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]

*kisses you*

[lyndawithay]

Mmf!

*surprised, then melts, kissing you back*

*pulls her head away slightly to catch her breath*

*laughing* I was...I was joking, actually...

[agent_harkness]

*kisses you again, longingly*

[lyndawithay]

*runs her fingers into your hair*

...I hope...this isn't some kind of test... because, god help me...

...I think I'm failing.

*presses her body against yours, kissing you deeper, and backs you up against the counter*

[agent_harkness]

*picks you up by the ass and tries to swallow your tongue*

[lyndawithay]

*moans*

*unbuttons your shirt, runs her hands across your chest and pinches your nipples*

*pushes your braces off your shoulders*

*undoes your trousers*

[agent_harkness]

*struggling with your skirts* God! How many layers of clothing are you wearing?

[lyndawithay]

*laughs* Oh. Oops. I'm afraid I was a little overzealous when I got dressed.

*gathers up her skirts and guides your hand underneath*

*breath hitching in her throat* There....better?

*unbuttons the top of her dress and unlaces her corset-cover, uncovering the swell of her breasts, pressed tightly upwards*

There...that's as good as it gets, unless you have about ten minutes and a buttonhook.

[agent_harkness]

Fraid not.

*sits you on the edge of the table and thrusts into you*

[lyndawithay]

*gives a wild, hoarse cry of desire and wraps her legs around you*

*bites your neck*

Oh, yes, Jack...

*leans back, her hands behind her, bracing her body at an angle to return your thrusts, twisting her hips to vary the sensation*

*enjoys watching your face as you plunge into her again and again*

[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. ;-)