck and shoulders to the hollow between her breasts. One hand moves up to softly stroke one breast as he turns his attention to the other, kissing, sucking, nipping, trying to find the right combination to make her squirm. It's the best kind of experimentation imaginable.

And squirm she does.

She closes her eyes and a soft moan escaps her lips. One hand cupping his head, fingers twined in his hair and the other moving up his thigh.

Chris is torn between wanting to draw this wonderful torture out a little longer and wanting to hurry it up. Although as her hand presses against his jeans and she works on the button, she's already made up her mind.