Vigor
Title: Vigor
Rating: M
Summary: There is no vigor in sleep.
Disclaimer: All reconginable characters, etc. belong to Fox and 24.
He might have said that there was something especially beautiful about her while she slept. He might have said that, but it was clichéd and moreover, it wasn’t true. Oh, it was true enough that she looked tranquil in a way she never did when she was awake, but that didn’t mean much.
Tranquil was not Chloe.
Tranquil was not was not why he loved her. Chloe was fiery, stubborn, determined. And he loved her fire. There had been other women in Jack’s life: women who he’d loved but who could not understand him, because their lives were too tranquil. Chloe’s resolute resiliency through her turbulent life was what he loved about her, the ability to think on her feet that had saved his life more times than he could count.
It wasn’t a silent, passive woman he loved; it was the vigor in her that meant everything.
She hadn’t wanted to go into the field in the first place, but Bill had insisted that she go to procure files protected by an exquisitely delicate security system. Although she got what she needed and Jack got the suspects, she was less than pleased by the three bullet holes in Jack’s vest and the graze from a bullet on her own shoulder.
She’d labored over the files in an indignant huff as an exhausted Jack debriefed. Staring death in the eye, she learned, is tiring.
But afterward, they met in an interrogation room with a camera Chloe had disabled and a lock that she had scrambled, and she had him shoved against the wall, breathing heavily..
She’d torn his clothes from him and pounced; feeling him full and vital inside of her she knew that she’d survived the day. They were rough, almost violent, with one another, desperate to assure themselves that they were alive.
They’d moved in together right after that. They never went through the perfunctory motions; Chloe described that as “A clichéd waste of goddamn time, and time isn’t something you and I have a whole lot of.”
It wasn’t the motionless body sleeping beside him that meant everything to Jack; it was the woman, pulsing with life and vitality, who woke to ravish him.
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