AUTHOR’S NOTE: Heck, I thought about more questions and then had an epiphany. Almost all of the ficlets here are rated PG-13 and only a minimally R for naughty thoughts. So, I decided to take a small detour and write a little ficlet having to do with memories of long ago.
SUMMARY: Jack has kissed his wife twice while she is recuperating from fractured ribs. He, too, has divided himself into the CIA agent who knows Irina Derevko cannot be trusted and that she is a terrorist having killed twelve CIA agents, yet the other half of him recognizes he loves her as his wife of twenty years ago and mother to their child, Sydney. Irina has been in the hospital four days
This is my question.
RATING: R
THE NEARNESS OF YOU
Conversation Five
Irina had not seen Jack since they kissed two nights ago. She missed him. Sydney had come by yesterday and they had talked. Sydney, of course, had questions, but then the ever-inquisitive Sydney Bristow often had questions that needed answers. Irina answered those she felt were appropriate. Irina, like Jack, had secrets. Some were dangerous to reveal and some needed to remain hidden—never to be revealed.
She did feel better. The doctor told her she was mending faster than he imagined she would and that he would be releasing her though at the time he reported to the CIA, a week after her admittance. That meant she had at least three more days. The bed next to her had remained empty. The CIA did not want anyone else in the room. She asked the doctor if they could move her to the bed next to the window. He had. At least she had blue sky to see. She found herself staring out wondering what the days and weeks would bring.
Irina heard the door open and looked over to see Jack entering. He was carrying a small vase with miniature yellow roses. They were her favorite flower and color. She never saw a yellow rose until she went to Central City and she began her training. Moscow was devoid of much color in the days of USSR dominance. Flowers were decadent—a sign of weakness.
Central City itself was located further south and there was a longer period of growing, not only flowers, but of farm vegetables which were used to feed the trainees. They had to become used to the flavors and textures of these beyond those that they knew. They were going to the United States where vegetables and fruits were common. Those students like her who came from a northern USSR, were less likely to be familiar with many items.
Now here was Jack with flowers—for her. Irina’s eyes lit up and she smiled. “I thought you needed some color in the room,” he said by way of explanation. He placed the vase down on the table in front of her.
Irina reached up and tenderly touched the flowers. Using her only free hand, she brought them closer to smell. They smelled wonderful.
“Do you remember when I first brought you flowers?”
“Yes, I remember—exactly.”
It had been two nights after the first time they slept together. The night when she seduced him, or thought she had. However, looking back on that night, Laura had wondered if it had not been both who had seduced each other. Still, the next day, he called and wanted to take her to dinner that night. Laura said no, but that she was available the following evening if the invitation was still open. That was the beginning.
Jack appeared at her door exactly at the time given—seven o’clock. He had made reservations at a very posh restaurant in Arlington, about a half hour away. He handed her a huge bouquet of long stem yellow roses. She had no tall vase, but the flowers were already in one as he anticipated she would not have one.
She smelled the roses. She was excited by the gift. “I love these. They are so beautiful.” She kissed him lightly on the cheek and then carried everything to the tiny kitchen. She added water and set them on the coffee table.
“Laura,” he said huskily, pulling her close to him, and kissing her hungrily. “Night before last was the best night of my life.” He kissed her again.
“You were fantastic yourself, sweetheart.” There, she said it to him for the first time. It would not be the last. “I am hungry. Sex on an empty stomach can be off-putting.”
His eyes widened and suddenly, she found herself being propelled through the door and out to his car. Dinner was superb. Laura knew she could never match this gourmet cooking. In fact, she thought dryly, she might have to spend some time learning how to cook the basics. Jack did not want to linger for coffee and dessert, but Laura insisted. She knew the waiting would make the night that much better for both of them.
It was nine-thirty when Jack pulled into his parking space. He helped Laura out of the car. He again pulled her into his arms and kissed her. “I had a wonderful time.”
She kissed him back. “It’s not over,” she whispered.
He opened the door to her apartment. She walked inside and Jack shut the door, locking it. She went into the kitchen. She poured him some scotch and gave herself a shot glass of iced Absolut.
They downed the liquor staring at each other hungrily.
Laura leaned forward and kissed him. “Thank you for the flowers and dinner.”
“You’re welcome,” he answered in a soft voice that promised more to come.
They both put their glasses on the sink. Laura took Jack’s hand and led him to the bedroom. She didn’t switch on the overhead light. Instead, she snapped on the lamp on the nightstand. It gave a low light since there was just a forty-watt bulb in it. Jack reached for her.
“No,” she stopped him, “let me take off your clothes.”
Surprised, Jack stood quietly as she removed his coat jacket, tie, shirt, and undershirt. She leaned down and kissed his nipples. She moved up to his jaw line, pressing her lips to his briefly, then to his jaw again. All the while, she stroked the hair on his chest, plying her hands and fingers like feathers floating across his skin. His breath caught in his throat and he closed his eyes briefly, swallowing hard.
He felt her long fingers at his waist, unbuckling his belt and drawing it off. She looked up into his face. Stepping close, she kissed him hard. He held her tight to his chest with one hand, his other to the back of her head, as he responded to the seductiveness of Laura’s slow but deliberate movements. His button was next and then the zipper was pulled down. He fidgeted wanting her to hurry. His erection was growing harder and longer every second. Her hands reached down cupping the bulge, gently stroking.
Jack moaned, “Laura, don’t take so long.”
“Sweetheart, patience is a virtue and will earn you rewards beyond your belief.”
She drew his trousers down over his narrow hips, letting them drop to the floor. He had kicked off his loafers and now stood nearly naked. She stepped back and stared seductively, licking her lips in anticipation. He moaned again. Laura left him standing there as she slowly, tantalizingly removed her own clothing, including her panties, dropping them to the floor. She was naked and he wasn’t yet. She stepped close to him again, feeling the bulge next her own nakedness. She kissed him lightly on the mouth. Her mouth moved smoothly over the nipples on his breast. Then slowly she planted wet kisses down his abdomen. Kneeling, she put both hands on his boxer shorts and slowly drew them off his hips, releasing his erection.
“Laura,” cried Jack, stepping out of the shorts, and pulling her up he held her close to him, kissing her on the neck. “I have to have you now.”
He pushed her onto the bed, lifted her hips across his, and entered her. He was not surprised to find her ready. Thrusting hard, he ejaculated almost within a minute but was excited when he realized she had come at the same time.
“Oh my God,” he cried as their bodies exploded. Her long legs were wrapped around his thighs as she bucked. She also cried out. They thrust repeatedly as if unable to get enough of each other.
Laura gasped aloud as she experienced a second orgasm and moaned in ecstasy. She closed her eyes. Jack lifted himself on his hands, looking down at this incredible woman. Sweat glistened on her body, her nipples were elongated, swollen slightly, and her lips were parted as she heaved with the pleasure of their lovemaking.
“Don’t leave me,” she whispered, begging him to stay inside her.
Minutes later, he felt himself pulling out. He lay beside her exhausted. She leaned over and kissed him. “That was wonderful, sweetheart.”
He smiled, feeling satisfied. He saw her breast hanging close. He reached up and took it in his mouth, sucking. Jack moved to the other breast, sucked it and releasing it, pulled her head down to kiss her. “You are fabulous. What in the world did I do to deserve you?” He kissed her again, running his hands over her body, and taking her into his arms, fell asleep.
Irina stared at the flowers, remembering that night, exactly. They had made love again, later that night. It wasn’t quite the same, but the result was. She looked up at Jack and found him staring into her eyes. “Do you remember?” He persisted.
“Yes, every detail, Jack. You brought me yellow roses then too.” She leaned forward to smell the roses again, her heart beating so loud she thought he must hear it.
He pulled up the chair and sat down, reaching for her left hand still handcuffed to the bed.
***
SUMMARY: Jack has kissed his wife twice while she is recuperating from fractured ribs. He, too, has divided himself into the CIA agent who knows Irina Derevko cannot be trusted and that she is a terrorist having killed twelve CIA agents, yet the other half of him recognizes he loves her as his wife of twenty years ago and mother to their child, Sydney. Irina has been in the hospital four days
This is my question.
RATING: R
THE NEARNESS OF YOU
Conversation Five
Irina had not seen Jack since they kissed two nights ago. She missed him. Sydney had come by yesterday and they had talked. Sydney, of course, had questions, but then the ever-inquisitive Sydney Bristow often had questions that needed answers. Irina answered those she felt were appropriate. Irina, like Jack, had secrets. Some were dangerous to reveal and some needed to remain hidden—never to be revealed.
She did feel better. The doctor told her she was mending faster than he imagined she would and that he would be releasing her though at the time he reported to the CIA, a week after her admittance. That meant she had at least three more days. The bed next to her had remained empty. The CIA did not want anyone else in the room. She asked the doctor if they could move her to the bed next to the window. He had. At least she had blue sky to see. She found herself staring out wondering what the days and weeks would bring.
Irina heard the door open and looked over to see Jack entering. He was carrying a small vase with miniature yellow roses. They were her favorite flower and color. She never saw a yellow rose until she went to Central City and she began her training. Moscow was devoid of much color in the days of USSR dominance. Flowers were decadent—a sign of weakness.
Central City itself was located further south and there was a longer period of growing, not only flowers, but of farm vegetables which were used to feed the trainees. They had to become used to the flavors and textures of these beyond those that they knew. They were going to the United States where vegetables and fruits were common. Those students like her who came from a northern USSR, were less likely to be familiar with many items.
Now here was Jack with flowers—for her. Irina’s eyes lit up and she smiled. “I thought you needed some color in the room,” he said by way of explanation. He placed the vase down on the table in front of her.
Irina reached up and tenderly touched the flowers. Using her only free hand, she brought them closer to smell. They smelled wonderful.
“Do you remember when I first brought you flowers?”
“Yes, I remember—exactly.”
It had been two nights after the first time they slept together. The night when she seduced him, or thought she had. However, looking back on that night, Laura had wondered if it had not been both who had seduced each other. Still, the next day, he called and wanted to take her to dinner that night. Laura said no, but that she was available the following evening if the invitation was still open. That was the beginning.
Jack appeared at her door exactly at the time given—seven o’clock. He had made reservations at a very posh restaurant in Arlington, about a half hour away. He handed her a huge bouquet of long stem yellow roses. She had no tall vase, but the flowers were already in one as he anticipated she would not have one.
She smelled the roses. She was excited by the gift. “I love these. They are so beautiful.” She kissed him lightly on the cheek and then carried everything to the tiny kitchen. She added water and set them on the coffee table.
“Laura,” he said huskily, pulling her close to him, and kissing her hungrily. “Night before last was the best night of my life.” He kissed her again.
“You were fantastic yourself, sweetheart.” There, she said it to him for the first time. It would not be the last. “I am hungry. Sex on an empty stomach can be off-putting.”
His eyes widened and suddenly, she found herself being propelled through the door and out to his car. Dinner was superb. Laura knew she could never match this gourmet cooking. In fact, she thought dryly, she might have to spend some time learning how to cook the basics. Jack did not want to linger for coffee and dessert, but Laura insisted. She knew the waiting would make the night that much better for both of them.
It was nine-thirty when Jack pulled into his parking space. He helped Laura out of the car. He again pulled her into his arms and kissed her. “I had a wonderful time.”
She kissed him back. “It’s not over,” she whispered.
He opened the door to her apartment. She walked inside and Jack shut the door, locking it. She went into the kitchen. She poured him some scotch and gave herself a shot glass of iced Absolut.
They downed the liquor staring at each other hungrily.
Laura leaned forward and kissed him. “Thank you for the flowers and dinner.”
“You’re welcome,” he answered in a soft voice that promised more to come.
They both put their glasses on the sink. Laura took Jack’s hand and led him to the bedroom. She didn’t switch on the overhead light. Instead, she snapped on the lamp on the nightstand. It gave a low light since there was just a forty-watt bulb in it. Jack reached for her.
“No,” she stopped him, “let me take off your clothes.”
Surprised, Jack stood quietly as she removed his coat jacket, tie, shirt, and undershirt. She leaned down and kissed his nipples. She moved up to his jaw line, pressing her lips to his briefly, then to his jaw again. All the while, she stroked the hair on his chest, plying her hands and fingers like feathers floating across his skin. His breath caught in his throat and he closed his eyes briefly, swallowing hard.
He felt her long fingers at his waist, unbuckling his belt and drawing it off. She looked up into his face. Stepping close, she kissed him hard. He held her tight to his chest with one hand, his other to the back of her head, as he responded to the seductiveness of Laura’s slow but deliberate movements. His button was next and then the zipper was pulled down. He fidgeted wanting her to hurry. His erection was growing harder and longer every second. Her hands reached down cupping the bulge, gently stroking.
Jack moaned, “Laura, don’t take so long.”
“Sweetheart, patience is a virtue and will earn you rewards beyond your belief.”
She drew his trousers down over his narrow hips, letting them drop to the floor. He had kicked off his loafers and now stood nearly naked. She stepped back and stared seductively, licking her lips in anticipation. He moaned again. Laura left him standing there as she slowly, tantalizingly removed her own clothing, including her panties, dropping them to the floor. She was naked and he wasn’t yet. She stepped close to him again, feeling the bulge next her own nakedness. She kissed him lightly on the mouth. Her mouth moved smoothly over the nipples on his breast. Then slowly she planted wet kisses down his abdomen. Kneeling, she put both hands on his boxer shorts and slowly drew them off his hips, releasing his erection.
“Laura,” cried Jack, stepping out of the shorts, and pulling her up he held her close to him, kissing her on the neck. “I have to have you now.”
He pushed her onto the bed, lifted her hips across his, and entered her. He was not surprised to find her ready. Thrusting hard, he ejaculated almost within a minute but was excited when he realized she had come at the same time.
“Oh my God,” he cried as their bodies exploded. Her long legs were wrapped around his thighs as she bucked. She also cried out. They thrust repeatedly as if unable to get enough of each other.
Laura gasped aloud as she experienced a second orgasm and moaned in ecstasy. She closed her eyes. Jack lifted himself on his hands, looking down at this incredible woman. Sweat glistened on her body, her nipples were elongated, swollen slightly, and her lips were parted as she heaved with the pleasure of their lovemaking.
“Don’t leave me,” she whispered, begging him to stay inside her.
Minutes later, he felt himself pulling out. He lay beside her exhausted. She leaned over and kissed him. “That was wonderful, sweetheart.”
He smiled, feeling satisfied. He saw her breast hanging close. He reached up and took it in his mouth, sucking. Jack moved to the other breast, sucked it and releasing it, pulled her head down to kiss her. “You are fabulous. What in the world did I do to deserve you?” He kissed her again, running his hands over her body, and taking her into his arms, fell asleep.
Irina stared at the flowers, remembering that night, exactly. They had made love again, later that night. It wasn’t quite the same, but the result was. She looked up at Jack and found him staring into her eyes. “Do you remember?” He persisted.
“Yes, every detail, Jack. You brought me yellow roses then too.” She leaned forward to smell the roses again, her heart beating so loud she thought he must hear it.
He pulled up the chair and sat down, reaching for her left hand still handcuffed to the bed.
***
