A/N: Alright, now, this idea came to me at like 1:14 in the morning. But I wanna thank jackrinefluff for telling me that I should write a JackRine story. I'm gonna apologise in advance if either Katherine or Jack are OOC in this, I'm not good at writing Character/Character stories, one of the reasons that I haven't been making a lot of JackRine stories, but if this gets good feedback, then I'll try to make another. I hope you like it!
BEWARE! SMUT/LEMON AHEAD! IF YOU DO NOT LIKE THAT STUFF OR YOU ARE STILL AN INNOCENT CHILD DON'T READ AND FARTHER!

October 28, 1901

A grin never left Katherine's face as she ran to Irving hall clutching Jack's canvas newspaper bag that he gave her.

Katherine jumped up and down in anticipation as she knocked on the stage door, waiting for either Jack or Medda to open it for her.

After two minutes of waiting, Katherine knocked again; this time someone actually answered the door.
She made her way to an open rehearsal room in the back of the theatre. When she opened the door the stale smell of acrylic paint reached her nose. In the middle of the floor, in all his painting glory, was the infamous Jack Kelly. Staring contently at the half finished backdrop of the streets of New York for Medda's new musical act that she was adding into her Saturday night

"Hey Kathy." Jack never looked up from his backdrop.
"Hey yourself cowboy." Katherine sprawled herself over Jack's back and wrapped her arms around his neck semi-tightly. Katherine's head fit nicely into the crook of Jack's neck.
Jack's senses became highly aware of the position he was in. All he could feel against his back was Katherine's bust pressing into his back. "Kathy, Ise workin' can you not-" Jack slightly turned his head to acknowledge The women across his back.
"Can I not what?" She wrapped her arms tighter around Jack's neck, increasing the pressure on her bosom.
"Can youse not, do what youse is doin'?"
She got onto her tippy toes and pressed harder making their faces parallel. "I don't know what you're talking about cowboy. I'm just being excited is all..." She then turned her head to peck Jack's paint stained cheek.
He closed his eyes and sighed knowing that he wouldn't be able to paint in peace unless he asked her why. Even though he was going to be forced to answer, Jack still wouldn't stop painting the small intricate details on the scenery. "And why is dat Ace? Why is youse so 'appy?" Jack was back to facing his backdrop. Completely ignoring the fact that Katherine was trying to gain his full attention.

"Well... Guess who is the first woman up for the 'Most Outstanding Writer' award given by the National Reporters Association every year at the Christmas party?"
"The only woman, I know, who writes is youse."
"Exactly, and I'm the only woman in the Country up for that award! Isn't that great?!"
"Yeah, that's great Ace. I'm so proud of you." Jack's answer was half hearted, weak, and apparently not what Katherine wanted to hear.
Katherine reached over to his arm and snatched the thin paint brush from his hand and took several steps back. "Jack Theodore Kelly! Look at me when I'm talking to you!"
"Okay, okay! Kathy! I'm looking at youse!" Jack attempted to grab his paint brush, but Katherine made it her purpose to keep him away from it.
"If you want it back," she took a few steps towards the door. "come and get it!" She turned and took off running out into the house floor.
"Ace! Come back 'ere! Dat's ma only brush!" Jack took off running after her.
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After many moments of trying to rationalise with the chocolate haired girl, Jack gave up on trying to catch her or even trying to get his work done. He just wanted his brush back, and he knew exactly how to get it. A devious smirk came upon his face and a plan formulated in his mind.
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Katherine walked around the, now, dark abandoned theatre; still clutching the paint brush in her hands.
She was starting to get worried, she hadn't seen Jack in a while and Medda was closing up the ground floor soon.
Katherine pasted the dressing rooms with a slight caution. Jack would sometimes hide in an empty one and scare her for fun when she would run from him.
She had gotten past almost all of the tattered wooden dressing room doors before she heard a creak from a floor board behind her. Katherine spun around and pointed the paint brush like a gun at the empty dark hallway. She sighed and relaxed when she saw no one was there. Katherine tried to take a few steps back and keep going down the hallway, but a pair of strong arms wrapped around her waist, and dragged her into the supply closet at the end of the hallway. The door shut and locked, plunging both humans into darkness.
A small shriek left her lips, but Katherine was soon silenced by Jack's lips on hers. After a few moments Katherine pushed the male off of her lips.
"Cowboy! You know not to scare me!" Katherine tried to wiggle out of his grip, but Jack had other plans. He lifted her against the wall of the closet and pinned her their with his hips. The only comfortable thing for Kathy to do was to wrap her legs around his waist. A small light was emitted from a small window near the roof of the closet.
"Kathy, Ise wasn't trying ta scare youse. Ise just wanted youse ta give me ma brush back." Jack leaned his head down started to trail butterfly kisses along her exposed neck.
A strangled sigh left Katherine's lips as she tried not to let Jack's antics get to her, but she was failing miserably. "W-well.... B-Bad choice on your part..." Katherine couldn't help the stutter in her voice.
"Any choice I make concerning you is a bad choice." Jack nipped slightly at the exposed skin on her neck. "At least dat's what ya father says."
"Well what my father doesn't know-" Katherine's sentence was cut off by a moan. Jack had found the sweet spot on her neck.
"I'm sorry, what was that?" Jack brought his face away from her neck and stared deep into her brown eyes.
Katherine remained silent for quiet a while, but then she sighed and whispered,"Prove my father wrong and make me yours."
Jack was taken aback by this request. "A-are you sure?" He couldn't help the voice crack he had.
"Yes. Now kiss me you charismatic Newsboy." Katherine pulled Jack closer and kissed him hard on his lips.
Jack quickly recovered from his initial shock and soon became his handsome, heroically, charismatic son of a Bitch! ((Watch what Happens was on my Pandora as I wrote this. I couldn't help it.))
Heat and passion roared through them as they continued to kiss feverishly. Jack slightly moved his hands lower to match Katherine's hips.
Katherine moved her delicate hands to his black hair and she tangled them deep within the messy mop.
Soon the need for air became too hard to ignore. The young couple broke apart panting heavily. Katherine started to paw at the paint stained tank top getting really annoyed with the fabric, yet at the same time Jack was moving his calloused hands to the hem of her blouse and started to play with it before his hands slipped under running along the soft smooth skin of Katherine's lower back, stomach, and waist.
As Jack's hands slipped under her blouse, something seemed to snap inside of Katherine. Almost instantaneously, Katherine dropped her head and started to kiss down Jack's neck. She neared the collar of the tank top and he moaned slightly, Katherine took this as a good sign and bit down on the exact same spot she had just kissed.
A loud groan escaped Jack's lips as she bit down.
He withdrew his hands from under her blouse and started on the buttons of the blouse instead. Soon the blouse was on the floor which then was followed by Jack's tank top and Katherine's skirts.
Katherine had seen Jack shirtless before, but each time she took in a new detail. Tonight, she noticed the white marks reaching around his shoulders and ribs from his back.
"What happened?"
"What da ya mean?" Jack tried to go in for another kiss, but Katherine stopped him.
"The white scars on your shoulders and ribs. What caused them?"
"Those? They're old, don't worry about it." Jack attempted to kiss her again, but he was rejected a second time.
"Jack, if we're going to do this, you can't keep secrets anymore. I want to help you carry whatever burden you are carrying alone. So please..."
Jack's will power melted under the gaze that Katherine gave him. It was filled with so much love and need and firmilarity it felt as if the clock turned back to the very first time they had a serious talk together on the roof top. The clock turned back to the very first time they kissed, to the very first time Jack realised that even if he was broken someone could love him.
Jack closed his eyes and inhaled, "The refuge." Those two words came out of Jack's mouth quietly.
Katherine's eyes grew in size. "Snyder did this to you?" She ran one hand along the scars lightly.
Jack dropped his head, refusing to look up at her. Those memories were locked away in a small part of his brain, and Jack was not ready to open them it yet.
"Jack..." Katherine placed her hands on each side of his face and brought his eyes to face her. "You don't have to tell me how, but just remember I'm always here if you need someone to listen." A genuine smile grew on Jack's face as he heard those words, and he chuckled. "What?" Katherine thought she had said something wrong and he was laughing at her for it.
"This is the reason why I love you. When I feel down, you know how to pick me up and make me strong again. If I need someone to talk to I know you won't betray me. Kathy, I'm so glad I flirted with you two years ago." Katherine tightened her legs around Jack's waist.
"And I'm glad that I took a chance on you boys and continued to write in the face of doubt. Now," an annoyed look came on her face. "can we cut the blabber and get down to business? Or are you going to keep teasing me?"
Jack scoffed, "I ain't teasing youse. I'm just making sure you know what you mean to me." His hands started to roam o her bottom.
"Sure," Katherine's voice dripped with sarcasm. "You can tell me how much I mean to you after."
Jack knew what she meant, and it was killing him trying not to rip her skirts off her right then and there. Roughly, he reclaimed her lips and pressed her harder against the wall and entangled his hand into her chocolate curls.
Katherine enter locked her fingers behind Jack's neck, bringing him closer, as Jack placed an arm above her head to brace himself against the wall.
There soon was the firmilar need for air, but Katherine ignored it, opting to unbuckle Jack's pants instead. She caught his lower lip between her teeth, eliciting a moan from her partner. The noise was music to her ears. The guard she was forced to put up around her heart slowly loosened, an almost carnal desire drove away the hurt she had felt in those years where she was forced to be the perfect Pulitzer daughter. Katherine was tired of being a pawn, she needed to take control for once.
Jack drew back from the kiss gasping for sweet air before pulling Katherine, somehow, closer winding his hands deeper into her curls and tugging lightly. He found purchase on her neck again and sunk his teeth into the flesh there. Katherine moaned in pleasure and ground her hips into his.
Then a knock came onto the closet door. Jack made a deep growl in the back of his throat, and angled himself to be covering Katherine and much as be could, just hoping whomever was at the door would just go away. A small sigh and the patter of someone walking away was heard. Jack glared at the door making sure that no one would knock again.
Katherine laughed at her man's antics, the laugh quickly turned into a groan as Jack bit down on her neck again pulling her panties down at an achingly slow speed.
"Are you trying to kill me?" Katherine's voice held a tone of humour, but Jack took it as a challenge.
"You want me to theoretically kill you Ms. Pulitzer?"
"Wow, did you learn that from me?"
"Maybe."
"Do you know what it means?"
"Yes, it means this." Jack unlatched Katherine's legs from around him and started to pull his unbuttoned pants and boxers down.
Katherine's breath was almost taken away by the nude man in front of her. "Jack Kelly, the good lord has blessed you." Jack took Katherine into his arms. Jack started to chuckle. "What?" The chuckle turned into a low laugh. "I thought I was being romantic."
"Youse were Ace. It's just... I can feel the affect I have on you." Jack smirked and brought a hand down to her dripping womanhood ((oh god that was awkward to write...)). Katherine's eyes grew and her cheeks turned bright pink. As an experiment, Jack traced a finger along her lightly; Katherine jumped at the action, but went along with it.
A smirk broke onto her face, "So Cowboy, what would you have me do?" Katherine was now backed up against the wall again and Jack towered over her and his arm still braced himself against the wall.
"Take me inside you." He said barely above a whisper, but Katherine heard it.
"Okay, I guess that's how it's going to work." She passionately kissed him and brought his face closer with both of her hands. His hand flew from her lower regions to her waist and pulled her flush against him; pressing their mouths together eve harder.
Heat and tension roared between them like a wildfire. Jack could barely hold himself back; his stomach tingled and his whole body felt hot as Katherine raked her finger nails down his scared back. He didn't have a second to complain or comment before she was backing him up against the opposite wall and trying to unclamp her bra by herself. Something blazed in her eyes, a want, a need for him. It almost sent Jack over the edge. Katherine's lips started to travel down his jaw, to his neck, and across his abs. She left fairly dark marks on his neck, stomach and the sharp incline of his hips, until she found the bundle of nerves that made his head spin.
Never had any women taken control of a situation like Katherine did in this moment, and Jack was completely okay with this.
Jack grasped at anything to keep himself upright as Katherine worked her magic on him. It felt like too much, in a delicious way. He pulled Katherine up and tasted himself as he slipped between her teeth. Jack spun her around so she was pressed against the wall and braced himself against the wall again.
They broke for air and made eye contact with each other. He cocked his head at her, a silent question asking for permission, but it passed quickly as she shakily nodded her head 'yes'.
He slipped between her legs, a collective intake of breath shared. Katherine wrapped her spindly legs around his waist and moaned as he rocked back and forth, head falling back against the wallpapered wall of the storage closet. He laid butterfly kisses down her neck and mummbled soft, 'I'm sorry's in between.
Jack knew he was close, but when Katherine tightened around him, he completely lost it. He realised and panted into her neck. Katherine leaned heavily against the wall and rotated her neck so that Jack could have more room. She slowly came down from her feeling of ecstasy, her breaths slowly becoming less laboured, and she ran her hands through his rough hair.
Katherine felt his smile against her neck, he pulled up and started into her doe brown eyes. "Have I mentioned today, how lucky I am, to be in love with you?"
"Yeah, you mentioned it before." She unwound her legs from around him and started to pick up her clothing. Slowly getting dressed. The soreness slowly started coming to her muscles in waves.
"So... What do we do now?" Jack said as he got dressed.
"I don't know. I've never done this before. You have though, what did you usually do?" Katherine lulled her hair from out of her shirt and tried to get it under control.
"I ran... That's what I used to do before I met you. Now, I don't know what to do... I still have to finish the back drop, but I would rather do that tomorrow and pay attention to you tonight."
"You know... I think I'd like that." Katherine took Jack's hand in her own as they walked out of the supply closet. And down to the stage door where Medda waited.
"There you are! I've bee lookin' all over for you! Jack, you can finish the back drop tomorrow, i don't need it until the Monday showing now. That act that needs it's train got stuck somewhere in Michigan, so you've got the night off. You might want to spend it with someone special." Medda threw a wink to Jack as they walked out of the door and into the alley.
At the realisation of the underlying meaning Miss Medda was saying, both young adults cheeks turned scarlet and the middle aged singer laughed at the sight of Jack Kelly and Katherine Plumber being frazzled.

A/N: Alrighty! It's done at 3:23 am. Okay, So I was dared by jackrinefluff to finish this story so they would update one story of my choice. The story I choose for them to update is "Camping Can Be Fun". I hope to see a new chapter up within a day! Also! Thank you so much to JustJen13, @Kalettamojetta, Anna629, and jackrinefluff for helping with this story! It was my first ever Character/Character story and I hope that I didn't make anyone OOC, and that I did these characters justice. Also, this is my first lemon/smut story... Um... Yeah. I don't feel very bad about writing this... I won 'cards against humanity' playing against seniors in high school at a band camp yesterday night, so... I guess I'm a terrible person... *sigh* high school is going to be hard for me... Ooh! And also, I start school in a week. NOOOOOO!!!! So I won't have a lot of time to write. I'm literally writing this while hyped up on sugar and jolly ranchers, so this is going to be very hard for me to juggle all the things I love next year, but I believe that I can make this work. Well on that note, KEEP READING LOVIES!