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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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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.

He has a moment of intense pleasure, as her warmth surrounds him, before cold common sense intrudes. He stops her for a moment as she starts to move.

"Protection?" he asks, praying she answers with a "yes", because right now he does not want to stop, and isn't entirely sure he could.

"The pill," Chris gasps. She hopes that's enough and by his look of relief it is.

Her fingers dig into the mattress as they start to move, trying to find that perfect rhythm. Her breathing grows heavier, less steady with each thrust and her kisses get more frantic.

He relaxes again at her answer, letting the pleasure take over. He slides one hand to her hips, to help guide her as they rock together, awkwardly at first, but soon finding a natural rhythm. He pushes her hair back from her face with his other hand, capturing her lower lip with his teeth.

He can feel the tension building, his breaths coming faster as they move together. His awareness of the world around him narrows to this movement, this sensation, to the beautiful woman moving on top of him.

She loves the way he's looking at her now. She doesn't think she could get enough of that.

Her lips against his, she's almost panting into his mouth. Chris kisses him, sucking at his neck and nipping at his earlobe.

She leans forward, her legs spread a little further apart. The rocking of their hips, their bodies slick with sweat as they move, she tenses. Oh God.

He's kissing her throat and shoulders, tasting her skin when he feels her tense and he knows she's close. He's nearly there himself, another minute and he won't be able to hold back, but he wants her to peak first, doesn't want to leave her unsatisfied after all this.

He thrusts into her a little harder, sucking on her earlobe. Just a little more, to push her over the edge.

Her movements quicken and she's clawing at the sheets as the pressure builds.

He thrusts into her harder. His body rubbing against hers a little more fiercely and she gasps his name as her climax washes over her.

She clenches around him, and he manages a couple more thursts, a glimpse of the expression on her face before there's no more holding back. His orgasm hits him like a shockwave, and he lets out a strangled moan, his back arching as he rides it out.

He comes back down to earth gasping for breath, every nerve still tingling. Looking back up at Chris, he smiles and pulls her close for a gentle kiss.

Still trembling, she lies on top of him, trying not to collapse.

Her lips against his, she smiles back as she kisses him. Just slow, soft kisses as her pulse steadies.

He rolls them so they're lying next to each other; an opportunity for more contact without the small problem of restricting his breathing.

He brushes her hair away from her cheek with the back of his fingers, just looking at her face, her eyes for a moment. "You're beautiful," he whispers.