Patience
Title: Patience
Pairing: Jack/Juliet
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: Post-Island AU, Vague S3 mentions.
Disclaimer: Not Mine!
Prompts: For get_jackoff #8, Hospital Scrubs, and prettybutt’s prompt Medical Incredible
A/N: Laura, this is unabashed porny schmoop. Hope you like it!
“Jack. Jack. Wake up.”
He stirs slowly, eyes blinking open, in a serene daze. Then Jack suddenly realizes it’s her standing beside the lower bunk, eyes wide, shaking his arm. He sits bolt upright, nearly missing hitting his head on the metal frame above him.
“What? What is it?” It’s strange how even now, months after leaving the island, his first instinct is always panic. Fear. All of his senses immediately go on red alert and the last clinging cobwebs of sleepiness are shaken off sharply. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing’s wrong,” Juliet assures him. Jack notices for the first time that she’s smiling. And a real smile; she’s honest-to-god-beaming. He hasn’t seen her grin like this since Rachel had thrown herself into her arms on the airport tarmac. “It’s a girl.”
“Wait, what?”
“Sun had her baby. It’s a girl.” Juliet leans forward and kisses him full on the mouth, cutting off the questions that pour forth.
“Sun had her baby?” The words spill out as soon as her lips leave his and he stands up, looking for his pager. “Why didn’t you - or someone - how come no one got me? Is she okay? Is Jin here?”
Juliet sits on the edge of the mattress and merely smiles as Jack scrambles to try and find all his things, like Jerry Lee Lewis on speed. If she didn’t know better, she’d think he was the lucky father-to-be.
Her laughter causes him to stop outright, and truthfully, the sound of it shocks even her. It’s been so long since it’s felt that good, that natural.
“Sun’s fine, Jin’s here, and no one came and got you, Jack, because you’re a spinal surgeon, not an OB-GYN.” Juliet stands up, taking his wrists in her hands and pulling him toward her. She purposefully puts his hands onto her waist. “And I, Dr. Jack Shephard, just delivered my first healthy baby in almost four years. It feels like a miracle.”
Juliet feels giddy, innocent, the way she’d felt when Rachel first told her that the treatment worked and she was going to have a child. She’s lighter than air, loose and free, and she almost doesn’t know what to do with herself.
Almost.
She brings Jack to her, wrapping her arms around his neck, pushing her body close against his as his mouth opens to her, inviting her in. Pressing him back against the door, she giggles lightly against his lips and kisses him again, pulling back playfully before turning her head and angling to meet him a different way.
“We should probably go check on Sun, shouldn’t we?” Jack murmurs against her lips, though he chuckles as he says it. She can feel it rumble through his chest as she smoothes her hand down the front of his blue scrubs.
“She’s sleeping,” Juliet whispers against his kiss and drags her teeth over his bottom lip. His strong hands sweep through her already messy ponytail, the flyaway wisps twining in his fingers.
“The baby?” Her tongue sliding into his warm, wet mouth muffles Jack’s inquiry.
“Cuddled up safe and sound in the nursery. She’s beautiful, and she’s perfect,” Juliet assures him, drawing back. The bubbly excitement settles down as she pauses, looking deep into his dark brown eyes. It always startles her to find so much love reflected within them. Love for her. “She’s incredible.”
“No signs of…?”
“No. Not Sun, not the baby.” Juliet sighs, relaxing into Jack.
“So we’re finally free of it.” Jack doesn’t sound like he quite believes it. “The island can’t touch us.”
“Seems that way.” His hair is soft underneath her fingers, his body hard. It’s this she’s been waiting for. She dips her head and leaves a trail of slow, lingering kisses up from the v-neck dip in the front of his scrubs up the length of his neck, along the sharp edge of his jaw.
Jack closes his eyes, his lashes dark and long. His cheeks are stubbled sharp, flecks of gray that match the light strands that speckle his sideburns. Juliet hesitates before kissing his pale pink lips, taking a moment to simply let the sight of him wash over her, sink in.
This is all hers now.
She slips her smooth, delicate hands under the light fabric of his shirt; his skin warms to her touch and his stomach contracts, betraying the effect she’s already having over him. With a tug, she loosens the tie on his baggy scrubs.
His eyes flicker open.
“Can we…?” He asks gently. Because they haven’t.
They’d planned to wait until it was clear Sun would be all right. That the baby would survive. The last thing they wanted to happen was to fall prey to the island’s mysterious illnesses after they’d thought they’d escaped.
But Sun was fine…glowing, thrilled, and exhausted. Their baby girl cried loud and gurgled happier than any other baby in the nursery.
Juliet nods and Jack’s palms immediately find the curve of her lower back, slide down over her ass, hitch her hips closer.
The relief is tangible as they melt into one another. His mouth is open and slack and he kisses her deeply, so deeply she groans in pleasure.
“Is here okay?” He is breathless as he raises his eyebrows, his question directed toward their surroundings. She smiles, brushes her hand over his cheek in answer. “I mean-“
“Jack, here is fine.” Her smile turns to a slight smirk of amusement. “I certainly don’t want to wait until we get home. Do you?”
“Hell no,” Jack replies. Juliet pulls on the front of his shirt, her hand bunching up the fabric, and he leans slightly forward to kiss her again. Then suddenly she moves, leaving his lips seeking and finding nothing but air. She cups between his legs, rubbing over him as she sinks to the unforgiving linoleum floor. He’s already hard and hot against her palm. Warmth pools in her stomach at just the thought of him, naked, hers.
Juliet mouths over his cock, the fabric dampening as her lips move sensuously along the outline of it underneath his pants. She can smell him, taste him, he’s so close.
Her long fingers curl under his waistband and she deliberately makes a show of pulling the thin fabric down over his thighs, down his calves, leaving them around his ankles before sliding her hands back up his bare legs to take his boxers too. Juliet wants to stay on her knees and lick and suck and kiss every last inch of Jack’s newly exposed skin; she wants to feel him thrust inside her mouth, then thrust inside her.
Inside her.
How long has she waited for this, after endless nights of settling for less, never feeling completely satisfied.
She’d felt giddy before, on a rush of adrenaline and pure joy, but now endorphins and pure lust run through her veins, pulsing faster than ever as her heart beats wildly out of control.
Her mouth is eager when she takes him in, enveloping almost his entire length with no hesitation. Jack swears and she hears a heavy thud, his head hitting back against the door. She’s had so much practice at this that she could do this perfectly, blow his mind in no time at all. She’s spent so much time touching him with hands, lathing over him with her tongue, she knows every particular sensitive place, every single specific way to move to set him off. After months of only having this, she knows Jack’s body better than he knows it himself.
But now, with the prospect of finally having more looming before her, all her assured technique and careful attention flies out the window. Juliet moans in anticipation as she enthusiastically sucks, sloppy and wet and fast. She gropes his ass and his thighs, squeezing and pushing as he rocks forward and back, sliding past her lips.
“Juliet…Juliet…” Jack tugs on her shoulders, his fingers pulling at her pink shirt. His voice is deep and husky and it sends a rush of need to her core. He says her name again and ropes his hands in her hair, gently but forcefully pulling her back. He doesn’t say anything more but she sees it written plainly all over his face. I need you. I can’t wait. Now.
Juliet scrambles up from the floor and strips off her clothes so quickly that it nearly makes her laugh out loud. She watches Jack yank his shirt over his head as she ungracefully rids herself of her salmon colored scrubs and white panties. They’re about as calm and adult as a pair of horny teenagers, and Juliet has a feeling they’re going to last just about as long. She’s already on the verge of coming just from looking at him, from thinking about it.
But she’s never felt like this, never had this crazy rush of overwhelming emotion and reckless abandon. She went from being the shy, awkward girl who only made love in the dark to the icy, confident, always in control woman who, for some reason, never referred to this as anything more than a sexual act, scientifically labeled intercourse. She hadn’t even cried when Goodwin died.
Now she trips over the leg of her pants and stumbles toward Jack, her bra strap slipping down her shoulder, giggling and not caring that she’s being clumsy and silly, almost all of her bare for him to see. Jack laughs too, just as naked and open as she, then grabs her hips and spins her, guiding her backward until she hits the wall. She touches him wherever and however she can, having no care where her hands are as long as they’re on his body.
His palm, so much softer and smoother now that they’ve been off the island for months, slides under her thigh and hitches her leg up. Her ankle crosses over the back of his knee as they push toward one another. Jack is rock hard, smooth, dripping, trapped between his stomach and hers. She’s wet and she wonders if he can feel it the way she feels him.
She grabs his other hand and makes sure he does; guiding his fingers to her slick warmth. They both breathe out, almost sighing, as he touches her. Juliet shoves herself downward onto his hand, urging him on. She gets more this time; he’ll finally be able to fill her, touch her deep in that place where his fingers, deft and spectacular though they are, simply can never reach.
As if reading her thoughts, Jack pulls back, kissing her with sloppily, his tongue tangling with hers. He lifts her up like she weighs nothing at all, pins her to the wall as she wraps her long, slender legs around his waist.
Juliet can’t help but cry out as Jack pushes into her, one smooth movement and then he’s all the way inside, his hips colliding with hers. He groans too, loud, shamelessly loud. They both still for one perfect moment. She realizes she’s trembling. He feels so good, too good, stretching her, filling her; no one has ever felt so amazing. It’s never felt so intimate.
“You okay?” Jack murmurs; Juliet forces her eyes open and looks at him, her hips involuntarily shifting toward him in need when she sees the love and desire in his gaze.
“Oh god yes,” she whispers back, sighing in heavenly bliss. She slides her hands over his firm biceps, over his broad back, then to the nape of his neck. She guides his face back to hers. He moves, pulling out, pushing back in, and their kisses grow harder, deeper, needing to release some of the pressure building up.
It begins slow and short, his thrusts shallow, but within moments Jack is pounding into her, her body sliding up and down against the wall. Juliet loses herself to it entirely, unable to exert even a little control. She clings to him, crying out his name with wanton abandon, reacting purely on instinct without any thought at all. His hand tears aside the cup of her bra, which she’d been in too much of a hurry to take off. He massages her breast, her nipple hard under his palm, and his tongue in her mouth echoes the hard push of his cock inside her body, fucking her thoroughly.
She’s not going to last. Neither is he. Maybe tonight, when they get home, they’ll do this the way she had always imagined it would be after such a long, careful wait: dinner by candlelight, softly wafting music, undressing one another slowly and then making love all night long in their soft, warm bed. Treasuring every single moment and everything about each other. Waking up in the morning in his arms, tired but feeling on top of the world. She figured they’d left the stolen moments, rough and haphazard, back on the island.
But Juliet wouldn’t trade this for anything. This is what she needs, what they both need. He surrounds her and for the next few minutes, he’s everything, her entire world. This is more than she ever thought it would be, more than she ever dreamed she could deserve.
Her whole body shivers, shakes, and she tightens around him, everything pulsing white hot. Everything tenses and then he’s coming too, pouring himself into her, giving her everything he has. It’s pure ecstasy, better than anything she’s ever felt before.
When Juliet finally comes back to her senses, Jack is kissing her as tenderly as he had kissed her roughly before. She sighs happily, relaxed, warm from head to toe, and rests her forehead against his. She brushes her thumbs over his sweaty temples and he gently pushes damp tendrils of her curly blonde hair back from her cheeks.
“You okay?” Jack asks her again. There’s so much love in his voice that Juliet can barely stand it, it’s so beautiful.
“Yeah, Jack. I’m more than okay. You?” He smiles lightly and brushes his lips over hers.
“Uh, yeah. I’m good.” He shifts, still half-hard inside her, and she shudders in aftershock.
“I have no idea how we waited this long.” She breathes out, sated, blissed out. Jack murmurs in agreement, his kiss telling her everything. He slowly sets her back down on the ground, lightly tugging her bra back into place, slipping her strap back up over her shoulder.
They keep touching one another as they slowly dress. When his scrubs are back on, Juliet stops and looks at him, wondering if she looks as completely satisfied and sexed out as Jack does. His cheeks are still flushed, his lips kiss-swollen, his hair messed up. There’s a relaxed ease in his usually tense shoulders and he moves languidly. She has a feeling that all of his co-workers and interns down in surgery aren’t going to know what to do with themselves today when he returns, happy and laid-back instead of tense and serious.
Juliet smiles as she turns to the small mirror over the sink, fixing her hair. Jack steps behind her and circles his arms around her, his hands resting on her stomach. He rests his head on her shoulder, meeting her gaze in the mirror.
“Let’s go see Sun?” Jack suggests, and she nods. He brushes his hand against over her stomach and kisses the curve of her neck. She puts a hand over his, wondering if maybe the next time they talk about having a baby, it’ll be their own.