The Perfect Weapon Chapter 2009: Part 2 Section 2 of 2

[camillecarelli]

Chapter 2009: Part 2 Section 2 of 2

“Your clear choice should be to bite me. Unless you’re an id--”

“I think not. I think that time is pressing on us and I should move onto the next weapon.”

Irina banged Jack’s butt with the heel of her foot. “I will kill you...”

“You asked for this.” Jack’s mouth kissed a path around her nipple, but avoided touching the flesh beaded and begging for his touch.

Irina opened her mouth to say something and instead let out a startled cry as Jack gently bit her nipple. “Yesss...” She moaned, arching up into his mouth as he bit her again, then licked her, then finally suckled her.

“A good weapon set?” Jack shifted his hands under Irina’s back and lifted the other side of her body so that his mouth could take the other breast, reversing the order. He fastened his lips to her nipple and sucked, then licked slowly back and forth before equally leisurely biting her gently, dragging his teeth across her flesh.

“Yes. What’s the next one?” Irina asked eagerly.

“Ah. This weapon?” Jack gently cupped and squeezed his wife’s breasts before sending his hands on a foray around her body.

“The hands... A set of two?” Irina sighed. She had always loved his hands, so big, so warm, so loving. His hands that matched hers. Another sort of set. She lifted her hands and began duplicating his movements on his body and felt his breath hitch and then quicken with every touch from his nipples to the lowest part of his abdomen to the inside of his thighs.

“Oh much more than that, the hands. Not only are there two of them, this set is so versatile. When they’re wide open, the palms of the hands can cup and squeeze like this...” Jack cupped his wife’s bottom in his hands and used them to pull her up higher, against him. She opened her legs wider and wiggled in his hands. He squeezed harder, then gently settled her back on to the bed. Sliding his hands over her hips and to the inside of her thighs, he gently spread them further apart. His right hand caressed her lingeringly on its route up her body to her breast before forking two fingers on either side of her nipple. With his left hand he put his index finger and middle finger on either side of her folds and began moving the flats of his fingers up and down.

“What’s that?” Irina squirmed around, trying to urge him to move his fingers into the middle. Either hand would do. Really, either hand.

“Torture. Remember? You said you wanted it.” Jack heard his harsh breathing and fought to control it. This was torture for him too. He just wanted to give her pleasure. Maybe he could hurry this along. “But then again, there are other forms of torture with the hands.”

“Show me...” Irina clenched her jaw as her head arched back against the pillow at Jack’s continued taunting caresses. So close but not... She froze and then began to tremble as he suddenly parted her folds and then did nothing for a second that seemed like hours.

“I’ll show you another feature of this set...The fingertip...” Jack moved his hand and rubbed the pad of his index finger against a nipple that was so hard it made his teeth hurt to avoid biting it and his lips itch to keep from tasting it. “Or the fingertip...like this...” He lightly touched another hidden hard point with just his fingertip.

Irina hissed in a breath and froze, unable or unwilling to move. “Jack....” Irina moaned as she froze once again, waiting. Suddenly, he startled her into a muffled scream as he fastened a hot wet mouth to the nipple he held between thumb and index finger while rubbing with his other hand. He continued endlessly it seemed to her, keeping her just on the edge.

When she regained her senses, Irina vowed she’d find a way to... “Stop...”

“Torturing you? Oh, we haven’t finished yet, have we? There’s one more weapon...”

“Jack...” Irina trembled as she hung on the precipice of falling. “At least there’s no way to make a set out of... Why had she just challenged him?” She started when she realized she had spoken aloud.

“You challenged me because you’re dying - or nearly there...” Jack pressed his fingertip a little harder. “To see what I can do with this weapon, aren’t you? Luckily, I am too. Let’s start with this. ” He slowly pressed the tip of his hardness into her softness and then stopped. She moaned as Jack just stayed in the same position, unmoving, not quite in, not quite out, right on the edge. Irina’s eyes widened in the darkness as she looked down toward their joining as if that would help. No, what would help would be opening up something else wider. She spread her legs and squeezed her muscles. He wanted to moan too and then wondered why he wouldn’t and did. “Honey...”

“Shh.” Irina whispered. “You haven’t tortured the truth out of me, so I’m not honey yet.”

“Well then, I’m clearly doing something wrong.” Jack and rubbed his fingertip across the source of her wetness. “And I must improve, because you do remember how much I like your...honeyness.” He licked his lips next to her ear so that she could hear it, then bit the lobe and rubbed it between his lips.

“Oh?” Irina fought to keep from laughing or screaming with pleasure or both. “Honeyness isn’t a word-“

Jack bit Irina’s neck and growled against her skin, “For the love of-“

“Listen. If you’re worried you’re doing something wrong...Oh!” Irina gasped as Jack touched her in just the right way. His mouth fastened to the side of her neck and bit lightly. Oh no, not that combination, that...set, she thought and spoke up quickly. “Are you - the master of the in and out - growing rusty at the game?”

“Hmm. That would depend upon how wet the sheath is that’s encasing my weapon,” Jack said in what Irina always thought of as ‘that’ voice. Right before he gave one quick shift of his hips and slid fully inside her. He held himself as still as he could, knowing that if he moved or she moved he would lose control. This time he wanted to make this last, to retain control because this game was... fun. Only with this woman had he ever felt such a match, such a bond that he could play the game. Play the game. “Quite moist. I’m nervous about the long-term rigidity of my weapon in such wetness.”

“Stop...” Irina began to laugh once again. Jack was in some mood tonight. What was it...Oh. He was happy. When he was happy in a moment like this, sometimes he revealed a lighthearted part of his nature that had always amazed her. One time, she remembered fondly, she had screamed and laughed as she came. This man was her Jack, the man she remembered. He was still there, right here, in her arms. She surprised him by suddenly squeezing him to her. He surprised her by sliding even deeper inside her. She tilted her head back and tightened her thighs around his.

“There was the in, now I suppose I need to practice the out-“

“Don’t you dare!” Irina hissed, wrapping her legs around his hips. “Just...stay there.“

“But isn’t it best when all three weapons are used at once?” Jack fastened his mouth to Irina’s, while slowly shifting his hips back and forth, allowing his fingers to find the spot in her soft folds that would make them both happy because he couldn’t come until she did. He groaned as her mouth nipped and sucked at his, threatening to take over. He pulled back. “So which weapon worked for you?” Jack asked. “So I can make notes.”

“Note this-“ Irina dug her hands into Jack’s back, fighting for control. “Aren’t you going to...”

“What? What do you want? More of this...” Jack stopped the movements of his lower body and pressed harder and slower with his fingertip.

“Aren’t you going to ask me for the truth?” Irina gasped, remembering how they’d begun this version of tonight’s game.

“Huh? What truth?” Jack blinked, then began to laugh softly. Ruefully, he whispered, “Well, there’s my pattern, isn’t it?”

Suddenly Irina remembered one of Jack’s patterns she had forgotten in the wake of Panama, in the wake of wanting to forget but needing to remember how close she had come to losing her Jack. That Jack in Panama had been focused on the game in ways he had never been with Laura. Jack had often been eager near the end of their games to just forget about it and be themselves, to use the game to get to the ending he wanted and then abandon it or to change the game in some way. He always saw at least three options; well, when he did see. Sometimes, like now, he...She used to think he got lost in the game, but now she wondered if instead he’d found what he wanted. She put her hands on his where they touched her not gently, but lovingly and felt his movements still as he waited. She’d always wanted to stay the course of the game to the end. A benign pattern until she’d applied it to what she’d considered the greater game of their lives and the pattern revealed itself as nihilistic stubbornness. Thankfully she’d been able to break that mirror and her pattern or she wouldn’t be here right now, where she wanted to be. “Yes,” Irina sighed happily. “That is your pattern and-“

“Sorry. I know you prefer to finish and this is your game, so...” Jack fastened his mouth onto his wife’s before she could answer. Yes, finish this damn game so that they could get onto the much more interesting one. He shifted his knees, moving them closer to her, reangling his body as he moved his mouth down her neck, biting her over and over, while his hands swept over her body, pushing, prodding her to feel as needy as he did. Did she have to keep touching him like that? How was he supposed to concentrate when she was so warm under him, around him, everywhere was the warmth he’d always craved?

Irina felt her body move of its own volition, rising and falling to meet Jack’s. Her hands grabbed and clutched at him, anywhere, everywhere she could reach while his, she noted irritably with the little part of her brain that could register irritation through the haze of pleasure, his hands were so carefully touching her the neediest parts of her.

“Tell me the truth. Why did you leave? Why did you come back?”

“I love you. I always loved you. I made a terrible mistake and--“

“Yes. You did.”

“How can I make it up to you?”

“You can...” Tell her, you fool, Jack told himself. Only it wasn’t his voice he was wearing. Damn Dave. Thirty years ago Dave had tried to give him this advice and now he was listening? Now, when he should be coming inside his wife’s body?

Irina waited, sure she was about to hear some exciting idea. She wrapped one leg around Jack’s upper thigh and pulled him closer. She really had to find a way to pay him back for... something. She was supposed to be angry about something... Panama, maybe?

“At some point, you could apol-“

“ Oh no.” Irina groaned instantly. She should have... That strategy was the way to win the real game between them. “I will. I made a mistake- But, wait! I can make this perfect.” Irina gasped and wiggled around, trying to loosen Jack’s hold on her.

“It feels quite perfect to me, right now...” Jack groaned as she moved under him.
“I forgot.... I should...” She stopped. This was a new time for them, a new game. A new her, one who knew how to apologize. Dave’s advice was...good and she’d be a fool not to take it. She shoved Jack away, relying on her knowledge that he would never push back if she resisted. He swore sharply, but pulled out of her. “There’s stubborn and then there’s stupid.”

“No shit! Talking about stupid - What the hell are you doing? Don’t you want-“

“Da! Yes!” Irina growled, rolling off the bed, landing on her feet. She reached out for the bed to steady herself. Her legs were shaking and her heart was hammering and another part of her body was telling her she was the stupidest woman who ever lived and should get back on the damn bed and let him do his best. And what a really good best it was... Stop it! She mentally slapped herself. Focus. Step away from the bed and temptation. “But I forgot to...”

“You forgot the goal of the game? Yeah. Then, get back over here and I’ll explain it.”

“Don’t be such a man. There are more important things in life than an orgasm.”

“Like what! Do educate me, Ms. Teacher!” Jack fell back onto the bed and covered his face with his arm. “I should go back to school-“

“What’s that?”

“Nothing. What do you want?” Jack asked resignedly. “You win. Happy?”

“No. I want a do over.” And a way to torture you this time, Irina thought smugly. Ha. 1, 2, 3 yourself, Jack Bristow.

“Right NOW?”

“Yes. It’s my fantasy. Pretend to go back to sleep.”

“With an erection the size of-“

“I don’t need to hear your overinflated evaluation-“

“Overinflated!” Jack reached out to grab Irina and went too far. “Oomph!”

Irina began to laugh. “Did you just fall out of the bed?”

“No. Of course not.” Jack rolled his eyes. He pushed himself off from the palm with which he’d braced himself against the floor before he had fallen completely out of the bed. In the darkness, he realized, they felt free to act as though she had come home decades earlier, when they were still young. Not a bad fantasy at all. In fact, it was...wonderful. Yes. He was full of wonder that after everything that had passed between them, they could still find this safe place with each other.

“Are you sure?” Irina asked in a cooing voice she knew would irritate Jack. “Because if you did fall out of bed, I could help pick you up and tuck you back in, all nice and tight and ready-“

“The only thing I want to be nice and tight and ready is your-“

“Jack!” Irina coughed to keep from laughing aloud. When was the last time she’d laughed so much with anyone else?

“Your apology? What else could I mean?” Jack knew he was probably grinning like a fool. He was a fool - his body was throbbing with need and the surcease to his need was standing right there and what was he doing? Exchanging bon mots? “Although if you want some ideas, you know I’m the idea-“

“Quiet!” Irina hissed. “I know what to do.” She moved around, trying to find her clothes. "I knew I shouldn't have let you make a mess of my clothes."

"It's better than the mess I'm thinking of making all by myself -- if you get my drift -- if you don't hurry up!" Jack growled.

Irina smiled and darted back to the bed. In the dark, she reached out and found her husband’s shoulder. She shook it while using their whisper to say urgently, “Jack!”

“What?” Jack asked resignedly. He was going to kill her. Slowly. With every weapon at his disposal and a few he hadn’t imagined yet. “More rules for your game or-“

“I...Thank you. This is so much...fun.”

“Fun? Fun? My dick isn’t Mr. Happy right now, honey.”

Irina laughed, laughed as she did with no one else. She laughed as she did as no one else so much as her self, her real self, the self she was becoming. She felt as though she could keep laughing from sheer happiness forever. This...this was joy again. She’d almost forgotten all those years, forgotten the most important game of all. She bent her head and kissed his shoulder, then bit it hard. “God, I love you.”

“I love you too, honey,” Jack said softly, wondering if she heard the joy in her voice. It was worth almost anything to hear that again.

“I will always come back to you, Jack. Always. I promise,” Irina said fiercely, rubbing her cheek against his shoulder.

“I believe you. I have faith.” Jack touched her hand on his shoulder and lifted it to push her away. “Go. Get dressed and come back to me with your fantasy.”

Irina moved soundlessly across the room and paused before the bed. In the faint trail of light from beneath the door, she looked down at him as he pretended to sleep. She had him. This time, she had him in all the right ways. Gently, she placed her hand on his wrist and slid it up to his shoulder. Bending her head, she brushed her lips along his smooth, warm skin. “Jack...wake up.”

“Sydney, can’t you stay put?” Jack said in a wearily-patient voice.

Irina smiled. She got the point already. “Jack... I’ll stay put this time. I promise.” She nipped Jack’s shoulder and felt him freeze. Damn, he was good at this. She knew she’d want to play this game again another time too. “It’s me.”

“Who?” Jack asked. He injected a slightly-sleepy quality into his voice, deciding that had probably been his reaction in her fantasy, not being thrown onto the bed. Welllll, maybe that was wrong, but he’d go with Option B this time. “I’m dreaming...”

“No, you’re not. It is me. Your wife. Laura--”

Jack sat bolt upright and snapped, “No. She’s dead. And her name wasn’t Laura. Even I know that. Now. And I don’t know who you are, pretending to be Laura who was Irina, but--”

“It’s me. You might think of me now as Irina, but whatever the name, it’s me.” Irina ran her hand down his arm to find his hand. She put her palm to his palm. “Can’t you tell? We match. It’s me!”

“Well, Hymie, prove it.” Yes, hurry up and prove it, Jack thought silently as he felt the pulse in his neck pound, to say nothing of a pulse somewhat lower in his body.

“Of course. Whatever you want,” Irina purred, her mouth close to Jack’s ear. She felt him still and took advantage to lift the covers and slide beneath them, pressing herself against Jack’s warm body.

“You’re naked!” Jack smiled. He had thought she was putting on her clothes. She had probably just folded them and put them in the corner. Good distracting strategy for him, while giving her a sense of order and time to plan. Good tripleplay. To say nothing of the fact that it would save time. Given the way he felt, time was not he'd be able to save up tonight.

“Well, of course I am.” Irina rubbed her thigh along Jack’s and smiled when he initially rubbed back, then snatched his leg away to play the game. Was this his version of the chase game? Well, if it was, she had him. She slid partially on top of him and clamped her leg tightly around his. “I’ve wanted to come home for so long. I’ve fantasized about coming home just like this and finding you in bed. Naked. What good would that do if I weren’t? Although...I do remember the enjoyment I took from watching you naked and taking photographs that time-“
“I have no idea as to what you are referring.” Jack shoved lightly at his wife’s body, surrendering immediately when she shifted more of her weight on him. When she began to kiss his chest, he said swiftly, “And you still have yet to prove your identity. Why don’t you...” Jack trailed off as she scraped her thumbnail over his nipple. “Um... Yes! Tell me something that only my wife and I would know.”

Rubbing her hand in circles over Jack’s chest, Irina paged through her memory book. So many memories, so many secrets. But these were happy secrets between the two of them, connecting them, not separating. Where do you start? Hands... She had always loved to look down at her hand and see her ring sparkling in sunlight or moonlight or any light at all. She should have known then to avoid the darkness. “Our engagement. I recited, ‘My luv is like a red, red rose...’ which was better than the poem about the louse.”

“Not enough.” Jack challenged, wanting to know what memories she would employ.

“I remember throwing a book at you on the quadrangle and you wanting to tell me to shut up but being too polite to do so.” Irina paused. The man who had once refused to tell her to shut up had then set her up for Madagascar and the death penalty. What a change. What a mess she had made. Messiness. She had hated that. Use that truth. “I remember the night of the jewelry, picking up the jewelry and you telling me to leave it alone.”

“That is what you remember of that night?” Jack asked incredulously as his voice rose in volume. “Picking up the damn jewelry! For the love of God! It is so typical... It could be you,” Jack amended quickly, not wanting to end this trip through her memory book just yet. “But I need more.”

“What kind of proof do you want? That memory of my anal compulsive neatness wasn’t enough? What’s next? My concern about cleanliness? You want me to get up and scrub the floor?”

“Only if you do it naked and on your knees.” Jack leaned up on one elbow and pushing her toward the edge of the bed with his hand. “Surely the floor in this room isn’t clean enough for the woman I once knew. There must be Comet and a sponge around here somewhere. So if you really want to prove yourself...”

Irina choked on her laughter. “Do you have a maidservant fantasy these days?”

“If you wear a little apron and nothing else, I might be interested,” Jack drawled. “And I can imagine some fun with a sponge.”

“Don’t you want the black high heels?”

“That’s just for the hood of the car.” Jack added, “Now, I’m starting to doubt your identity again, if you don’t remember that rule of the game. Heels for the hood of the car. Heels, hood? H, h. It even includes alliteration! Ms. English Teacher would have caught that. You - whoever you are - will have to do better," Jack sniffed.

Irina dropped her head to Jack’s chest and laughed silently. Would they have really had this kind of conversation if she’d returned like this? Probably not. He probably would have tossed her onto the bed or the floor and questioned her without this combination of sweet and sexy humor. But that was reality, this was her fantasy. “The night of the necklace. You were a very bad man that night.”

“I was so bad, you almost came in the car,” Jack scoffed. “But I did what you wanted. Do you remember that?”

“Yes. I tied you up with my stockings.” Irina pushed Jack onto his back and straddled him. Once again, she took his hands and shoved them above his head.

“Because you didn’t want to let me go,” Jack shot back quickly.

“I...Yes,” Irina admitted finally. “I was afraid. Just...like when you told me I was pregnant. You were so sweet, so happy and I was so afraid. I remember when I was afraid that the chain wouldn’t fit me anymore, you wrapped it around our hands, our joined hands and made love to me. And the night of the jewelry, I remember the look on your face when you came into the bedroom and saw me in the sari. I remember how you knelt in front of me and held me close.” Irina stopped her hurried monologue as Jack slid his arm around her waist and pulled her down on top of him.

“Hmm.” Jack nuzzled Irina’s neck, pushing aside her hair. “Good try. But she could have told her handler those stories, those details to prove how well she had me under her control-“

“I’m the she!” Irina protested, even as she realized the humiliation Jack must have suffered at the thought of his intimate moments being dissected. That dignity he had worn like a suit of armor the first time she’d seen him upon her return no doubt had been woven from the warp and weft of embarrassment and pride. “Let’s try another memory. The night I wore the earrings that matched the chain, you said that you’d seen the chain but didn’t buy it because it was too provocative.”

“No, I didn’t,” Jack said absently as he remembered her waist with that chain. She was going to put it on again when they got home. He made little circles around her waist.

“You...” Irina swore silently at herself. She had almost made a mistake. Not that Jack wouldn’t have let it go in this game, but still, the words were important to him. “You were careful not to push. You wanted to wait. So, you said the chain - the first time you saw it - was too deliberately erotic for where we were in our relationship at the time. ”

“Yes,” Jack said immediately, amazed at her memory for the exact words. That moment must have been as important for her as it had been for him. “Was your handler pushing you to...consummate our relationship?” Jack asked curiously.
“Da... They were confused about your...hesitation given your history of success at the in and out.” Irina stopped, confused herself. Jack had asked that question so calmly. Was this some kind of trap or... did he really view it as one games master asking a question of another. She slid her hand down his arm, up and over his shoulder, up his neck, until she could cup his cheek.

“Why are you trying to feel my facial expressions?” Jack turned his head and nipped at Irina’s finger.

“Oh!” Irina sighed and rubbed Jack’s lower lip. “The gig, she is up.”

“Casablanca. Even I know that one. Da, Irina. What’s the matter?”

“Are you really okay with-“

“Yes. Go on,” Jack said impatiently and pinched Irina’s butt. He slid his open palms around the curves there, lifting her toward his some other part of his body waiting impatiently. “Tell me how you handled my hesitation with your handlers.”

“But-“

Jack dropped his voice to their time-out whisper. “Honey. Honestly, I’m curious. Not angry. Interested. One gamesplayer to another. Okay?”

“I told them you...” Irina stopped. Even though he said he wanted to know, did he really?

Jack answered his own question. “That I had the classic madonna-whore complex? And the fact that I was hesitating to push our relationship into what they now call the next level meant that I was looking at you as possible wife material. Good save.”

“What?” Irina sat back in surprise, then rubbed her butt against Jack’s hands. They were there, after all, and warm and yesssss....They slid inside her legs and then.... Yesss. His hands were very good weapons indeed, especially when he used his fingertip like that.... She bent forward, lifting her body up, bending it down over him, meeting him in as many places as possible, trying to recompense for all the time she had not met him any way at all.

“Good strategy to buy more time.” The same could not be said for her choice to rub her hard nipples against his like that. They were going to run out of time quickly if she kept doing that. “It was a good save given the resources with which you were working. Sometimes handlers don’t realize the reality of working with other human beings, that they don’t behave as our files would lead us to believe, usually because we haven’t done enough background research, but still--”

“You’re...analyzing my game?!” Irina gripped her husband’s shoulders. He was demolishing her notions of his anger with his calm words and her defenses with the less than calm movements of his fingers against her body. How was she supposed to concentrate...Wait. Turn about, she decided and bent her head and began a nipping path along his collarbone.
“Why not? It was a good save.” Jack turned his head in his wife’s direction, searching for her mouth. In a soft whisper, he demanded, “Kiss me. Save me from ruining this game...Mmm.” Jack moaned as Irina slid her hand around the back of his neck and held him in a strong grip as her mouth fitted itself to his and kissed him softly, feeling his lips gentle under hers and his arm muscles relax as she held him in place with love. The way it should be, she thought until Jack pulled back. In a louder voice this time, Jack told her, “You saved the game.”

“I can’t believe you just said that.” How did he do that? How did he trust her again? Irina levered herself up again and Jack immediately resumed petting her softness until she wanted to scream. “What were we talking about? You distract me - that was my problem in that game between us, you know.”

“Well, that game strategy was a good save - assuming that you are in fact my wife...” Jack smiled as she kicked him. “How can I fault you for doing your job well and coming into my life when it’s in my life that I want you? Or I would, if you were my wife.” He chuckled when her fingers dug into his skin. “Especially given that in terms of short-term liaisons, I wrote the- Don’t worry about any residual anger about that. I don’t have it.”

“I can’t believe...You truly have forgiven me for that?” Irina asked.

“I would, if I knew you were really my wife and had returned to me,” Jack said archly, reminding her of the story line of her game. “Keep on going with your memory.”

“I loved those earrings, Jack. They were the first real gift anyone had ever given me out of love.”

Jack ran his hands around her waist. Yes, this memory game was a good strategy. She was revealing her true identity in her choice of memories and moments. “I’m sorry that was your experience.”

“No. You made it up to me, so many times, so many gifts. I was...” Irina realized suddenly, “A greedy little girl in some ways with those gifts of yours.”

“Scratch the surface and most of us have our childhood wounds and unmet needs. You were...innocent in your honest enjoyment of those gifts.” Jack slid one hand lightly up over Irina’s body, skimming over her arms, breasts, shoulders and neck to cup her cheek. Rubbing his thumb along her cheekbone, he said quietly, “The look on your face was reason enough to give them to you. There was truth in your reaction. That’s why I kept giving them to you. Positive reinforcement.”

“Positive reinforcement? Ah, because you enjoyed my pleasure.” Irina closed her eyes and could have sworn she heard the sound of the shower and saw Jack’s shock as she promised to pleasure him, just him, that day. That day she had first recognized joy. “You spoiled me, just like you spoiled Sydney. And what I never realized was that, what Yasmina said, about never refusing a gift.”
“What did she say?”

“That it’s like spitting in the eye of Allah. I did that when I refused the two greatest gifts you gave me, your love and our daughter. And that’s why...” Irina trailed her fingertips down Jack’s arms and back up again, then over his chest. “And that’s why I need to start here.”

“If you’re going to start somewhere, move your hands a little lower-“

“Jonathan Donahue Bristow! Listen to my words-“

“I’d be able to do that a little better if your hot little-“

“Jack!” Irina fought to keep from laughing and to keep from doing as he suggested.

“Wasn’t pressed against my-“

“Shut up.”

“I’ve got the up covered, but I fail to see how shutting anything would benefit either of us.”

“We’re getting off the point-“

“You haven’t even gotten on my point. I must point that out.”

Irina collapsed on Jack’s chest in a stream of laughter. “Can’t you stop?”

“I haven’t started.” Jack sighed. He dropped his voice to a whisper and asked, “Is this making you happy or would you rather I-“

“I love this version of my fantasy, Jack. I do,” Irina whispered back. Jack was so happy that his mood was contagious and wiped away a portion of the guilt she knew Jack considered unhealthy. In her fantasy she had always assumed he would be thrilled to have her return, but the last year had taught her the illogical fallacy of that dream. The last few months had shown her the benefit of hard work. The last few days had given her a reward. The last few minutes, her reward was seeing or rather right now hearing the spate of words that was Jack at his most relaxed and feeling the intimacy in the shared humor. “Thank you.”

“Okay. Because we can do this over again, if you want.”

“I’ll take you up on that offer in every home we will own.” Irina pushed herself up to a sitting position again. “But this particular do over needs to start and in some ways, end right here. With this.” She took a surprisingly easy breath. “Jack. I am sorry I didn’t return earlier.”

“What did you say?”
“I’m sorry. I apologize. Ja vinovata.”

“You apologized? Voluntarily? Without qualification?” Jack tsked, tsked. “Mistake, Laura, Irina, Whatever. Now, I know you’re not my wife.”

“Very funny.” Irina bit the top of Jack’s pectoral muscle, then slid her mouth down to lick at his nipple and felt him shiver against her. She smiled and raised her head. “But I’m serious. Ja vinovata. Pozhaluista. There, I said please. I’m ceding the power to you.”

Jack said softly. “You’d have to cede it. True enough. Since you always had the power of the truth, didn’t you?”

“True enough. But you always had the power of setting priorities properly, didn’t you?”

“Not always, not when I was...lost. But...” Jack circled her waist with his hands. “My wife would have never said please so early.”

“She would, I would if she was tired of wasting time. Precious time during which she could be in your arms.”

“Now that does sound like my wife. Logical. Efficient.”

“Of course.”

“Good. I’m ever so glad to hear that given that we now have approximately ten minutes before we have to meet the doctor and get Dave released from the hospital. So, c’mon honey.” Jack lifted her by the waist and rubbed his hardness against her. “Show me how efficient you can be. Just move this way and-“

“What?” Irina yelled. “Why didn’t you tell me how little time we really had-“

“The process is as important as the goal-“ Jack said in the stuffy tone of voice that had always made his wife roll her eyes.

“Really? And did you enjoy this game we just played?”

“Yes,” Jack answered quickly, knowing he was being set up but not caring.

“Well then! The process being so important, you wouldn’t mind if we just got out of bed and got ready-“

“Oh, we can get out of bed. Not a problem. You can get ready. I already am.” Jack took Irina’s hand and pressed it to his hardness, then slid his hand between her legs. “Ah...So are you.” Jack whispered, “ We can get out of bed, because we can do it against the wall or on the chair or-“
Irina pressed Jack back into the bed. “You’re not ready. Not yet. You’re waiting. Aren’t you?”

“No. Really, I’m not.” Jack molded Irina’s breasts in his hands and rubbed his thumbs across her already-hardened nipples, feeling her still to concentrate on his actions. He pressed harder and lifted his body up to lick at one nipple while sending his hand back down her body. “How about a quick shower? That won’t take long-“

“Neither will this.” Irina moved her body, brushing up and down against his hardness.

“Actually, no it won’t take long at all if you keep doing that!” Jack grabbed Irina’s hips. She pushed him away. He moved his hands to her thighs and she shoved at him. “So if you wouldn’t mind just moving up a little and opening your legs a little wider, because I really need-“

“Really? I need to say-“

“What?” Jack groaned as she parried his hands. “You apologized.”

“For this...” Irina lay full length on top of Jack. “For me to tell you that I’m falling in love with you, Jack Bristow. All over again.”

“The ice rink,” Jack answered immediately. He kissed her cheek and wove his hands together in the small of her back.

“You waited until I told you and then...” Irina bent her head and fastened her mouth to Jack’s in a kiss that told of her hunger and fed his own. “Then you melted me with your heat. It’s one of my favorite memories.”

“Mine too. Again.” Jack ran his hands up and down Irina’s back. “Although this time my ass isn’t freezing off. And we’re not in public, so I can do what I want...” Once again he lifted her over his body. This time she met his upward thrust eagerly.

Irina couldn’t help smiling even as she groaned and slid down his length. Flexing her thigh muscles she rose and then sank back down on him again. “I see what you want. To use this one particular weapon. Which, I admit, was a potent one in the game between us. However, it was not your only one, as I recall, in the dim mists of time...” she hinted.

“Ah. I’m remiss in my weapon deployment. I’d hate for you to submit a report and find myself deficient in any way.” Jack bent his knees and bumped Irina’s buttocks with his legs, forced her forward onto her hands. Her hair brushed against his chest and shoulders. He tugged on it with his hand pulling her toward him even as her hips and his hips moved pulling them closer to the edge. “Let me try this weapon...” Jack reached up blindly in the dark and his mouth found her mouth, soft and moist and so warm. Like the rest of her. “Warm...” he whispered, brushing his mouth down over her jaw to her neck, then traveling back up to her mouth. “Was it this one...” Jack brushed his mouth over Irina’s, tickling her lower lip with the tip of his tongue.
“That is an excellent choice,” Irina whispered as she rose and fell on him, pushing them closer to the edge with every movement. Just as, she knew, his words...yes, it was his words that were the weapons. His words tonight had been so full of teasing and indulgence and impatience and humor, the combination reserved only for those whom he loved.

“Or this one?” Jack rubbed the tip of one index finger, then the other over her bottom lip. She bit at each. He smiled and then trailed his fingers down her body until he circled her breasts over and over. Hearing her breathing hitch, his left hand slid between her legs. She froze and then began to move faster.

“That weapon set has its advantages.” Irina glided her own hands over Jack’s body, touching and kneading, feeling the warmth in his skin.

“Or this one?” Jack anchored her with one hand at her waist as he pushed up into her, meeting her, over and over again.

“All of them. All of you, Jack. All of you.” Irina put her hand over Jack’s heart and felt him still. He paused and took her hand to kiss the center of the palm. “But this one is the most important weapon of all. Your heart. The way you love me. Love me again? Please?”

“Whatever you want,” Jack whispered. “Whatever you want.”

He knew every place to touch, just what she wanted. He overwhelmed her in minutes, or it could have been hours. She could not tell, could not tell anything in the darkness but the warmth and heat and possessiveness of his touch. In the darkness she could imagine that they were younger, that she had come home earlier, the way she should have.

He was bigger, she was thinner. Her hair was longer, his hair was shorter. His heart was still as big and hers had grown to match. His hands were the same, though. Large, warm, loving, demanding, questing. His mouth was the same, he tasted the same. He kissed the same in that carnal way that had her gasping, “Oh!” against his mouth the minute their lips broke apart.

“You always startled me,” Irina whispered. “Let me startle you this time.” In a good way, she amended silently, as she moved her body in ways she knew would bring him to the edge. “I love you, I love you, I love you, ” she whispered over and over until in the darkness, Jack felt surrounded by her voice, just as her body surrounded his, as her arms held him close as her mouth took his in kisses that seemed to send them both falling. “The best game, Jack, the best.”

“Only with you,” Jack whispered in return as he tried to catch his breath. “Only with you.”

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