The Gates' kitchen, Sydney

[lyndawithay]

*enters kitchen, dressed in her best Victorian housewife ensemble, to keep her appointment with Jack, and sits at the table*

All right, here I am. Let's talk.

Why did Arthur contact you? How did you know about my suicide?

And how can you possibly help me?

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[agent_harkness]

Oh - Lynda - Jesus - Lynda - oh God!

*holds on for dear life, teeth gritted*

[lyndawithay]

*the sound of your voice hits her like a jolt*

Yes, that's it, darling...come, lover...come now, please!

[agent_harkness]

*fucks you like a jackhammer*

*screams*

[lyndawithay]

oh...OH! JACK!

*wraps her arms around you and tenses, clinging to you*

*little rhythmic sobs through gritted teeth*

*kisses your shoulder, hard*

[agent_harkness]

*slowing, head bent over your shoulder, getting his breath back*

[lyndawithay]

*doesn't want to let go of you*

*slides one arm further around you and the other hand to the back of your head*

[agent_harkness]

*kisses you like you're a cool well in a desert*

[lyndawithay]

*kisses you gratefully, a tear sliding down her cheek*

Oh, Jack, sweetheart. Thank you.

[agent_harkness]

*holds onto you*

[lyndawithay]

*not moving from your arms*

I suppose you think I'm a terrible hypocrite, to go from talking about fidelity to fucking you on the dinner table.

But I needed this, so much. I needed to feel alive again.

Jack, it means the world to me to have someone who understands. You've given me hope and comfort, and you made me feel good about myself again.

I - I just hope I might have given you a fraction of what you've given me.

[agent_harkness]

*holding you tight* Do me a favour, okay? No more suicide attempts. If you feel the urge, you can always contact me and we'll talk.

[lyndawithay]

Only if you'll promise me the same thing.

[agent_harkness]

You got it.

[lyndawithay]

Done.

*caresses your back softly*

Jack, when you came here, did you suspect that we would do this?

[agent_harkness]

It's the Victorian era. *kisses you* You gotta be ready. ;-)

[lyndawithay]

*smiles*

Did you...hope that we would?

[agent_harkness]

I wish I could say I didn't. But I did.

[lyndawithay]

*touched*

It's all right. Really, it's all right.

*kisses you, slow and lingering*

*pulls away and idly strokes your hair, looking into your eyes*

Oh, I'm sorry, Jack. You probably want to sit down.

[agent_harkness]

*zips himself up*

*sits down and pulls you into his lap*

Somehow I don't think I'm being real helpful when it comes to fixing up your marriage.

[lyndawithay]

*putting your hair back in order with her fingers*

No, actually, I think you have been...

I've just realised a few things, thanks to you.