In Too Deep

50

The Quiet by Chelou

As promised he returns, without a scratch.

I stare up at him as his fingers play with my hair. I bite the inside of my cheek as we continue to lay in silence.

Currently we're laying in front of the fire place on the bearskin rug. A favourite activity of ours that we rarely get to do with how busy our lives currently are.

He ducks down and peppers soft kisses down my throat. I bite my lip and I thread my fingers through his hair. He settles on my collar bone and nips at my skin. I know there will be a bruise by tomorrow, a new one to the collection that he's left on my skin from today.

He pulls away a little while after as he kisses back up to my face. He looks at me and kisses me softly.

"And he just didn't show?" I ask again, pulling away from his mouth. His fingers skim down my thigh as it lies against his waist.

"Didn't get to see him. Not even the goddamn host. I think it was a bit rude of him. Can't even greet a guest" he says and I thread my fingers with the hair on the nap of his neck.

I think this is my favourite version of Jack. He's the most vulnerable at this moment i'd say.

I never thought we could have something like this.

"I mean you'd think that if your girls in danger, you'd just hand yourself over" he scoffs.

"Remind me again, why was it a good idea to tell the GCPD about your next victim? Why would you want them knowing your next move" he smiles. He leans down to kiss my cheek.

"You worry too much baby" I roll my eyes.

"Do you blame me? You're fucking crazy" I whisper the last sentence and and he kisses me.

"You bet your sweet ass I am" he says against my mouth as he slaps my ass.

He captures my mouth in another kiss and his tongue slides against my bottom lip. I moan against his attack.

"Tell me, how exactly do you expect to kill the mayor?" I pull away from his mouth to ask and he groans. He grabs my chin in his hand and stares into my eyes. He kisses me again and I bite his lip. He chuckles and licks away the blood.

"Tomorrow, the city will be holding a funeral for Commissioner Loeb. It's a shame, really. Poor man was taken from us too soon" he leans down and skims my nose with his.

"Side note—" he rolls his eyes at my interjection.

"Why are you breaking out Schiff? He's unstable. He could fuck up your entire plan J" he kisses down my cheek and settles next to my ear.

"There's a method to my madness. If you can't see it I can't help you" he whispers before licking the shell of my ear. I stifle a snicker and he pulls away.

"Our mayor will give a speech, eulogy if you will, in his honour. At the gun salute, I will be joining the men. I'll position myself to be the last one to set off his gun and aim it right for his heart" he says against my mouth before kissing me.

"And if you miss?" I ask pulling away.

"I never miss" he says simply before connecting our lips again.