| Choices Chapter 6 |
| Jack and Danielle have a chance encounter |
| Tuesday evening Jack didn�t want to go home. He knew if he went home, he�d end up thinking about Lennie; the subtle reminders were all around him there. He and Danielle had had lunch that afternoon, and he was in an exceptionally good mood, and didn�t want it broken just yet. So instead of going home, he stopped in at Alexander�s, the bar where most of the lawyers he knew hung out. It would be a challenge to stick with iced tea, but he thought he was up to it. Rudy the bartender waved at him as he entered. �Hey, Jack, haven�t seen you around! Scotch?� He sighed. �Not any more, Rudy. I�m dry now. How about some iced tea?� Rudy nodded, and poured the tea into an �on the rocks� glass so that it LOOKED like he was still drinking something more potent. Jack grinned. �Thanks, Rudy.� The bartender grinned back at him. �Just ask for �your special� from now on; I�ll make sure everybody here knows. You�d be surprised how many of those we serve.� Jack raised an eyebrow, then toasted the bartender and turned to see who was around. And ran right into Danielle. �Well, fancy meeting you here, Jack!� Her smile lit up the entire room. �Hello, Danielle. Gee, it�s been, what, hours?� She laughed. �And I�m not even hounding you about a case.� They looked at each other, momentarily unsure. �Were you meeting someone?� Jack finally asked. �No, just not quite in the mood to go home yet.� Jack laughed. �That makes two of us.� He took her elbow and steered her toward an open table. They ended up making dinner from the appetizers/bar food, not wanting to break the spell of their chance encounter. After about an hour, Danielle glanced out the window at the setting sun. �So, Jack, how about you walk me home?� Her smile hinted that the evening wouldn�t end there. He grinned. �Certainly, my lady!� He�d have to come back later and retrieve the cycle, but � The too-hot summer day had moderated into a tolerable evening for a walk. They made an odd-looking couple; petite Danielle in her power suit, tall Jack wearing jeans and a dress shirt, the rest of his suit back at the office. Her apartment was only a few blocks away, and as Jack had hoped, she invited him in. He looked around, not surprised. The apartment suited her; classy, elegant, tidy. Jack suddenly felt very nervous, not sure what she expected, how far she was willing to go. The uncertainty added a certain something to his excitement. Danielle hung up her suit coat and came to sit beside him on the couch, laying her hand on his arm. �So. Alone at last.� Jack smiled back at her, not quite sure what to say. He reached out and brushed the hair back from her face. �How did I ever go so long and never notice how beautiful you are?� �Jack, flattery will get you everywhere.� They leaned toward each other, Jack�s hand wrapping around her neck, pulling her closer. Their lips met, gently at first, then more insistently, until finally she let him in. Her arms slid around his waist, up his back, sending a chill down his spine. He brought one hand around to slide gently over a full breast, cupping it, feeling its softness and weight in his hand. Danielle moaned softly at the touch. Eventually they came up for air, pulling back to look into each others� eyes. Danielle�s hands came around to the front, unbuttoning his shirt and sliding inside. Jack smiled and pulled the shirt out of his jeans, leaning back into the corner of the couch. His smile was all the invitation she needed to snuggle next to him, head on his shoulder, his hands wrapped around her from behind. He pushed that glorious copper hair aside and began teasing at her neck, jaw, earlobe, as his hands took on a life of their own, remembering what breasts were for. He slipped one button open, and when she didn�t protest, worked his way down, gently tugging the silk out of her skirt and letting it fall away from her body. Jack couldn�t believe this was happening. Everything felt so good, so natural. He was definitely getting quite aroused, and he had to admit to himself that he was relieved. It had been so long . . . They made out on the couch for a while, but it wasn�t enough. They both knew what they wanted. Danielle pulled away from him and stood, holding out her hand in an invitation. He took it and followed her back to her bedroom. Once there, he literally swept her off her feet, carrying her across the room. �Jack!� She laughed, wrapping her arms around his neck. He gently laid her on the bed, then stood back, dropping his shirt to the floor and kicking off his shoes before coming to sit beside her. He ran his hand up the length of her leg, up under the skirt, as he leaned in to kiss her. She pulled back and added her blouse to the pile of discarded clothing, smiling at him. �I suppose you�d like to get that out of the way?� She rolled over so that Jack could get at the zipper of the skirt, his hands teasing gently over her ass, then lifted her hips so he could pull the skirt out of the way. She rolled back over, leaning on her elbows, the picture of feminine beauty in fancy bra, panties, and stockings. Jack grinned. �You always dress like this under the suit?� �No, only when I�m hoping somebody will see it.� He bent to kiss her again, laying beside her, gathering her into his arms. Their kisses were becoming more intense, their hunger flaring. His fingers found the hooks holding her bra and quickly opened them. He rolled her over onto her back and gently traced a line of kisses down her neck, across the shoulder, and finally to a perfect breast. He suckled there like a newborn, enjoying its feel in his mouth. One hand eventually found its way further south, her panties already wet with her desire. His fingers pressed against the silky fabric, wringing a moan from her as he found the hot button. He finally let go of the nipple and moved his full attention down below. His fingers slid under the panties, pulling them and the hose down with one smooth tug, drawing them off and tossing them aside. Her legs spread wide, inviting him, and he was happy to comply. His fingers trailed through the tight curls and slid into her, the warm wetness so inviting. He bent down, his tongue seeking her button, while his fingers thrust into her. Her breathing was becoming shallow as he brought her closer and closer to her climax. Finally, she cried out, arching against him, then laid there panting, smiling at him. Again, he came to lay beside her, drawing her in to another kiss. It never ceased to amaze him how easily women could recover from this and be ready again in minutes. By this time, his own need was getting pretty intense, and the fact that her hands had just found the tight bulge in his jeans wasn�t making it any more comfortable. Luckily, she quickly undid his belt and zipper, easing the pressure somewhat. He rolled over and squirmed out of the jeans and underwear. Danielle moved over as well, reaching out to caress his length, wringing a moan from his throat. �You look like you�re good and ready.� A sudden thought took him by surprise. �Um, Danielle, I wasn�t exactly expecting this today �� He looked at her, hoping she understood the question. She laughed. �Jack, I�m old enough that I don�t have to worry about birth control anymore.� His face showed his relief. He had never even thought about bringing a condom; Claire had been on the pill, all of his female lovers had been young enough for that favored method. Dating someone his own age was a new experience for him. She leaned down to kiss him, crawling over to straddle him. �You ready?� He nodded, enjoying the view as she positioned herself and sank down onto his shaft. They both let out a soft sigh, feeling each other for the first time. So warm, so wet; but not as tight as he had gotten used to lately. He pushed the thought aside, focusing on the movement of her breasts as she began to move over him. She leaned forward, kissed him as his hands slid down her back, around her sides. He began thrusting upwards to meet her, eagerly seeking his own release. When it was over, she crawled off and laid beside him, her head pillowed on his shoulder. He ran his hands through the thick bronze hair, content in the afterglow. �So, Jack, was it worth it? Giving up your cop lover?� �It was wonderful, Danielle.� He kissed her to stop the conversation. But she noticed that he never really answered the question. After a while, she sat up and looked down at him. �I hate to do this Jack, but I�ve got an early appointment tomorrow. I think it�s time to call it a night.� He sighed, reaching out to caress her face. �If you insist.� He rolled over, climbed out of bed, and started searching for his abandoned clothes. She slipped on a silk robe and walked him to the front door. �How about I make you breakfast Saturday morning?� �That sounds nice. When should I show up?� �Friday evening, of course.� He kissed her goodnight, and walked the couple of blocks back to the bar where his bike was parked. As he rode home in the dark summer night, he wondered about her question. He had to admit he was relieved that he had enjoyed this as much as ever. But he also had to admit that it wasn�t any better than being with Lennie; in fact, it seemed to lack something. He was still trying to pin it down as he fell asleep. Continue to Chapter 7 Send me some feedback Back to the Story Index Disclaimer: These characters belong to Dick Wolf and NBC. I'm just borrowing them for fun, not profit. |
 |