Since you're gone my empty arms have nothing left to hold

There’s a sort of desperation behind the way Jack moves, the way he kisses her, the way his tongue slowly plunges into her mouth, in the way his hands shake while he undresses her; she knows she’s mirroring it in the way she tries to rush this, to make it faster, even if he doesn’t match her rhythm.

Oh. Oh this is sad and sexy at the same time, and it does both characters perfect justice. Coincidently I've just read elise509's Jack/Shannon, and this fits perfectly after it.

So good.