Birthday Fic for ![[profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
cinesister
Jul. 2nd, 2003 09:22 amcatch22girl
Jack/Nina Birthday Fic for Cinesister
I took a few of Cinesister's favorite things and this came out. Complete PWP and gratuitous sex. Happy Birthday dear, hope you have many more. Just keep swimming.
Characters aren't mine.
Author: Catch22Girl
Title: 25 or 6 to Four
Jack gasped and grabbed his side. If that bullet had been an inch lower, it would have cut right through him. Luckily, it was high enough to be caught by the Kevlar and low enough that it didn't smash any ribs. Tomorrow he'd have one hell of a bruise, but right now, it was livable.
Nina was a few feet ahead, reloading her gun behind her broken down car. He'd been chasing her when her car had suddenly stopped. He was a few yards away and the minute he got out of the car she shot at him. It was only because of the bad light that more of her bullets hadn't hit their mark.
They were on an empty road, and she had escaped from prison a few hours earlier. It was a good thing he remembered the Kevlar or he'd be dying on this abandoned stretch of road instead of trying to catch Nina.
"They would send you," she said. It had been a freak prison riot, the media had descended and somehow in the confusion she'd managed to escape. He wasn't chasing her as part of CTU, he just didn't want his wife's killer to get away.
"You can't shoot your way out of this," he said, but inwardly he was thinking, just try Nina, just try and give me a reason to shoot you a few hundred times. His gun was at his side and he knew that he had better night vision than she did - it was an advantage of training.
The moon was just bright enough to make out dim features. He could see the shape of her head, the curve of the car's hood and the gun held between her hands.
"I could hide your body and be out of here in five minutes." She said.
He knew that she wouldn't expect him to come from behind, and army training taught him how to move low to the ground, and take an enemy by surprise.
Unfortunately, the bullet proof vest was weighing him down, and with his luck he figured that the odds of her hitting him twice were low enough that he could take the risk of going without it.
Jack moved quickly and was soon behind her, pointing his gun at her back.
"Nina, drop it." His finger shook on the trigger and he wanted nothing more than to make her disappear.
She sat up on her knees, and put up her hands, her gun dangling loosely from her hand. It was easy, maybe too easy.
"Drop it," he repeated and moved closer to her. She sighed softly and the gun fell to the dusty ground.
In the light he could see her hair was longer, almost shoulder length and it somehow made her appear softer.
She turned around. The prison clothes hung on her, but her eyes were as alive as ever. It was the first time he'd seen her in a year, and even though he'd thought about nothing else than how much he'd like to strangle her, face to face, he felt that old chemistry that he both yearned for and despised. He cuffed her hands in front of her, unable to say why.
He turned her back around and held his gun to her head, put his arm around her waist and wanted so badly to pull the trigger. Her breath was quicker than usual, her heart beat against him.
"If anything happens to me, people will come after you." She stated, and he couldn't tell if she was bluffing, hell, when it came to Nina he couldn't even begin to separate her truths from her lies.
A moment of madness, that was the only way to describe what happened next. He slowly moved the barrel of the gun down her neck and over the curve of her breasts. She gasped softly, and he didn't know if it was out of fear or something else.
She struggled out of habit, and he held her tightly, feeling the tension in her back and the quickness of her pulse.
There were no comebacks, no words, nothing as his body remembered what his mind had tried to drink away.
His fingertips lifted her shirt slightly and she squirmed as his hands touched her skin. However, she moved her head to one side and arched backwards.
"I can't believe you still want me," she whispered incredulously, but the fear was replaced with something else entirely.
He kissed the side of her neck, the gun in his hand shook slightly, hell his whole body was shivering and he'd forgotten the effect she had on him.
Her hands wrapped around him backwards, the metal of the handcuffs cool against his face.
He moved to a sitting position and pulled her backwards so she lay against him, her hair against his chin.
"I've never hated anyone...." he roughly whispered and her breasts pressed against his arm and his feet were flat on the ground and he couldn't hold the gun and her at the same time.
He slid his hands down her sides and over her upper thighs, she turned her head and kissed him roughly, and there was nothing innocent about her tongue or the way that her body was grinding against him.
"I bet Teri never let you fuck her on the side of the road," she said and in response he bit the side of her neck, slipped his hand inside her pants, and roughly pushed two fingers inside of her. She opened her legs wider, hooking her ankles behind his legs, and the only sounds were them and the wind.
The handcuffs were scratching his neck, her nails digging into his back, and in one quick move he'd pulled down the prison pants she wore and was working at the button of his jeans.
He saw death and destruction, and she'd hate him if she saw him but not nearly as much as he'd hate himself later when he was alone and looking at his hand like it had betrayed him, which in a way, it had.
It was wrong, but felt so good and this is why he could never even touch her after they stopped seeing each other because he could never just touch her he had to have her. And nothing she did could change the chemistry and although as he slid into her he could only think of holding Teri in his arms and the way the blood somehow seemed to never stop dripping he pulled off her pants entirely and the handcuffs were causing almost pain now as her hands moved up and down.
He rubbed her in just the right way, his fingers unable to forget the pressure she liked and the direction.
I hate you. He thought as he slid in and out of her, or she slid onto him, it was unclear who was really leading.
Arm around her waist again because she was moving too much and this was about him not her and….bright light, pain, and he saw Nina on the beach laughing in Santa Barbara and he saw her after killing his wife and at the court room and he could pick up the gun and get rid of her so easily.
"I hate you. I hate you…" he whispered roughly, and slammed into her and he was so close…so close…and then…there was nothing but release.
Suddenly her hands were off his neck and she was out of the handcuffs and he was in them and attached to the car door.
It was too quick to figure out, but even half-naked she looked at him and she was in control.
"You were always blind when you were fucking me." She said, her skin flushed even in the bad light, and the handcuff key lay in her palm.
"As I said, I have somewhere to go, but I'm sure I'll see you around."
And maybe as she held the gun on him she wanted to shoot also, but instead she slipped back on her pants and drove off leaving him in the middle of nowhere with a dead car and a crushed spirit.
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Date: 2003-07-02 12:01 pm (UTC)Oh and nicely written fic. Just hot enough and yet true to their characters.
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Date: 2003-07-02 02:09 pm (UTC)Thank you!
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Date: 2004-01-05 02:22 am (UTC)This is awesome. Yay for forbidden EVIL sex! Yay for Jack/Nina!!
I just adore the dirtyfilthyohsowrong pairings, and I adore it even more when the fic on said pairing keeps it very dirtyfilthyohsowrong. Bwahahaa!
I hate you. He thought as he slid in and out of her, or she slid onto him, it was unclear who was really leading.
GROWL. Cause yes, these two are so very dominant, both of them. Neither wants to give up control. Psychos <3
"You were always blind when you were fucking me."
*DIES REPEATEDLY* This line is AWESOME. It's so... heh.. well, you know, she's probably right. Women have that control over men, to not lose themselves so completely in the sex and it's probably the ONLY way she could have escaped him.
Also, this line has so so so many meanings. Yes, Jack was blind when he was fucking her. Not just because he was caught off-guard here, but because he had that affair with her and never figured out she was a bad guy. SO GREAT. <3333
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Date: 2004-04-09 09:50 pm (UTC)*dies a thousand deaths*
Words cannot describe the awesome-twisted-mothereffin'brilliance of this fic. Good LORD.
Eeeeevil sex is always 19184858321 more satisfying.
I hate you. He thought as he slid in and out of her, or she slid onto him, it was unclear who was really leading.
DAMN. No one wants to give up control.. so very in character.
"You were always blind when you were fucking me."
Oh, the beauty of that line makes me cry. You are my goddess.
<3333333333333 <-- Definitely deserving of the fangirl hearts.
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Date: 2004-04-25 03:23 am (UTC)uhfuzehfioefioezfhuoezbfuobdoazidnazjgah.
*fans self*
"I bet Teri never let you fuck her on the side of the road," & "You were always blind when you were fucking me."
those lines? kudos, babe.
Wheeeee for gratuitous J/N smut! Especially loved her taking the key post-sex. LOVE!
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Date: 2006-03-18 07:22 am (UTC)no subject
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