Author: Kimberley Jackson
Rated: NC-17
Note: This short piece takes place in the night after Jack has married
Laura/Irina. It also bases on a theory which says that they were
working together all the time.
Disclaimer: Not mine... et cetera, et cetera... you all know they 
belong to JJ.

Dedication: For my swarmie Jule, who does an incredible job with Lena
OnLINe (http://www.lena-olin.com) and to whom I have to apologize
for, due to my limited time, not being very helpful lately. You rock,
girl! *huggles*



December's Advent Challenge (850 Words) - Third Sunday

Her body shivered at the contrast of the cool waves of the ocean and
his devouring kisses that were obviously intended to burn her alive.
His lips closed around one of her hardened nipples, teasing and
licking until she urged her body against him with a whimper.

Her hand buried in the fine gravel that was being moved about by the 
untamed waves, as if the ocean imitated their tender lovemaking.

"Ja-ck..." 

The man looked at his beautiful, newly wedded wife and claimed the
skin of her neck in a deep kiss while he fumbled at her bikini bottom.
The material of her long, thin skirt clung to her body, its excess a 
mere toy to the playful lapping of waves against
them. 

"Laura..." he whispered into her ear, moaning when her felt her hand
clasping his shoulder. What a lie... the name sounded so strange after
he had learned her real name only three weeks after they had met. Her 
mistake had been her overconfident manner in choosing to meet with her 
handler in a cafe.

She should have known that during the first months, every new intimate
friend of higher CIA officers was strictly observed. Irina.. that was
a name that fitted her - the most beautiful name he had ever heard.

Had he been angry? Of course. Still, he loved this woman so much...
and it was obvious that, despite her efforts, she had developed
feelings for him too.

'She doesn't know that we know who she is. We will use her to feed our
enemy the information we want them to have.'

Jack could still vividly recall the order of his superior to marry 
Irina nonetheless and spy on her, get the names of her handler and 
contacts.
It broke his heart. He truly loved her - yet she was an enemy.

His lips moved down her abdomen and finally teased her core. Her moans
and soft cries filled the night air of the lonely bay and soon turned
into pleas. Relentlessly, Jack continued to tease her clit and drive
her higher and higher.

Tonight, he needed to know it. He wanted to be sure that she was not
faking her feelings. Their wedding day had been shadowed by his
knowledge of her real identity. Now he wanted her to be his - he
needed to possess her soul.

"Oh god..." One of her hands buried in his hair, the other one was 
still
clenching the sand beneath them. "Jack, I need you inside me... 
please!"

"Patience, ma'ya dara'gaya." He whispered against her oversensitive 
folds.

Irina laid her head back, not even aware that he had switched to her
mother tongue. Her mind was far too clouded to think rationally.

He pushed her closer and closer to the edge with his tongue, enjoying
her increasing moans and whimpers until she finally shattered in an
intense orgasm that made her whole body tremble.

He didn't give her time to regain control over her body, but kissed
his way up until he was face to face with her.

"Irina..." he whispered close to her ear - for the first time calling 
her by her real name, and it seemed as beautiful as a magic word to 
him - as if it had the ability to open the door to a paradise of love 
and trust.

He heard her catch her breath, her hand clasping his shoulder. 

"How did you..." The rest of her sentence died in a low moan when he 
entered her deeply, but ever so softly. Her eyes closed when their 
lips melted in a deep kiss that burned a path to their souls and 
completed the unification of their bodies. For an endless moment in 
time nothing seemed to matter any longer, not countries nor orders - 
two lonely hearts became one.

After the waves of passion subsided and they lay spent and sated in
the cool waves, Irina started to realize that everything had changed.

"Irina, ty samaya kra'sivaya zhenshchina v mire." Jack whispered
softly and a single tear ran down her cheek, soon joining the water of
the endless ocean.

"Jack... Ya lyu'blyu te'bya." She turned her head away from him, not
able to stand hatred or disgust written in his face. But his
expression was tender and soft when her turned her face softly back to
him.

"I know..." was his only reply before he connected their lips in a 
deep kiss. When they finally broke the kiss, both were smiling and 
looked deeply into each other's eyes.

Irina wanted to hug her arms around him when she felt something smooth
and round at her fingers that were still buried in the sand. She
turned her head in confusion and Jack followed her eyes.

A white, shining pearl was lying in Irina's hand, the soft moonlight
making it gleam mysteriously.

Destiny had given them their blessing in form of a gift. Two souls
united, their love protected by hope - a hope as clear as the light
that was reflected brightly from the pearl...

End 

Ty samaya kra'sivaya zhenshchina v mire (You're the most beautiful
woman in the world)

Ya lyu'blyu te'bya (I love you)

Ma'ya dara'gaya (My sweetheart)