OK this is my version of the affair. 
All characters belong to JJ Abrams and Bad Robot...
THE SEDUCTION OF JACK BRISTOW
Two days after moving into the apartment, Laura made contact with Jack Bristow. Coming home from the college where she was being settled in as a teacher of English Literature 103 and 102, Laura stood at her mailbox, glancing at the mail she had received. It was bogus mail, since she had not been in the country long enough to be on any mailing list or get a bill. However, the purpose was not to read mail, but meet Jack.
Two minutes later, he rounded the corner and nearly bumped into her. He was surprised. “Hey, sorry. You’re new here?” He quickly noticed she was pretty, tall, and had beautiful long brown hair with matching brown eyes. Her lips were full and sensuous.
“Yes, moved in two days ago.” She gave him a quick appraisal, liking what she saw more than his picture on file. “My name is Laura Cain. I’m teaching at the local college.”
“Jack Bristow.” He was young, engaging, and obviously friendly. “Have you been in town long?”
“No, about three days. I just moved in, remember?”
He laughed. “Listen if you’d like me to show you around, I’d be happy to start with a cup of coffee at the local coffee shop. I’m not much of a cook, so I eat there a lot.”
Now she laughed, “I’d love to have one. To tell you the truth, I’m not the best cook in the world. My mother got some basics into me, but gave up after awhile. Had my nose in a book more often than she cared.”
“How about dinner then?”
“Dutch treat. I don’t know you well enough to accept,” she smiled, “a date.”
“No problem.” He glanced at his watch. “How about a hour from now. That would be seven o’clock.”
“Fine. I’m in apartment 110, left corridor, in the rear.”
The dinner was a success. They ate and talked for two hours until Laura had to return home. She had an early class in the morning and needed to get her materials together. They walked back saying little, enjoying the warm evening. Traffic had slackened and a little breeze came up, making the walk pleasant and comfortable.
He walked her to her door. “I’ve had a great evening, Laura. I can’t tell you how much I’ve enjoyed meeting you. Maybe we could go out this weekend. I could show you around Washington?”
She flashed him a warm smile; “I’d love to have you show me the city.”
The following three weeks were filled with dinners out, a brunch, several early breakfasts, and long walks in a nearby park. Jack was in seventh heaven. He thought he might be falling in love. They had even kissed a few times. Laura was everything he had wanted in a woman: beautiful, bright, funny and smart. It had been a delight to show her the capitol. She was like a kid in a candy shop.
It was late when they finished dinner. Laura had finally allowed him to pay. He felt elated. Getting his change back, he went outside where she waited. “Come to my apartment for a drink?” She asked.
Jack’s heart thundered. He almost was afraid to take a deep breath. She had always left him at her door. “Sure.”
She handed him her key. He opened the door, standing to one side to allow her to go past him. She tossed her purse down on the kitchen counter. “I have Chivas Regal, Jack Daniels and cold Absolut vodka. What would you like?”
He put the keys down next to her purse. “Chivas, please, no ice.” He looked around noticing the simplicity of décor. It was one of the smaller apartments, probably a one bedroom. There were a couple of pictures on the walls, most likely prints. The furniture was ordinary, but comfortable.
She poured out a shot of Chivas for him, then went to the freezer and pulled out a bottle of Absolut vodka, from which she poured a jigger of the cold liquid. “Come to the couch, Jack.” She flipped the switch on her radio and soft music played.
They sat together, looking at each other, and then Jack grinned touching his glass to hers. “To us,” he said.
She smiled, drinking the cold liquid in one swallow. Jack finished his, put his glass down and studied her face. “Laura,” he looked so serious.
“Jack, kiss me.” She leaned toward him.
He put his hands on her face, holding it and kissed her gently, but with an increasing urgency as he felt her own responding passion. They kissed again, then he felt her hand slip inside his shirt. Jack lifted her blouse and gently ran his fingers across her breasts. He held her close and reached behind her, unfastening her bra. He held her breast gently and massaged the nipple. She gasped. He pulled one hand away and laid her back onto the couch. He never missed a beat, kissing her first under her left ear, moving to her throat, then pulling her blouse up, both nipples.
She had her arms around his neck, kissing him back. She could almost hear Jack’s heart pounding. Her own heart sounded like thunder. She felt his hardness against her body. She was surprised at how well he was controlling the situation.
Laura pushed him away with strength he didn’t realize she had. “Come to bed, my darling.” She was pulling her clothes off, kissing him and doing things with her tongue that promised everything. He pulled off his clothes, stumbling along after her.
They fell into her bed naked. He was on top of her, kissing her. He felt her hand reach down, guiding him inside her. Almost instantly he came. Her legs crossed over his buttocks, holding him inside, making him help her to her own climax. He pulled himself out, and lay next to her, looking at her lovingly.
“Oh Laura, that was good. I’m sorry that—“
She put her fingers to his mouth, “Hush, darling. It’s all right. I’m fine. But I don’t think you’re finished.” She touched him again.
He gasped, “I guess not.”
They made love again and then again later at dawn. Jack didn’t believe he could have done it that many times, but Laura had proved he could. As they rested after the third time, Jack looked at her.
“Who taught you all of this?”
She giggled. “The Kama Sutra and mother. She said if I couldn’t cook, I could make my man happy in other ways.”
“Is she still alive? I’d like to send her a dozen roses.”
“No.” She answered softly. “But thank you.” She leaned over him, her small breasts brushing his chest. She kissed him gently, looking down at his strong face with more fondness than she ever imagined she could have for another human being. She reached down with her hand, touching him again.
He didn’t seem to respond. “Looks like you’ve worn me out woman.” He pulled her into his arms. “How long have we known each other?”
“A little over three weeks.”
He kissed her, “The best three weeks in my life.”
She allowed herself a secret smile. “And--?”
“I might be falling in love!”
She kissed him back hungrily. “Three weeks isn’t very long, Jack. I think we need more time to know each other.”
Three months later they were married. Jack, though, had to tell the CIA his marital status was about to change. The DDO called the FBI and gave them Laura’s name. The FBI was the government entity in charge of doing background checks on all persons involved with sensitive agents of the CIA. Laura had to be thoroughly checked out by the FBI. However, the KGB had done its job well. Laura Cain was given a clean bill of health. Jack could marry her.
It was a simple ceremony, with his friend, Arvin Sloane, and his wife, Emily, as best man and matron of honor. Jack took Laura on a quick honeymoon as he had certain duties to perform before he could get more time off. Laura did not mind. The seduction of Jack Bristow had been successful.
***
All characters belong to JJ Abrams and Bad Robot...
THE SEDUCTION OF JACK BRISTOW
Two days after moving into the apartment, Laura made contact with Jack Bristow. Coming home from the college where she was being settled in as a teacher of English Literature 103 and 102, Laura stood at her mailbox, glancing at the mail she had received. It was bogus mail, since she had not been in the country long enough to be on any mailing list or get a bill. However, the purpose was not to read mail, but meet Jack.
Two minutes later, he rounded the corner and nearly bumped into her. He was surprised. “Hey, sorry. You’re new here?” He quickly noticed she was pretty, tall, and had beautiful long brown hair with matching brown eyes. Her lips were full and sensuous.
“Yes, moved in two days ago.” She gave him a quick appraisal, liking what she saw more than his picture on file. “My name is Laura Cain. I’m teaching at the local college.”
“Jack Bristow.” He was young, engaging, and obviously friendly. “Have you been in town long?”
“No, about three days. I just moved in, remember?”
He laughed. “Listen if you’d like me to show you around, I’d be happy to start with a cup of coffee at the local coffee shop. I’m not much of a cook, so I eat there a lot.”
Now she laughed, “I’d love to have one. To tell you the truth, I’m not the best cook in the world. My mother got some basics into me, but gave up after awhile. Had my nose in a book more often than she cared.”
“How about dinner then?”
“Dutch treat. I don’t know you well enough to accept,” she smiled, “a date.”
“No problem.” He glanced at his watch. “How about a hour from now. That would be seven o’clock.”
“Fine. I’m in apartment 110, left corridor, in the rear.”
The dinner was a success. They ate and talked for two hours until Laura had to return home. She had an early class in the morning and needed to get her materials together. They walked back saying little, enjoying the warm evening. Traffic had slackened and a little breeze came up, making the walk pleasant and comfortable.
He walked her to her door. “I’ve had a great evening, Laura. I can’t tell you how much I’ve enjoyed meeting you. Maybe we could go out this weekend. I could show you around Washington?”
She flashed him a warm smile; “I’d love to have you show me the city.”
The following three weeks were filled with dinners out, a brunch, several early breakfasts, and long walks in a nearby park. Jack was in seventh heaven. He thought he might be falling in love. They had even kissed a few times. Laura was everything he had wanted in a woman: beautiful, bright, funny and smart. It had been a delight to show her the capitol. She was like a kid in a candy shop.
It was late when they finished dinner. Laura had finally allowed him to pay. He felt elated. Getting his change back, he went outside where she waited. “Come to my apartment for a drink?” She asked.
Jack’s heart thundered. He almost was afraid to take a deep breath. She had always left him at her door. “Sure.”
She handed him her key. He opened the door, standing to one side to allow her to go past him. She tossed her purse down on the kitchen counter. “I have Chivas Regal, Jack Daniels and cold Absolut vodka. What would you like?”
He put the keys down next to her purse. “Chivas, please, no ice.” He looked around noticing the simplicity of décor. It was one of the smaller apartments, probably a one bedroom. There were a couple of pictures on the walls, most likely prints. The furniture was ordinary, but comfortable.
She poured out a shot of Chivas for him, then went to the freezer and pulled out a bottle of Absolut vodka, from which she poured a jigger of the cold liquid. “Come to the couch, Jack.” She flipped the switch on her radio and soft music played.
They sat together, looking at each other, and then Jack grinned touching his glass to hers. “To us,” he said.
She smiled, drinking the cold liquid in one swallow. Jack finished his, put his glass down and studied her face. “Laura,” he looked so serious.
“Jack, kiss me.” She leaned toward him.
He put his hands on her face, holding it and kissed her gently, but with an increasing urgency as he felt her own responding passion. They kissed again, then he felt her hand slip inside his shirt. Jack lifted her blouse and gently ran his fingers across her breasts. He held her close and reached behind her, unfastening her bra. He held her breast gently and massaged the nipple. She gasped. He pulled one hand away and laid her back onto the couch. He never missed a beat, kissing her first under her left ear, moving to her throat, then pulling her blouse up, both nipples.
She had her arms around his neck, kissing him back. She could almost hear Jack’s heart pounding. Her own heart sounded like thunder. She felt his hardness against her body. She was surprised at how well he was controlling the situation.
Laura pushed him away with strength he didn’t realize she had. “Come to bed, my darling.” She was pulling her clothes off, kissing him and doing things with her tongue that promised everything. He pulled off his clothes, stumbling along after her.
They fell into her bed naked. He was on top of her, kissing her. He felt her hand reach down, guiding him inside her. Almost instantly he came. Her legs crossed over his buttocks, holding him inside, making him help her to her own climax. He pulled himself out, and lay next to her, looking at her lovingly.
“Oh Laura, that was good. I’m sorry that—“
She put her fingers to his mouth, “Hush, darling. It’s all right. I’m fine. But I don’t think you’re finished.” She touched him again.
He gasped, “I guess not.”
They made love again and then again later at dawn. Jack didn’t believe he could have done it that many times, but Laura had proved he could. As they rested after the third time, Jack looked at her.
“Who taught you all of this?”
She giggled. “The Kama Sutra and mother. She said if I couldn’t cook, I could make my man happy in other ways.”
“Is she still alive? I’d like to send her a dozen roses.”
“No.” She answered softly. “But thank you.” She leaned over him, her small breasts brushing his chest. She kissed him gently, looking down at his strong face with more fondness than she ever imagined she could have for another human being. She reached down with her hand, touching him again.
He didn’t seem to respond. “Looks like you’ve worn me out woman.” He pulled her into his arms. “How long have we known each other?”
“A little over three weeks.”
He kissed her, “The best three weeks in my life.”
She allowed herself a secret smile. “And--?”
“I might be falling in love!”
She kissed him back hungrily. “Three weeks isn’t very long, Jack. I think we need more time to know each other.”
Three months later they were married. Jack, though, had to tell the CIA his marital status was about to change. The DDO called the FBI and gave them Laura’s name. The FBI was the government entity in charge of doing background checks on all persons involved with sensitive agents of the CIA. Laura had to be thoroughly checked out by the FBI. However, the KGB had done its job well. Laura Cain was given a clean bill of health. Jack could marry her.
It was a simple ceremony, with his friend, Arvin Sloane, and his wife, Emily, as best man and matron of honor. Jack took Laura on a quick honeymoon as he had certain duties to perform before he could get more time off. Laura did not mind. The seduction of Jack Bristow had been successful.
***
