Hi

I don't know where this came from...well...let's say I don't wanna explore where that came from right now. It's just....sex.... here ya go. And I gotta warn you it's not beta'ed but it's just 3 pages long, so not much harm done. And my first PWP.

TITLE: Wakening

AUTHOR: Jennifer Renner

EMAIL: jr_moon04@yahoo.de

RATING: NC-17, PWP,SJ

ARCHIVE: SJ yes, Heliopolis yes, all others please ask me

CONTENT WARNINGS: PWP, not beta'ed

DISCLAIMER: All publicly recognisable characters and places are the property of MGM, World Gekko Corp and Double Secret productions. This piece of fan fiction was created for entertainment not monetary purposes and no infringement on copyrights or trademarks was intended. Previously unrecognised characters and places, and this story, are copyrighted to the author. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.

SPOILERS: after Heroes 2

STATUS: complete

SUMMARY: PWP.....let's say Janet's death has some effects...and *that's* also a way of dealing with some feelings....right?

AUTHORS NOTES: *blush* well....what can I say? Nothing there to excuse this....And you know what? I didn't let them wear their Gala Uniforms, though I would have loved to....that's something, right?

FEEDBACK: Yes, adored!

© Jennifer Renner

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He stares at me from across the room. Eyes black as the night, deep as the universe. Piercing into me, deep deep into me. I feel my body tingle, stiffening and losening up at the same time. His eyes, o god his eyes. So much in them so much. Stories or wit. But now only one thing.

One emotion. One.

I'm staring back, transfixed by the intensity of his gaze. I feel my heart beating faster, harder, more and more frantic in my body. And all that because of that one look. The man standing in the far end of the room, people between us. Do they notice the air gets so harder to breathe? He doesn't move but just looks. Do I? Move? I stare, I start to sweat, but it's not heat from the outside it's that burning emotion in his eyes. I move. I walk, slowly. Closer, closer. The noises around me...I don't realize they are there, my focus is on that man. And on me. My feelings.

My hurt. My longing. God, I cannot stop, I'm drawn to him like a moth to the fire. And I want to be burnt.

Closer, he steps back, don't step back, stay, let me reach you, God Jack. Eyes, your eyes. I already burn.

Step after step, our gazes locked. Desiring to ..... Jack ... . He vanishes out of sight, through the door.

My breath quickens, my....I'm already ready for him....it twists because he's gone.

I rush out of the door and around the corner and....Someone grabs me. An arm from behind, a body at my back, pulls, pushes, I spin around and then darkness.

I know that smell, it's him, masculin, seductive. He's right in front of me and pushes my back against the door. The door feels so cool against my heated body. I inhale deeply, within seconds I feel all this.

Scent, touch, his body against mine, his chest rising and falling, fast and faster...heavy breathing, he breathes right into my face, he's so close, so ....hard....I can see him now, my eyes adjust, it's still dim, but I find his eyes, God they lock again and then he is all over me.

Kissing me hard and passionate. Claiming my mouth, no teasing but his tongue is right there, I want more more Jack swallow me....My hands dig into his short hair, so short, can't get a hold, find his neck, fiercly, his hand, o God, Jack....down down and up again right to my most intimate part...yes finally there...his long fingers tearing at my underwear, push it up, the skirt up....God yes up and he's ripped my pants off and I'm free. Free for him to enter and he does, his fingers, long long talented fingers, rough palm on my breast, when did he ...I don't know but my nipples already hurt they are so hard like him. I need him now and I try to push him away so that I can undo his pants but he won't let me, won't, presses further into me and me into the door his mouth is on my neck, down on my breasts, tongue circling around my nipple, suddenly so light and tender, I think I'm going insane until he's gone and down again and I want to scream and dig my fingers in his hair, one leg on his shoulder his fingers tongue I cry out his name again and again. Heat desire as I ride on the sensation I moan his name he gasps and moves up finally one swift movement and I didn't even realise it but suddenly we stop.

Stop.

Don't move.

Don't breathe.

Staring at each other again.

He wants to see my face.

Wants to see the expression as he slowly, so terribly slowly slides all the way into me.

I try to hold his eyes but I can't, I have to close mine, the sensations so strong and powerful. Then he stops again, he breathes my name, incredulous almost and shifts his weight just a little. His hand under one of my legs and then he lifts and I sit on his hips, lowering myself taking him deeper and he gasps and moans my name my name carter sam moving slowly again and I help him, moving with him holding him tight tighter. My head is spinning my hands and feet are getting numb and then I feel it again, and he does too and we speed faster deeper more sam jack deep there again and o god I want you now this is it do it now and deep jack sam Sam.

He stops dead again. Eyes searching mine, locking. Talking, tender, full of love. I lower my leg and we try to stand firmly but our legs aren't working properly and so we collaps against the door. He's panting and I love him, love him so much, want him even more. I kiss him, softly, tenderly but deeply. He kisses back and I want nothing more than to strip him naked and lie down beside him in bed. Caressing him, touching him, tasting him. His roughened palms on my skin. Cold on my hot body because the blood left them.

We kiss and then he pulls up his pants and I straighten my skirt. My underwear lies ripped apart at my feet. I pick it up and he takes it, stuffing the evidence of our first sexual encounter in the pockets of his pants.

He opens the door, peeks out and then we slide out. Back to the living room. Back to Pete. Back to the lies. Back to Janets wake.

*end*

So, bad?

*Hugs*

Jenny