Rory Caroline (![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} rorylie) wrote in ![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} chlack,@ 2007-07-02 15:35:00 |
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fic
Title: Legacy of Love part 3
Rating: NC17
A/N: The continuation of the fic that Jessie and I have been working on.
Chase flopped back on the bed when Chloe disappeared into the bathroom. “Are you changing again?” he called through the door.
She didn’t answer, walking out of the bathroom and smoothing down her skirt, turning in front of the mirror. “I look terrible don’t I?”
“Not terrible,” he said quickly. “Just a little bit like Angela’s preschool teacher.”
“The spinster with all the cats?”
“Here,” Chase said, pushing himself off the bed and going to the closet, rooting through it, “wear this.” He handed her a tank top and skirt.
“It won’t make me look like a slut?”
He shrugged. “You know I have a secret soft spot for slutty girls.”
“Which would be great if I was going on a date with you.”
He tossed her a jacket. “You’ll be fine.”
She slipped into the clothes and frowned at her reflection. “How’s Kim?”
“Good,” he smiled. “Last night really helped her. She’s talking about making you an auntie again.”
“Really?” Chloe asked, one eyebrow raised.
“She feels really positive about moving forward with her life now that things are back on track with Jack,” Chase explained. “Wedding, babies, it’s all in the works.”
“Can you imagine Jack as a grandfather?” she giggled.
“Play your cards right tonight and you’ll be grandma.”
Chloe froze mid laugh when the door buzzed.
“Don’t be nervous,” Chase murmured, moving her to the front door. “You look beautiful.”
She plastered a nervous smile on her face, at least she hoped it looked more like a smile than a grimace, and grabbed her purse, stepping outside to great Jack.
He kissed her on the cheek, waving at Chase before leading her to his car.
“Do you like Italian food?” he asked.
She nodded.
“Good,” he said warmly. “I’m taking you to my favorite place.”
Chloe sat nervously in the passenger seat as Jack moved to start the engine.
“Wait,” she said, her hand resting on top of his.
“What is it?” he asked, looking at her with concern.
“What are we doing?”
He sat back in his seat and sighed before turning to look at her. “We’re friends aren’t we Chloe?”
She nodded. “But are we doing this as friends?”
“We can,” he said simply, “or we can do it as friends who are experimenting with something else.”
“That’s the bit I don’t understand. Why now? Why today? I don’t want you to feel sorry for me and to do this just because . . . because you think it’s what I want.”
“What if it’s what I want?”
“Is it?” she asked, her eyes scrutinising his expression.
He reached over and brushed his fingers against her cheek, smiling softly. “I think so.”
“Do you find me attractive?”
“You’re beautiful.”
Chloe rolled her eyes. “That’s not what I mean. Do you find me attractive? I mean, before today did you . . . . ?”
He chuckled lightly. “Chloe,” he said, his expression conveying his honesty, “there were times when I felt a spark between us but there was never an opportunity to look at it any more deeply than that. I was with Audrey, you were with Morris and it was never really an issue.”
Chloe frowned, concentrating on one of the buttons of his shirt her face screwed up as though she was desperately trying to formulate a sentence to respond to him. Her head lifted suddenly as he moved in so his lips were pressing against her ear.
“Right now,” he whispered, “I find you extremely attractive. You want me to show you?”
Chloe swallowed nervously, her eyes blinking as they locked with his. And then he was leaning in and his lips brushed gently against hers, it was soft and gentle at first but then he tilted his head and let his tongue brush against the inside of her lips, coaxing her mouth open.
Chloe groaned as his tongue tangled with hers and she heard a similar sound coming from deep down in his throat as he pulled her against him. The kiss seemed to go on forever and when they finally pulled apart both were breathless. Chloe jumped as someone tapped on the car window.
“Hey you two,” Chase said with a smile, “I know it’s been a while for each of you but I thought I’d better tell you you’re meant to do the making out bit at the end of the date otherwise you’ll never get as far as dinner.”
Chloe felt the colour rush to her cheeks as Jack growled something unintelligible in Chase’s direction as the younger man made his way to his car. Jack sat back in his seat and tried to control his breathing. Chloe watched him as he took a couple of deep breaths before his eyes drifted to hers.
“Does that answer your question?” he asked.
Chloe just nodded, not trusting herself to speak. Jack smiled softly at her then fired up the engine and pulled out of the driveway.
“So…your favorite place?” Chloe asked as they drove across town.
“Yeah,” Jack grinned. “I’ve been coming here for fifteen years. I really think you’ll like it.”
Chloe nodded nervously. She wondered if it was some kind of test, taking her to his favorite place, and what it would say about her if she didn’t like it. She shook her head, chiding herself for making too big a deal out of things and realized that Jack was still talking.
“And I remembered that you and Chase were always ordering pasta at work,” he continued, “so I figured it was safe.”
She smiled. “I love pasta,” she assured him.
“Good.”
A comfortable silence settled between them on the rest of the drive to the restaurant. It was small, Chloe noted as Jack took her hand and led her inside. Inside it was warm and comfortable, not stuffy like she feared. Jack led her to a corner table and within minutes they had menus to peruse and a warm basket of bread in front of them.
“Would you like wine?” Jack asked.
“Sure,” she said, reading over the menu.
He turned to the waiter to order it before turning back to her. “See anything you like?”
“You’re the expert,” she murmured.
He smiled at her and flagged the waiter down. “We’ll have two orders of my usual.”
“You have a usual,” Chloe laughed.
“What’ so funny?”
“It’s just nice,” she said, pulling apart the bread with her fingers before eating it. “The idea that you can go somewhere and just be a normal guy.”
“We could come here and be normal,” he said, taking her hand.
She smiled. “I hear normal’s nice.”
“Did anybody ever tell you you eat like a bird?” he asked, watching.
“Chase,” she muttered.
“Figures,” he chuckled.
The comfortable conversation continued until their dinner was served and they quieted, each focused on their pasta. When Chloe looked up she caught Jack watching her.
“What?” she asked nervously.
“Do you like it?”
She nodded. “Relax Jack. I’m having a good time. I’d have left already if I wasn’t.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment,” he chuckled.
“Would you like dessert?” he asked after their plates had been cleared away.
“Chocolate.”
He ordered their chocolate cake to go. “I thought we could take a walk,” he explained after he collected their desserts and paid for their meal. “And then eat our cake.”
She followed him out of the restaurant and down the street. They turned onto a quieter residential block and continued walking.
Chloe jumped a little as she felt his hand reach for hers but at the warm smile on his face she relaxed and entwined her fingers with his. They stopped at the large iron gates leading to a local part, Chloe peered over the railing and looked enchanted by the low hanging trees and large pond surrounded by rose gardens.
“It looks beautiful,” she whispered.
“You want to go in?”
“It’s locked,” she said, eyeing him suspiciously.
He laughed, they both knew that wasn’t going to stop him. Jack handed her the bag from the restaurant and climbed onto the concrete pillar at the side of the gate.
“Put your foot on the bottom platform and I’ll lift you over,” he said.
Chloe glared at him, he knew pulling this kind of stunt wasn’t exactly her forte. She passed the bag up to him and did as he suggested. Before she knew it she was being lifted effortlessly onto the pillar before he dropped both of them down the other side, holding onto her the whole time.
Chloe enjoyed the feeling of warmth and security being in his arms afforded and when he didn’t let go she looked up at him, peering at him through her lashes. She knew he was going to kiss her only a second before he actually did. In response to his touch she wound her arms around his neck and leaned further against him. He tightened his arms around her waist, lifting her off her feet a little to align their bodies.
“Wow,” Chloe whispered when he pulled away.
He smiled at her. “Let’s try the cake.”
She followed him through the park to a bench where he opened the box and handed her a fork.
She chewed slowly, staring out over the pond. “How’d you find this place?” she finally asked, breaking the silence.
He shrugged. “I just started walking one day, trying to get lost, and I ended up here.”
“It’s really beautiful,” Chloe murmured. “Like some kind of fantasy.”
He smiled. “I’m glad I could bring you here. Share it with you.”
She took another bite of her cake. “This is best first date I’ve had…maybe ever.”
“Does that mean I get a second date?”
She blushed. “Do you really want one?”
“I do,” he said, leaning in to lick chocolate frosting off her lips.
“As long as you don’t expect me to be able to plan something like this,” she said firmly.
“Just being with you will be enough Chloe,” he said softly, his fingers tracing her bottom lip.
At Chloe’s frown, his eyes narrowed in concern. “What is it?”
“Are you sure? I mean, we work together and . . . well, you’re kind of my boss and . . . .”
“I haven’t been your boss for years Chloe, we’re partners. Maybe it’s a natural progression to be partners in the other sense as well.”
“Wow.”
“Yeah,” he said with a soft smile, taking hold of her arm and leaning back on the seat, pulling her into his side.
“Do you think you’ll stay at CTU?” Chloe asked quietly.
“I don’t know. I’ve often thought about leaving but every time I seriously consider it there seems to be another threat around the corner. What keeps you there?” he asks softly.
“Sarah,” she said simply, “and, well . . . you,” she added, staring ahead of her.
He squeezed her arm before letting his fingers brush in slow circles against her flesh. “Don’t let either of us trap you there Chloe.”
She sighed. “Sometimes I do feel trapped there, sometimes I just want to be normal. But I want to do something good, I want to do something worthwhile, for Sarah and for me.”
“You’ve paid your dues as far as all of us are concerned Chloe; me, Sarah, the country. You don’t owe any more. If anyone deserves a normal existence then you do.”
“So do you,” she replied.
“Yeah, well I gave up on normal a long time ago,” he whispered, “I think now, this moment is the first time I’ve felt normal in a long time.”
Chloe giggled.
“What?” he asked, suspiciously.
“It’s just it’s the first time anyone has ever described being with me as normal,” she said, still laughing.
Jack shifted on the bench and turned her to face him, “It’s both normal and extraordinary Chloe, and it’s unexpected and so familiar at the same time. It just feels right.”
“Thank you,” she whispered, her eyes blinking at him as she felt her heart constrict, “You make me feel normal, the only other person who did that was Sarah.”
His eyes scrutinized her expression, “She must have been very special.”
“She was,” Chloe said, blinking back the tears.
“You were very young when you had her,” he said softly.
Chloe nodded. “Young and stupid, I fell in love with someone who was just using me but in the end it didn’t matter. He gave me Sarah, although only for a short time as it turned out.”
Jack gathered her close. “Do you want more? Children, I mean.”
“Yes,” she whispered. “Morris and I tried to have a baby. And before Chase and Kim worked things out, we talked about having a child together with artificial insemination but it never felt right.” She shrugged.
“But you’d still like to try to have more?”
She nodded. “What about you?”
Jack pulled her even closer. “I never thought I’d be in the position to have another chance to have children, but I would love to.” He pressed his lips to her temple.
“Really?” she asked, her voice shaky.
“Yes,” he murmured against her hair. “I’d like to take you home, too.”
She nodded, standing up uncertainly. “It’s just so beautiful,” she said, looking once last time over the park.
“We’ll come back,” he promised, taking her hand.
Jack pulled into her drive and cut the engine. They sat in silence until Chloe took a deep breath and turned to him, flushing slightly when she saw his eyes on her.
“Do you, do you want . . .,”
“I don’t want to rush you,” he said with a smile.
“You don’t want to,” she said before turning quickly, her hand reaching for the door.
The firm grasp of his hand on her wrist stopped her.
“Don’t do that.”
“What?” she asked with a scowl.
“Second guess my every word, my every move because trust me Chloe you couldn’t be more wrong. I want this . . . I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anything.”
Chloe felt herself relax. “Well come on then,” she said with a beaming smile.
Jack chuckled softly. “I can see you’re going to be demanding.”
“Absolutely I am. I’ve waited a long time for this . . .,” she felt her cheeks flame with heat, “I mean, I – I . . . .”
He silenced her with his mouth on hers and when they came up for air Chloe felt her colour rise even higher on her face.
“I hope I don’t disappoint you,” Jack said with a smile.
“I don’t think that would be possible,” she whispered.
He laughed again as he got out of the car, walking around the other side to meet her. He pulled her into his side as they made their way to her front door.
Chloe unlocked it and Jack followed her inside.
“I have really nice sheets,” she informed him.
He chuckled. “Let’s not rush things.”
“Right. Even though we have actually been waiting for years, so it would have to consider any of this rushed.”
“Right,” he said, tugging her against his body and kissing her teasingly.
“I talk to much,” she sighed, resting against his chest. “When I get nervous sometimes, I just talk and it all comes out awkward…I make things awkward.”
“I think you’re perfect,” he said, kissing her nose. “Every awkward little part of you.”
“Really?”
“Really,” he assured her, cupping her face with his hands and stroking over her cheekbones. “Perfectly perfect.”
Chloe looked at him in amazement. And then she quickly pushed herself against him and pulled his head down to hers. She pressed her lips against his before tangling their tongues in a way that made them both breathless. They eventually pulled back and Jack rested his forehead against hers, Chloe could feel his hot breath on her face as she tried to control her own breathing.
“And here I was thinking you would be a little shy with me Chloe O’Brian, what happened to you?” he asked with a low chuckle.
“I suddenly realized that I could kiss you, kind of like you’re mine to kiss now,” she said with a smile.
“Oh yes,” he whispered, pulling her hips into him, “I am definitely yours to kiss.”
“Good,” she said softly, reaching up and brushing her lips against his more lightly this time.
He surprised her when he wrapped his arms around her waist and hugged her fiercely, his face buried in her hair. Chloe felt a sudden overwhelming urge to hold him, to wrap her arms around him and never let him go. She felt tears spring to her eyes as he eventually pulled back from her.
“Hey,” he whispered, brushing a stray tear away with his thumb, “don’t cry.”
“Sorry,” she said smiling brightly at him, “I just kind of feel happy.”
“Come on,” he said, taking hold of her arm and tugging her against him, “let’s just sit for a while.”
He surprised her when he sprawled comfortably on her couch and pulled her down into his lap. He pulled her into his chest and his hands reached up to smooth her hair out of her face, his eyes examining her expression closely.
“Are you sure this is what you want Chloe?” he asked softly.
“Oh yes,” she whispered, “very, very sure.”
He smiled softly at her before tilting her chin so he could capture her lips with his, he deepened the kiss quickly and their tongues entwined softly at first. Jack cradled her face in his hands, his thumbs brushing lightly against the soft skin of her cheeks. Chloe sighed and shifted against him, her fingers entwining with the front of his shirt. She broke the kiss, brushing her lips lightly across his jaw before trailing down his neck. At the same time her fingers moved to undo the buttons of his shirt so that her lips could follow, settling on his collar bone while she continued to undo the rest of the buttons. Jack groaned as her fingers tangled in the matted hairs on his chest, she loved the feel of his warmth against her touch, the firm muscles of his chest unyielding.
When he couldn’t take her soft caresses any longer he pushed her onto her back against the arm of the couch, moving so that he hovered over her. Gone was the gentleness of his earlier touch as his mouth caught hers in a bruising kiss that elicited a tortured moan from her lips. Chloe was losing control of her thought processes and she was filled with a sense of acute anticipation as she felt his fingers reach under her tank top and brush against her skin. The loss of his weight pressing her against the couch was replaced by the cool rush of air against her chest as he tugged the material of her top away from her body to reveal her flesh to him, the only barrier her pink lacy bra.
“So beautiful,” he whispered softly as he bent and traced his lips against the upward curve of her breasts.
Chloe whimpered and arched into his touch, her fingers trailing lightly through his hair. She heard him growl deep in his throat as she scraped her nails across his shoulders. And then he was moving, pulling her up so she was sitting astride him. He pulled back and dragged his shirt away from his body, Chloe looked at him wide eyed. He than flattened his palms against her back and dragged her back against his chest where they both sat in silence for a moment, enjoying the feel of flesh against flesh.
Eventually Chloe leaned back and, taking hold of his arms she pushed his hands off of her body. He looked at her in confusion that was quickly replaced with a smile of anticipation as her fingers reached round to unclasp her bra. Soon she was pulling the material away from her body and looking deep into his eyes as he returned her look before his gaze drifted over her breasts.
He was looking at her almost reverently when all she wanted was for him to touch her. She reached out and traced the tattoo on his upper arm before letting her fingers trail down until they tangled with his. She pulled at his hands, lifting them and pulling them towards her, forcing him to place them on her body. She smiled as she felt the warmth of his touch engulf her small, firm breasts. He looked surprised at first, but then he let out a low laugh before allowing his thumbs to brush lightly against her nipples. As her body responded to his touch she sighed softly and pushed herself against him.
“Perfect,” he whispered as he grabbed her hips and pulled her up against him before dropping his head to her breasts.
He took one aching nipple in his mouth and Chloe whimpered as he sucked gently, his tongue swirling against the hardened bud. Chloe ground her hips against him and he groaned deep in his throat. She could feel him straining against the fabric of his clothes.
“I need you now,” she whispered.
He raised his head and looked at her. “I want to kiss every inch of you first.”
Chloe felt her heart leap in her chest at his words and swallowed nervously. “That sounds . . . . amazing,” she whispered, her voice shaky, “but I don’t think I can wait. I’m ready.”
He pulled her against him and leaned in to whisper in her ear, “Are you sure?”
Chloe’s heart jumped at the sensation of his lips just below her ear, “I’m sure.”
Jack pushed her off of him, keeping hold of her hand the whole time as he stood up from the couch. He tugged her with him towards the bedroom where he pushed her back onto the bed. Chloe stared at him while he stripped off the rest of his clothes before joining her on the bed. She stopped him as he went to remove her skirt, wanting instead to touch him for a moment.
She pushed at his chest so he fell onto his back then clambered on top of him, smiling at the look of surprise on his face. She brushed her mouth against his before trailing kisses down his neck to his chest and lower. She heard him groan as she reached his naval. And then he was dragging her back up his chest.
“Spoilsport,” she said with a smile.
He held her face in his hands, his gaze locking with hers. “I want you,” he said gruffly.
“You can have me,” she said with a shy smile.
He flipped her onto her back and leaned over her, capturing her lips with his before moving down her body. He slid the zipper of her skirt down slowly, the whole time keeping his gaze locked with hers. Chloe lifted her hips so he could pull the skirt and her underwear from her body. He threw her clothes to the floor and his gaze traveled up her body before he came back to her, lowering his body to hers, his hand reaching to push the hair out of her eyes. She smiled nervously as the soft expression on his face, her hands reaching to grasp his shoulders.
“You ready?” he asked, with a smile.
“More than,” she replied.
He chuckled lightly, his hand traveling down her body, brushing against her breast, his thumb drawing circles against her nipple. He smothered a satisfied smirk as she arched against him, moaning softly at the sensations his touch was eliciting. His fingers reached down to her thighs at the same time as he kissed her, she moaned into his mouth as his hand gripped her just above the knee, encouraging her to open herself to him.
The feel of his fingers brushing against her core forced Chloe’s body up into his touch and a tortured moan to be ripped from her throat.
“Jack,” she whispered breathlessly, “please . . .”
He encouraged her to wrap her legs around him and then he was thrusting into her, causing both of them to call out at the intensity of the heat that was consuming them. They moved together slowly at first, each of them tentative in their movements until they found their rhythm. Jack’s head dropped to her shoulder, his tongue darting out to move along her collar bone to the pulse point at her neck before trailing across her jaw to her mouth.
Chloe dug her fingers into his back as she felt her orgasm approaching. Their lips met in a kiss that was punctuated by their ragged breathing and low moans. Jack quickened the pace of his thrusts, groaning when Chloe kept up with him. Suddenly Chloe arched her back, her trembling form stiffening as she called out to him and her internal muscles clenched around him, dragging him with her.
They collapsed back on the bed together, both breathing heavily and clinging onto each other as the waves of pleasure rolled over them.
Jack drew her body against his, burying his face in her hair and breathing deeply. “You smell sweet. Like strawberries.”
She laughed. “Shampoo.”
“So,” he said, “where would like to go?”
“What are you talking about?” she asked, stifling a yawn.
“When we retire from CTU. Where do you want to go to try to have some babies?”
She frowned in concentration. “The beach somewhere.”
He smiled. “What about Florida? The Florida Keys.”
“I’ve never been there.”
“It’s beautiful. I took Kim there once when she was little. We rented a boat.”
She smiled. “Now you want me on a boat?”
“What’s wrong with boats?”
“I don’t like them.”
“You’ve just never been on the right boat.”
She rolled her eyes. “Is there a boatless Florida option?”
“It’s not nearly as much fun,” he sighed.
“I’m sure we’ll find something to occupy our time.”
“Something,” he murmured, kissing her tenderly.
“What about Kim?” she asked after a moment. “You’re trying to fix things with her. You can’t just leave now.”
“Well, then we’ll just have to convince her that she’d rather be in Florida too.”
“Is that really what you want?”
“I just want to be wherever you are Chloe,” he answered simply. “Forever.”
