Jack and Nikki - After the Kiss

Giving In

Jack looked into Nikki's eyes, wondering where this conversation was going. His heart racing, hoping she was finally going to make it clear that she felt the same as he did. He had been longing for her for so long that he had found in the past he had misread her friendly affection for mutual attraction. He didn't want to risk their friendship and cross a line with her - he needed to know that she definitely wanted him in the same way. He tried to control his breathing, held onto his jacket to stop his hands fidgeting, and leaned against the doorframe, his eyes searching hers, his brows furrowed, he flexed his jaw whilst he was second guessing her motive for the sudden change in conversation.

Nikki was looking back into his eyes. He found himself drawn in, glancing at her lips, and said "it's always shit timing with us."

Nikki half laughed "it is isn't it."

"Yeah" Jack breathed softly, smiling.

"Why is that?" Asked Nikki, looking up at him, her brown eyes shining with anticipation.

This was confirmation enough for Jack, his heart pounded and stomach flipped. She must have thought about taking things further if she thought that previously the timing was off, surely? Maybe she had liked him for a while? She was always flirting back with Jack, and her playfulness over the years had charmed him. She had been the one to kiss him the previous week after all. Now he was finally ready for a relationship, he knew he would be less likely to hurt her; he had made that mistake with so many women before.

Jack leaned in, looking down at Nikki with a smile. He took a step towards her, closing the gap between them and pressed his forehead against hers, he felt her soft breath on his lips. Nikki looked up at him smiling, her breathing light and quick. Nikki inched backwards, leading him into her hotel room, conscious that all this was currently being played out in the hotel hallway. Jack followed at her pace, keeping close with her as he entered her room.

As they went further into her room, Jack placed his hands on her waist, and pulled her to a stop next to the coat rack as the door clicked shut behind them. He brought his body close against hers, stroking his left hand up her back over her yellow shirt, and brushing her hair away from her face with his right. Nikki snaked her arms up his body and around his neck. She had boots on but he still towered over her. He pushed a couple of loose blonde curls behind her ear and ran his fingers lightly over her hair. With his palm against the side of her cheek, he stooped down, and pulled her face closer.