Can't Wait

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Nikki drove back to her house using the same route that it took to get to Jack's. The radio remained off as they silently weaved through the London traffic. It started to rain shortly after they set off, and got heavier as they neared Nikki's house.

"Reminds me of last night..." Jack mused, looking out of the window, trailing a finger down the window, chasing a water droplets journey on the other side of the glass. He looked over to Nikki who smirked and glanced at him. She turned the wipers on full and turned the headlamps on as the sky got darker.

"I've always loved the rain. Thunderstorms too, especially when you can feel the electricity in the air. Makes me feel alive, energised." Nikki said quietly.

"Yeah, I get that." Jacked smiled, "I liked listening to it with the window open as we fell asleep last night."

"Yes. I've always got to have a window open at night now. Erm, you know, since Mexico." Nikki smiled tightly, remembering the confines of the box she was buried in. "It's silly, but for a long time after that I had to sleep with the lights on, and all the windows open in the house. I've managed these days to graduate to just a bedroom window being open a bit." She smiled, realising that this was the first time she had told anyone about her sleeping habits during the aftermath of Mexico. Matt had never understood her needs to have the window open, or certain routines she had to overcome the trauma. She shook her head slightly, wondering how she had ever stayed with that man.

"It's not silly at all, Niks" Jack gave a sympathetic smile and squeezed Nikki's knee as she turned into her road, pulled up outside her house and turned the engine off. The sound of rain hitting the car roof echoed the previous night. Jack turned round and grabbed his bag from the back seat and held it on his lap and looked at Nikki. Immediately there was a palpable tension between the pair, each looked to the others lips as they listened to the increasingly heavy rain hit against the metal roof of the car. Both remembered the night before and how they had almost made love in her car.

"I don't know if it's like Pavlov's dog or something,  but the sound of rain now has me thinking of you..." Jack smirked as he searched Nikki's eyes for amusement.

Nikki laughed and kissed Jack swiftly on his lips. "Come on, we will never make the cinema at this rate!" Nikki opened the door to the car and slammed it shut behind her, with Jack following in quick succession, his bag slung over his shoulder, they both ran to escape the deluge of rain. Jack stopped and grabbed Nikki's hand before she made it to her door and pulled her closely against him. "Jack?" Nikki looked at him confused.

Jack smiled at her as they stood there, rain beating down on them both. Jack stood over Nikki slightly to protect her from the worst of it, he leaned down and snaked an arm around her, pulling her into a deep kiss.

Nikki could feel the rain dampen her hair, and stream down her face, but she didn't care. She could taste it in the kiss with Jack as their passion built between them. She looped her arms around his neck and sighed into the kiss, enjoying being back in his arms again, and the thought of the evening that was before them.

Jack enjoyed feeling Nikki melt into his kiss. Getting to know her differently over the weekend had surprised him in how passionate she was in their romantic relationship, and not just in her work. He liked knowing the power he had in compelling her body to desire him, and her submission into orgasm at his touch. He relished the power she had over him too, the way she took him in the shower, how she could grip him and make him almost lose control with her. However, the influence she already had on his emotions was almost alarming; he had never known anger and hurt like he felt earlier, albeit misplaced. He had also never had such love or desire for anyone either. He felt the rain trickle down his hair, down his neck and start to soak through his clothing. Thoughts of their evening plans started to fade into a hazy memory.