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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[lyndawithay]

*blinks* You...you mean, you are, too?

Was it...did it feel the same, with you?

How long have you known?

[agent_harkness]

I think the same thing happened to both of us on the station. Maybe at the same time - though I missed you, I'd have rescued you if I hadn't believed you were dead.

Yeah, it was pretty much the same.

I thought it was a one-time thing, some miracle. Maybe some kind of parting gift from the Doctor. He doesn't seem to know anything about it, though. But then it happened again. Stupid, trivial thing. I fell off a ladder! Can you believe it? Cracked my skull right open. Scared the hell out of a couple of paramedics when my head started knitting itself back together.

To tell you the truth, Lynda, it scares the hell out of me.

[lyndawithay]

Did you ever try to kill yourself?

[agent_harkness]

*suddenly very interested in his coffee* This is cold. I'm gonna make another batch. Tea, you said?

[lyndawithay]

*exasperated* Jack.

Finally we arrive at something you do know about and you won't talk to me.

[agent_harkness]

Let's just say I knew it was pretty likely you'd give it a try, and leave it at that.

[lyndawithay]

*head in her hands*

So, that's it then. We just live on and on, and never stop. Unnatural.

*looks up at you, plaintive*

How can you stand it? How can you get up every morning?

[agent_harkness]

In my line of work, it has certain advantages.

Lynda, we don't know that we're going to live forever. All we know is, right now, we just can't manage to die. Maybe we get a limited number of lives, like a cat, or maybe it'll run out after a certain amount of time. We just... God, I wish I knew.

[lyndawithay]

Here I hoped you'd have all the answers, and you don't have any.

But you're right...

*catches hold of your hand, smiling*

...it does feel better to know I'm not alone.

So, is there anything for pudding, or should we just skip straight to the sex?

[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*