scoob2222 (scoob2222) wrote in jc_christmas,

Stocking Stuffer

Stocking Stuffer for jr_jackgirl. NC-17 fic behind the cut.

The sweet oblivion of alcohol

Admittedly she was a little dizzy. But the guy smelled kind of nice and had really put an effort into getting her attention over the last hours. So Chloe didn't have any objections when he leaned in to kiss her. But apparently someone else had. On saying: "Take your hands off her!" that someone grabbed poor Alex' collar and shoved him into the crowd, his quick and effective movements accompanied by a look that made Alex disappear without even trying to argue.

Puzzled Chloe looked up to be met by Jack Bauer's clear blue eyes, mustering her with a mixture of annoyance and amusement and something she couldn't define.

"Damn it, Bauer! What the hell do you think you're doing?" she hissed and glared at him while she tried in vain to straighten out her skirt.

"Apparently the alcohol has clouded your perception" he said, wiping his hands on his jeans.

"It's none of your business" she snapped, turning away from him but he was faster and took her arm.

"I'm not going to stand here and watch this slime ball trying to lick your tonsils" he replied matter-of-factly.

"Fine. Whatever" she huffed. "I'm not even going to try to understand this. But since you've done your best to ruin my evening you might as well drive me home. Can't stay here anyway, everybody is staring at me. Besides, it will look much better if I leave with you. You're way hotter than that guy."

"So, Jack" she turned towards him, toying with the straw of her cocktail that she had refused to leave. "You had objections regarding that guy touching me?"

His gaze flickered over to her and he tried to decide if she was curious or really pissed off by his actions before settling back on the road.

"Well, squashing might be the better word" he muttered.

She blinked at him from under her long lashes, eyes wide and innocent and made him wish he had kept his eyes at the road: "Who told you I didn't like it rough?"

Jesus. Thankful for the break Jack stopped at the red traffic light. Chloe giggled next to him.

"You're blushing, Bauer, I can see it!" she teased.

"It's the traffic lights" he hissed.

"Yeah, you bet" she said and he could feel her grin widen with every shade he colored.

When he shut down the engine in front of her house Chloe was somewhat pale.

"Are you alright?" he asked, a worried expression settling into his features.

She nodded. "Just a bit dizzy. Can we just sit here for a moment?"

"Sure. Do you want some water?" he asked gently.

She nodded and he reached behind her seat and handed her a bottle of water.

"You're driving home drunks on a regular basis?" she asked, attempting to smile.

He shook his head, a genuine smile playing around his lips. "No, O'Brian, that's your privilege. And my daughter's" he added after a short pause.

"I feel flattered" she announced.

"Well, you should" he said, grinning at her. "Do you want me to help you out of the car?"

"Actually I'm not sure how well walking will work" she admitted.

"Well, let's see. You can always crawl" he said with a smirk.

Chloe groaned and closed her eyes when he slammed his door shut, trying to stop her world from spinning. He opened the door and stuck in his head: "Ready?"

"As ready as I ever will be with that amount of alcohol in my system."

He smiled. "Let's go. Hold on to me if you want."

"Right." Chloe felt for the handle above her head and tried to swing her legs off the seat but how hard she fought, somehow she was stuck.

"Damn it" she muttered. Jack chuckled softly.

"What?" she snapped.

Grinning he bent over her. "Allow me to unfasten your seatbelt?" Gently his fingers traced the seatbelt to the lock, brushing over her hip as they did so, his touch sending shivers down her spine.

"There we go. Try again."

"Now you feel like the dam hero again, don't you? Freeing the woman from the horrible clutches of the vicious seatbelt?"

He grinned. "No. But I'll be very pleased with myself once I've carried you over to your porch."

And before she could protest he had slid his strong arms under her legs and around her back and had lifted her effortlessly out of the car.

"Let me down?" she asked weakly.

"No" he said, kicking the car door shut. "I'm not going to let you crawl over the lawn and ruin this nice dress."

His voice was vibrating in his chest and she leaned her head against his shoulder to stop it from bobbing from side to side. His smell encompassed her and made her want to bury her nose in the crook of his neck.

"You alright?" he asked quietly and she could feel his breath tickling her ear.

"Mmh." She nodded. "You smell nice."

He groaned inwardly. That didn't help. With the soft skin of her legs against his fingers, her arms slung around his neck and his body pressed against his he really didn't need her to complicate things by telling him he smelled nice.

"It's my laundry detergent" he muttered.

"No, it's you. Unless you're buying detergent that says "With the exciting note of testosterone"" she protested.

He quickened his pace and seconds later set her down onto the porch, stifling a sigh of relief. She swayed a little and he had to reach out to steady her to prevent her from falling. "You okay?" he asked.

She looked up at him and there was that look in her eyes again, the look from the stop at the traffic lights. The look that made his head spin and his stomach flutter.

When she spoke her voice had dropped to a low whisper. "No" she said slowly. "Way too much space in between us." Unexpectedly she took a step towards him, catching him by surprise. Once her hip had touched his he found it hard to retreat.

"Better" he heard her whisper when she put her arms around his neck. "Much better" she added, leaning into him.

He took a deep breath: "Chloe..."

But before he could continue his protest her lips were on his.

He felt his pulse spike and felt himself getting hard instantly. Her lips were soft against his and he wanted nothing more than kiss her back and let his hands wander over her perfect body. With the last remains of his self-control he took her shoulders and gently pushed her away, ignoring his mind screaming at him to stop.

Chloe groaned in frustration. "What now, Bauer? Just kiss me!"

He smiled despite the situation.

"I can't" he said softly, reaching out to brush a stray strand of hair from her face.

"You were on the right way" she retorted.

"I can't because you're drunk, Chlo."

She rolled her eyes. "Honorable, Bauer, but I'm not fourteen."

"I don't want you to regret it tomorrow morning" he said quietly.

"I promise you, I won't."

He shook his head. "I mean it. I would feel bad about it."

"Fine" she huffed. "Suit yourself." And turning away from him she started digging through her purse in search for her keys, clearly hurt.

Absent-mindedly he rubbed the back of his neck. Damn it.

"Chlo...I" he began tentatively.

"No, Jack, I get it" she said, her voice trembling. "You don't want to. It was stupid of me to think you might. I'm sorry."

Her hand had found the keys and she tried to fit them into the lock, but couldn't.

"Damn it" she cursed.

Silently he took the keys from her shaking hand and unlocked the door. Without a word she stepped into the hall.

"Chloe!" he called after her.

"Just leave, Jack, I get it. I... ouch."

He heard a soft thud when Chloe stumbled over her feet and tipped over. With a few long strides he was at her side, closing the door behind him as he went, registering too late that this left them in complete darkness.

"You're alright? Where are you?" he asked.

Chloe groaned and rubbed her shin. "Bloody handbag. I tripped over the strap."

Tentatively he took another step, being met halfway by Chloe who swayingly tried to get up. She caught him at a bad angle and both landed in a heap at the floor. While he cursed he could hear her giggle in the dark next to him.

"Ooops, sorry." Her breath was warm against the side of his face and before he could decide to move he felt Chloe roll on top of him.

"Hi there, Bauer."

He groaned. How on earth was he supposed to get out of this without hurting her feelings?

"You're still drunk, Chloe" he stated the obvious whacking his brains to come up with a solution to this mess.

She giggled again, her hand moving down his chest and causing him to hold his breath when she reached his stomach.

"I know" she whispered. Unable to get his brain to work he just lay there for a moment, which was sufficient time for her to slide her small hand into his pants.

He couldn't suppress a soft moan when her fingers made contact with his straining erection. Chloe's breath tickled the skin of his neck when she whispered: "Liar. I just proved you can, Bauer."

He groaned, and with the last remains of coherent thought managed to force his motor cortex to tell his hand to retrieve her hand from his pants. Sighing he sat up, pulling her with him.

"What do you expect, Chloe? You just stuck your hand down my pants. That would be difficult to ignore even if I didn't think you were the sexiest woman I've ever met."

"You do?" she whispered.

"I do" he sighed. She straddled him now and he struggled to stay focused.


"Yeah. Wow. And now let's get you to bed."

When he heard her giggle again he realized his mistake. "I'd like that, Bauer."

"Alone, Chloe!" he said emphatically, getting up and taking a few careful steps through the dark room in search of a light switch.

When he had switched on the lights he took her hand. "Let's go. Where's your bedroom?"

"Upstairs" she answered, letting him drag her up the stairs, muttering under her breath:

"That's just unfair. You parade round all day in these pants hugging her perfect little ass..."

"Hands off, Chloe" he scolded sensing what she planed to do.

"Unfair" came the prompt reply and he couldn't help smiling.

When they reached the bedroom Chloe made a beeline for the bed and unceremoniously flopped down onto the mattress, burying her face in the pillows.

He stood there for a moment, unsure of what to do.

"Is it me or is the room spinning?" came he muffled voice from beneath the pillows.

Smiling he sat down next to her and reached out to stroke the back of her head.

"It's you."

"Damn it" she muttered, half turning and to look at him.

"Stay here?" she asked quietly.

He sighed. "I don't know, Chloe."

"Just stay. I don't want to be alone."

When he didn't answer she took his hand. "Please, Jack."

He nodded, not able to say no albeit knowing he better had.

"You want to brush your teeth?"

She shook her head, groaning. "No. But I want my pyjamas. They're in the bathroom."

He got up to get them and when he returned Chloe had managed to tangle herself in her dress, cursing loudly.

"Wait, let me help you." He reached out to prevent her from tearing the dress into pieces. With slightly shaking hands he dragged it over her head, trying not to look at her breasts but nevertheless catching a glimpse of black lace.

He swallowed hard when she reached behind her back to open her bra and turned away to hand her her pyjamas jacket. Thankfully he registered that she managed to open it and reached for the pyjamas. When he dared to look at her again she had stretched out on the bed, the jacket barely reaching over her waist and leaving him staring at her long, perfectly shaped legs.

He groaned inwardly and dragged his eyes off her.

"Sleep well, Chloe" he said. "I'll be on the couch if you need anything."

"No!" she opened her eyes. "Stay here with me, please." And scooting over she patted the bed next to her. Too weak to struggle he switched off the lights and rid himself of his shoes and jeans, crawling under the covers on the other side of her double-bed.

She reached over and wrapped his arms around her waist.

"You know what, Bauer, I've always wanted to fall asleep in your arms."

"Sleep well, Chloe" he said, wondering if he would be able to get a second of sleep or if her presence would just mean several hours of a hard-on.

When he felt her hand drift towards his groin he caught it halfway, pressing her to his chest and effectively pinning her arms to her body.

"You're unbelievable, Chloe, stop it" he sighed.

"But you admit you want it, too" she teased.

"You're drunk!"

"But if I wasn't..."

"Sleep now!"

"But if I wasn't you would want to."

"You promise you're going to sleep if I say it?" he caught himself saying.

She nodded. "Promise."

"Okay. If you weren't drunk I'd very much want to fuck you."

She moaned. "You don't expect me to sleep now, Bauer, do you?"

"I actually do. Sleep now, Chloe!"

"Is that an order?" she giggled.

"It is. Sleep."

"Yes, Sir."
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