Author: Kimberley Jackson
Rated: NC-17
Note: This short piece takes place after season 2, when Jack
and Irina worked together.
Disclaimer: Not mine... et cetera, et cetera... you all know
they belong to JJ.
Dedication: This story is for my fellow Swarmie Bine, who developed the idea
of an Advent story series with me.

December's Advent Challenge (750 Words) - First Sunday


Although the day had been rather hot and humid, now, at
midnight a cool breeze from the sea made Irina shiver when she
went barefoot out to the pool of the little hotel where she and Jack
were residing.

Silently, she approached the man standing at the pool and placed a
wet kiss on his shoulder blade.

Jack shivered and also jumped slightly. "God, Irina."

"I didn't know you could be scared so easily." She whispered
and allowed him to turn around.

"What was this note about? 'Meet me at midnight by the pool.'"

"Use your imagination, Jack," Irina replied seductively and before 
he could process what she meant, her black bikini top dropped to the
ground. Jack gulped and looked from her to the windows of
the hotel rooms right behind them.

"Irina, somebody could see us by just looking out of the
window!"

She pulled him towards her. "Then let's give them a show
that's worth an oscar... at least!" Her hands wend down
his bare chest and rested on his abdomen while she pressed her
breasts against his skin. "For a spy you have a very low
appreciation for dangerous situations!" She teased while she
bit his earlobe sharply.

He gasped for air and pushed her onto one of the sun-loungers
by the pool.

"I will show you a dangerous situation." He murmured before
his lips crashed on hers, his hands exploring her body. Her skin still 
tasted salty from the ocean swim she had taken earlier.

He was satisfied when she turned her head aside to fill her
lungs with air. A loud moan escaped her throat when his lips
went down her body and bit one of her nipples. She grabbed the
metal edges of the lounger and laid her head back when his
lips moved further down.

In a smooth movement he pulled down the thin black bikini bottom 
she wore, following the way the material went with his lips. She 
shivered when he licked her ankle.

"Jack... do me... stop teasing..."

"For a spy..." he murmured, his mouth close to her core and
his hot breath tickling her swollen clit, "...you have a very
low tolerance for torture."

"Just fuck me!" she ordered, and he brought them face to face.

Her eyes widened in sweet ecstasy when he fulfilled her wish
and plunged into her deeply. A sharp cry escaped her lips[,]and
her breath grew shallow. Jack stilled instantly, ignoring her
attempts to urge him on.

"I don't like orders..." he hissed into her ear and licked the
sensitive spot under her lobe, before he marked her skin with
his teeth. "Beg me... if you want to get off."

"Jack... please..."

He started thrusting into her, totally turned on by the sight
of her and her hushed pleas, which soon turned into a nonsense
mixture of Russian and English.

Their pants and moans mingled, neither of them caring anymore
that they were out in the open.

Only a few seconds later he felt Irina climaxing beneath him,
his mouth swallowing her soft screams. He followed her only
seconds later. When the waves of their fiercy passion had
subsided, they lay sated and totally unable to move on
the lounger.

"I think..." Irina finally mused. "...we saved some of them
the money for porn tonight."

Jack chuckled and followed her eyes up to the hotel windows
where, indeed, the shapes of some hidden watchers could be seen.
When somebody cleared his throat loudly next to them, they turned
their heads. The hotel manager was looking at them with a sullen
expression on his face.

"Sir, Madam... I must ask you to come with me." He handed two
towels to them, and they wrapped themselves in the soft
material. "Please understand that we have to ask you to leave
this hotel at once, considering this drastic violation of our rules."

He stared at Irina, who took her time to cover her nakedness -
of course not without presenting her perfectly shaped features
to the watchers.

"Don't worry..." she then said with a smile. "We wanted to
leave anyway... your place is way too boring for us."

With these words she took Jack's hand, and with an amused
expression in his eyes he followed her inside to pack their
luggage - again - to move to the fifth hotel this week. And it
was only Thursday...

FINI (1/1)