Merry Christmas, and I hope you enjoy the fic! :)
Title: Truth or Dare
Summary: I took the suggestion 'playful seduction' literally. Jack and Chloe play a game. Set between seasons 7 and 8.
"Looks like I win again."
Defeated, Jack tossed his cards down on the coffee table in front of them. "You're obviously not one of those girls who believes in letting a guy win once in a while, you know, to salvage what's left of his shattered ego?"
"Hmmm. Nope." Chloe replied, gathering the cards together, clearly unfazed by Jack's remark.
He nodded and smiled. "I wouldn't want it any other way."
"You want to play again?" she asked.
"Nah. Card games are starting to bore me. Or I should say, losing is starting to bore me. Let's play something I can't lose at."
Chloe eyed him suspiciously. "I'm dying to hear what you have in mind."
"Glad you asked." he grinned. "How about Truth or Dare?"
"You think you can't lose at that game?" she snickered. "I think you're mistaken, Jack."
"Oh, I know I can't lose. But you, on the other hand, you're going down, O'Brian."
His comment made her blush slightly. Damn her dirty mind. She stood up and motioned to the kitchen. "I'm going to get something to drink first. Got any alcohol?"
Jack laughed and shook his head. "Nope. You've been doing all my grocery shopping, haven't you? Besides, if I can't drink because of this damn medicine I'm taking, neither can you."
"Oh yeah. Right." she said, sitting back down and biting her bottom lip.
"What's the matter, Chloe? Are you scared?" he taunted.
"No, I'm not scared at all." she said, as confidently as she could. "Infact, I'm sure anything you ask me will be quite boring, knowing you."
Amused, Jack cocked his head to the side. "Oh really? Is that right?"
She nodded. "That's right."
"So you're volunteering to go first, then?" he asked.
"Give it your best shot, Bauer."
"Ok, Chloe. Truth or dare?"
She pondered the question carefully. As intriguing as a dare sounded, she had a feeling it would probably end up making her look ridiculous in some way, and decided against it. "Truth."
Jack stared at her, a smile spreading across his face. He appeared to be deep in thought. The look in his eyes made her stomach do flip-flops. She didn't think he meant to look so sexy, but damn, was he ever doing a fantastic job of it.
"Alright, Chloe. "I'll start you off with an easy one. What did you think of me when we first met?"
"I thought you were an asshole." she said, not skipping a beat.
Jack's eyes widened. "Care to elaborate?"
"Oh, come on! You were the grouchiest, most impatient person I had ever met. I wanted to quit so bad. I wanted to kick you in the..."
"Ok! Stop." Jack interrupted, raising his hand in surrender. "That's enough of an elaboration. Thanks."
"Sorry." Chloe shrugged. "You wanted the truth."
"Do you still see me that way?" he asked, sounding genuinely concerned.
"That's another question." she replied. "And it's your turn."
"Right." he growled. "Ok, truth."
She wanted to get him good, but didn't want to drudge up anything painful from his past. To ruin the fun they were having right now, it was just not worth it.
"Are you a cat or dog person?"
Jack looked mildly dismayed. "What? That's your question? Am I a cat or dog person? Are you kidding me? I give you a chance to ask me anything at all, I promise to answer it truthfully, and you ask me that?"
"Yeah." Chloe said, matter-of-factly.
"Dog. I'm a dog person." he sighed.
"That's what I figured." she nodded.
"Then why did you waste a question on that?"
"My turn" she said, ignoring him. "Truth again, please."
"Do you...regret anything in your life?"
It was a very non-specific question, but deep down, she knew what he was asking. He wanted to know if she regretted anything she had done for him. For all the things her loyalty to Jack had cost her, her marriage specifically, did she wish she had never met him?
"No." she answered, placing her small hand on his for a brief moment, and she was pretty sure she saw a look of gratitude in his eyes.
"My turn. I'll take truth." Jack said.
"Ok. This one's good." she giggled. "Do you ever sing in the shower?"
Once again, Jack gave her a look of disappointment. "Come on, Chloe." he groaned. "These questions are softballs. Is this the best you can come up with? Who cares if I sing in the shower?"
"Whoa!" Chloe couldn't help but be amused at Jack's serious demeanor. "Calm down. Why are you getting all upset and stuff?"
"I'm not upset, Chloe. I just thought maybe you'd want to know more about me than how I like my eggs cooked." he said.
"I do." she replied, softly. "I just don't want to bring up anything emotional for you. That's all."
"You can ask me anything. I trust you with all my heart. You, and only you." The look on Jack's face as he said those words gave Chloe a lump in her throat.
"Alright, I'll get you next time around. I promise." she said. "Now give me a truth question."
Jack took a deep breath and locked his eyes with hers. "Have you ever been in love with someone, but been afraid to tell them?"
So much for fun and games, she thought. Why was he asking her that? And how was she supposed to answer it?
"Yes." she heard herself say. "I have."
Jack appeared to breathe a small sigh of relief.
"Truth or dare?" she asked.
"Truth." he responded.
"Same question." she said, her heart still pounding in the aftermath of his previous inquisition.
"I'm not afraid of anything." he said, with a smirk.
She couldn't help but laugh at the cockiness of his comment. "Right. Of course you're not. You're Jack Bauer. Truth, please."
For a man who claimed not to be afraid of anything, he sure was taking a long time with the next question. Seemingly uncomfortable, he finally reached out and took her hand in his. "Chloe, do you know how beautiful you are?"
She felt her face get hot and quickly pulled her hand back from his. "I think you're new meds are doing a number on your judgement, Jack. There has to be some sort of pharmacutical explanation for what you just said."
He shook his head. "No. It's not the medicine. I think you're absolutely gorgeous. I don't think you realize just how stunning you really are."
Flustered, Chloe nodded in mock agreement. "Right. Ok, what do you want?"
"I'm serious, Chloe. You're..."
"Let's move on. Pick."
Jack sighed. "Truth. And ask me something good this time."
"Something good?" she repeated. If it wasn't the meds that were making him act so odd, she figured it could only be one other thing. "Ok, when's the last time you had sex?"
He paused for a moment. "It's been a long time. A very long time."
Chloe frowned. "That's what I figured."
"Why do you say that?" he asked.
"Never mind. Moving on then...um, I'll take truth for $200, Alex."
"Alright, I'm going to stick with the sex theme here." he said. "What's your favorite position?"
"That's not a $200 question!" she cried. "That's more like Final Jeopardy!"
Jack began tapping his fingers on the couch cushion. "I'm waiting..."
"I like...being on top, I guess." she said, burying her face in her hands, utterly embarrassed.
"Now we're getting somewhere." he said, rubbing his hands together. "How about I answer the same question?"
"Alright." Chloe agreed, hesitantly. "Go ahead."
"I don't really have a preference to be honest. But if I were with you, I'd want you on top. That's how I've always imagined it."
Chloe's mouth dropped open. She had a feeling this game was about to go in a whole different direction.
"Your turn, Chloe. Truth or dare?"
Still reeling from his previous comment, Chloe was beyond frightened at what he might have in store for her next.
"How about a dare this time?" he suggested.
"Uh, I don't know if that's a good idea."
Jack seemed disappointed. "Why not?"
Because you're freaking me out, that's why, she thought. "You're just...acting strange."
"Chloe," he said. "It's called flirting."
"Exactly!" she exclaimed. "You have never, ever acted this way. I don't think you're in your right mind, Jack."
"So, you think I'm full of shit, then? Is that it?"
"Ok, Chloe." he said, sliding up next to her to the couch. His body now snug against hers, he whispered in her ear, "What's it gonna take to convince you that I'm not?"
The heat radiating off of both their bodies was quickly becoming unbearable for her. "I...I don't know." she stammered.
Suddenly, she felt the warmth of his lips on her neck, leaving a trail of sweet, soft little kisses on her skin.
Her voice shaky, she asked, "Jesus, Jack. What are you doing?"
His hand rested on her waist, and without warning, slipped under her shirt, caressing the velvety skin underneath. Feeling herself melting under his touch, she expected she'd be waking up any moment now. This had to be a dream.
"Tell me you don't like it, and I'll stop." he said, his lips moving farther up her neck and getting dangerously close to her own.
"What...what about the game?" she stuttered.
Locking his eyes with hers, he reached up and held her face in his hand, stroking her cheek with his thumb. "I'm tired of playing games, aren't you?" He leaned forward and kissed her lips tenderly, rendering her completely speechless. He searched her eyes for any sign telling him to stop, and when he saw none, his mouth was on hers again, kissing her deeper, more eagerly, and didn't stop until they were both gasping for air.
Seeing that she was trembling slightly, her wrapped his arms around her and pulled her as close to him as he possibly could. "Chloe," he said, laughing as he rubbed her back softly. "Are you alright?"
She threw her arms over his shoulders and buried her face in the crook of his neck. "Don't do this to me, Jack. You'd better not be messing with me. Do you have any idea how long I've been in love with you?" And there it was. The words came out so easy, so much easier than she'd ever imagined they could. All these years, she had kept it from him, and now she was out in the open, exposed.
He grabbed her arms and pulled back from her, staring intently into her eyes. "Do you have any idea how long I've wanted to hold you, to kiss you, to hear you say the words you did just now? I love being with you, and I miss you when you're gone. I go to sleep every night wishing you were there with me, and I wake up happy every morning because I know I'm going to see you. If that's not love, Chloe, I don't know what is."
Fighting back tears, all she could say was, "Wow."
"Yeah, wow." he grinned, sliding his arms around her again and planting a kiss on her lips. "Now...about that dare."
Chloe pulled back a little. "We're still playing?" she asked, apprehensively.
"Why stop now?" he growled, his hands gently pushing her back against the couch as he settled on top of her. "It's just getting good."