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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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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.

The feeling of her hand fumbling with the button of his jeans as well as her soft moan is doing nothing to help him remember to take his time. As a distraction, he slides one hand down to her thigh, slowly moving his hand under her skirt.

She shivers in anticipation as his hand brushes against the bare skin of her leg.

After unbuttoning his jeans, she gently tugs at the zipper and pulls it down. Chris slips one hand inside, sliding it gently against him.

She turns her head to kiss him on the mouth.

Now it's his turn to let out a groan, as the feeling of her hand stroking him through his boxers is only intensifying the ache in his groin.

He breaks the kiss for a moment. "Chris..." he says, as much of a call as a warning; he doesn't want this to be over too quickly.

She grins a little.

"Sorry." But she's not. Chris kisses him and moves her hand up to his stomach, brushing her hand against the muscles there.

Her fingertips touch the raised skin of old scars, hints at the life he left behind.

He grins back before their mouths meet again, though he flinches just a little as she touches one of the two burn scars on his side. He lies back, pulling her with him, and starts to push his jeans off his hips.

At first she's on top of him, leg still between his and leaning on her right arm. But when he pushes the jeans down she moves to give him room and starts unzipping her skirt.

It's awkward, but he manages to push his jeans past his hips and kick them off after a few tries. He reaches up and helps Chris slide her skirt off, taking her underwear with it.

She moves closer. Her body pressing against his, almost on top of him. Chris had succeeded, with great effort, in not giggling.

Instead she kisses him, her hand roaming down his chest.

Smiling, she says. "I was getting worried there."

He gives a low, rumbling chuckle. "Very funny."

He kisses her back, one hand sliding down her back, past her hip, cupping her and pulling her closer. His boxers are doing nothing to hide his arousal, and as he takes in the sight of her curves revealed to him, the ache is getting more insistent.

Chris shifts, just a little, not enough to break contact but just enough to touch him more. She wanted to feel more of his body against her, she wanted more of him.

Her hand at his hip, she pulled his boxers down.

He lifts his hips to help her get the boxers down, then kicks them off. There's nothing left between them, no barriers, just the feeling of her soft, warm skin on his. He tangles one hand in her hair, pulling her head close so he can kiss her as deeply as possible, shifting against her so he can feel the sensation of skin on skin. His breathing has quickened, his heart pounding in anticipation.

God he wants her, wants to feel himself inside her, wants to see the expression on her face and hear her breathing as she peaks, wants to give her all the pleasure he can.

He breaks the kiss, turning his head so he can whisper in her ear. "Want you. Now."

The husky tenor of his voice alone, is enough to make her melt.

She nods, the look in his eyes making her feel a little lightheaded. Like being drunk.

Chris sits up a little and straddles his hips. Leaning forward, she slowly lowers herself onto him. It's uncomfortable at first but that feeling soon passes.