Anxious cello

It was always rare whenever yours and Jacks' schedules aligned. With him always working night shifts and your work schedule never being the same as the last, it was difficult to plan shared time together. This morning was a rare occurrence where you would be waiting for Jack when he came home from his shift. Adorned in your favorite sleep shorts and an oversized tee you not-so-secretly stole from Jacks closet, you fought to keep your eyes open as you listened for the familiar unlocking of the front door that meant Jack was home.

Evidently you didn't fight hard enough to stay awake because you were awoken for the second time this morning, but it wasn't by the alarms you had set the night before. You slowly opened your eyes, the feeling of two arms snaking around your waist gently interrupting your slumber as you heard a soft voice from behind you.

"Go back to sleep, I know you were up early this morning." Jack states as he pulls your body closer to his, burying his face in your hair.

You attempt to wipe the sleep from your eyes before placing your hands on his forearms that help you against him.

"I wasn't up early-" You tried to protest before Jack interrupted you.

"Sweetheart, I came home and you were sleeping through two alarms labelled 'Grandpas shift ends'. I told you that you don't have to wait up for me to get home, you need just as much rest as I do."

Before you can mentally beat yourself up too much for being caught, Jack speaks again.

"And I really hope my name in your phone isn't 'Grandpa'.

You let out a small laugh before rolling over in his arms to face him. Your hand reaches up to cup one side of his face, rubbing your thumb gently across his cheek.

"No, you're actually saved as 'Silver fox', thought it would be more fitting."

Jack lets out a half laugh at your response before letting his face get closer to yours and connecting his lips with yours. You sigh into the kiss before pulling away far enough to speak.

"And what's wrong with 'Grandpa'?" you ask with a small smirk.

His eyes are closed now, sleep not too far behind him.

"Reminds me that I'm an old man." He grumbles as his body starts to relax into his position next to yours.

You start peppering small kisses across his face, loving the small smile that threatens to show on his face as you do.

"Yeah," You place another kiss on his cheek, "but you're my old man." You state as you place a quick kiss on his lips, causing his smile to finally break.

He closes what little distance there is between the two of you and buries his face in your neck and sighs- as if he's been waiting for this moment all day.

"Well how about you make your old man happy and go back to sleep with him, huh?" He whispers against your skin, his lips tickling slightly.

Your hands reach up to tangle themselves in his salt and pepper hair, eliciting a hum from him.

"Yeah, I think I can manage that, gramps." Your response earns you a playful pinch on your side from the man wrapped around you before he drifts to sleep.

You lie with him for a while as he quietly snores, watching his relaxed state next to you. You loved seeing him like this, knowing that it was a side of him that only you had the privilege of seeing. You carefully lifted the arm that was draped over your frame and slowly climbed out of the bed, trying not to disturb him. You silently made your way to the kitchen, wanting to give Jack some time to himself to sleep and not worry about being tangled up with you. The smell of the breakfast you had cooked and eaten still hung in the air when you heard the rustling of blankets against sheets coming from your shared bedroom. When you found yourself leaning in the doorframe of the bedroom, you saw a now half awake Jack, eyes still closed, moving his hand as if he had lost something.

"What're you looking for?" you ask as you begin to make your way back towards the bed.

He peeks open one eye to meet yours.

"You."

The blanket shifts as he does; his shirtless frame now peeking from under it, showing off his freckles and faded scars. You couldn't help but admire them as you sat next to his still lying figure in the bed. He reaches out and lays his rough hand on your thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze before he speaks again.

"Where'd you run off to, hm?" he asks as he begins to trace patterns on your thigh, making your head go a little fuzzy.

"Just to the kitchen to eat. Wanted to give you some time to yourself while you slept so you could fully relax and-" Your response is cut short by Jack interrupting.

"Why would I want that?" He interjects, his eyebrows furrowed as if the suggestion of you being away from him was an outlandish idea.

He moves the hand resting on your thigh to lightly pull on the sleeve of your shirt, attempting to pull you down to him.

"C'mere. You're too far away."

You lie next to him, but he still manages to pull you even closer to him. he brings one hand to your face, holding you in place as the other wraps around your waist and threatening to slide under your shirt.

"I spend my whole shift thinking about getting back home to you so I can do exactly this, and you think I wanna have time to myself?"

His face being so close to yours and the feeling of his fingers dipping under the hem of your shirt makes it hard for you to focus, but you hear him nonetheless.

"I missed you" He whispers against your lips before giving you a sweet kiss.

You smile into the kiss, not being able to help the giddy feeling you have whenever Jack is like this.

The hand on your waist travelled to your thigh before he gently draped it on top of his own, giving him new access to you as he deepens the kiss. He only pulls away slightly to catch his breath and mumble a hushed 'missed you so much' before strengthening his grip on you and changing position. In one fluid motion he's above you, his weight on you as he has you pinned against the mattress as he dipped his head to catch your lips in another kiss. You gasp into the kiss as you feel his hardening bulge through the thin material of his boxers. Jack uses this as an opportunity to invade your mouth with his tongue, groaning as he does. You reach up and place your hands in his hair, gently tugging whenever he ruts against your clothed core.

He's propped himself up on his elbow as his other hand that was gripping your thigh is slowly dragging up to the waistband of your shorts. He pulls away from your lips, a thin string of saliva connecting you two as he hooks his fingers in the band of your shorts.

"You gonna be good for me, sweetheart?" He asks and it sends a shiver down your spine.

All you did was nod yes as you looked up at him through your lashes.

His fingers are still lightly tugging at your bottoms when he shakes his head.

"C'mon baby, you're a big girl, use your words. I asked if you're gonna be good for me." He repeats

You squirm under his intense gaze, already feeling heat rising to your cheeks.

"I'm gonna be a good girl for you."

"There she is, now lift your hips for me, baby."

You wordlessly raise your hips for him as he lifts from his propped up position and drags your shorts and panties down your legs. He leans down trailing kisses and nips down your body, starting at your neck and going down your thighs. He raises again and gazes down at you as you squeeze your thighs together, the sudden eye contact and attention making shyness creep all over your body. He gently spreads your legs and kneels down between them, leaving kisses the further he sinks down.

"You gonna let me take care of you, baby?" He asks as he peers up at you from between your thighs.

You whisper a small 'yes', resisting the urge to buck your hips to meet him halfway.

His hands wrap around your hips, his fingers dig into your soft flesh as he breathes against your core.

"God, you're already so wet for me. You get this excited just from me kissing you, pretty girl?" He taunts you.

You open your mouth to retaliate, but the only thing that leaves you is a moan as he drags his tongue over your clit. His grip on your hips tightening as he listens to the sounds that leave you while he devours you. He swirls his tongue over your clit before dipping lower and teasing your entrance, all while rutting into the mattress and chasing a friction of his own- getting off just by pleasuring you. He groaned against you, the vibrations making you whimper as you pull at his hair and push his face deeper.

Between Jacks tongue and the bruises he's surely leaving with the iron grip he has on your hips, you start to feel a tightening in your core. Your hand travels down to find his, and he intertwines his fingers with yours on instinct. He can tell your close and feverishly quickens his pace, desperate to help you release.

"You gonna cum just from my tongue, baby?" He asks, barely letting you register he spoke before dipping his head again and lapping at you like he's starved.

His taunts and unrelenting tongue push you over the edge and you let out a choked sob as you feel your release wash over you, Jack never hesitating or stopping until you come down.

He crawls up your body, leaving random kisses on your body as he moves. When he reaches your face he captures your lips immediately and you taste yourself on him.

"You did so good for me, sweetheart. Knew you were gonna be a good girl for me. Y'always are." He says breathlessly through kisses, his words slurring together.

Your head was still spinning when one of your hands travelled down to faintly tug at the waistband of his boxers. You were desperate to feel more of him. The fabric of his boxers sticking to your still wet pussy as he began to roll his hips against you, earning a groan from both of you.

"Feel that, baby? s'all because of you, this is what you do to me- fuck." Jack is mumbling as he chases the contact between you two.

All you had to do was say his name barely above a whisper, for him to lean up enough to practically tear his boxers down his legs and let his erection spring free. He let out a shaky sigh as he lined himself up with your entrance before slowly sinking into you. He immediately let out a groan accompanied by a string of mumbled 'fuck's as he let you adjust to his size. He finally started rolling his hips into you once he felt you start bucking your hips up, trying to create friction between you. Your hands found your way to his back, moaning as you felt the muscles flex as he pumped himself in and out of you repeatedly. You felt as though you were seeing stars when Jack grabbed your leg and swiftly brought it to hook onto his hip, hitting you even deeper than he was before. You could already feel that familiar burn forming in your core again as you dug your nails into Jacks back and leaving marks for him to admire the next day.

"You're so fuckin' tight, fuck, baby. You gonna cum again for me?" He says, barely catching his breath as he feels his own release sneaking up on him.

He leans down as he's still drilling into you and whispers against your ear.

"Want you to cum all over me, angel. Want you to make a fucking mess for me."

His words send you over the edge, moans fleeing from you rapidly while Jack continues thrusting into you as he reaches his own high. He fills you up completely and his hips finally come to a slow halt before pulling out and taking his place beside you. Before getting too comfortable he reaches on the floor, grabbing a spare towel from his shower earlier to gently clean you. He throws the towel in his hamper before pulling you against him, skin sticky and warm as he wraps his arms around you. Jack plays with your hair as he holds you and listens to your breathing becoming calmer, smoothing out any hairs that became misplaced during your morning activities together. He places a kiss to your temple before speaking.

"Not bad for an old man, right?"

You scoff at his comment before burying your face in the crook of his neck.

You didn't think there was really that big of a difference in dating older men until Jack was in your life. Where men your age lacked, Jack excelled with flying colors. He made sure you were taken care of, always reassured you, and made a genuine effort even when it was difficult with both of your hectic schedules. Past boyfriends had made loving you seem like a chore while Jack made it look as easy as breathing. Jack was almost perfect. Almost.

It had been months now and he refused to make a move. Your friends blamed it on numerous things.

"It's just old fashioned chivalry."

"It's just how his generation is."

"Older men like to take it slow."

No matter how many times they tried to extinguish your worries, there was always still that little voice in your brain that made you believe it was your fault the relationship hadn't moved to the next step. You were so scared that you were being immature about what you wanted. Jack works so hard and has so much on his plate, he doesn't need some young girl adding unnecessary stress to his life just because she wants him all over her. You were terrified to talk to him about it. Every time a kiss became breathless or a touch lingered between you two, he pulled back. Hesitated. And each time any protests or begging died in your throat; scared that if you brought it up he would just see you as childish and end things right then and there. So instead, you tried dropping hints.

Nothing too bold; just something that would catch his attention. Hands that travelled a little when kissing, wearing that one low cut top on your dates together, pressing against him just a little more when cuddling on the couch: nothing major. But nothing seemed to make him crack, and you were starting to lose hope. Sometimes you could swear you saw his jaw clenched, or feel his muscles tense when your touch would linger, but he would never act on your efforts.

Tonight you were spending the night by yourself while Jack worked the night shift. Luckily for you it was a slow night at the ER, meaning you and Jack got to text each other through the night. The longer the night went on the more tired you got, fighting to stay awake as you responded to Jacks messages.

'It's getting late, sweetheart, you should go to bed soon. Don't want you staying up just to talk to me.'

You smiled as you read the text from your boyfriend. He was always so doting towards you. Always making sure you were being taken care of even when he wasn't with you.

'i like stayin up and talking to u thoooooo :('

You sent your reply before looking at the time. Seeing that it was almost midnight, you forced your body up and towards your closet to grab your pajamas for the night. When you settled back into your bed you grabbed your phone again to see Jack had already responded.

'I wanna keep talking to you, too. Just don't want my pretty girl feeling bad tomorrow on her day off.'

Jacks message made your heart do flips. He would never admit it but Jack was such a flirt. Always saying little compliments and pet names like it was natural to do, and always sporting a ridiculous grin whenever he watched your face heat up because of it.

'fineeeee i guess ill get some sleep. ur lucky ur so cute'

not even a minute passes before Jack sends his response.

'Good girl.'

Your heart jumps to your throat and you freeze. Those two words alone had you pressing your thighs together and wishing he was with you. You chewed the inside of your lip before getting an idea. You took off your pajama pants, leaving you in only a baby tee and panties. You strategically pulled your comforter down to where your bare thighs were visible, poked out your chest slightly, and let your back arch. You held the pose as you lifted your phone above you and snapped a few pictures before attaching them to your message.

'wish you were here with me tho, handsome.'

Was it original? No. Was it cliche? Absolutely. But you were hoping that this would be the final hint that he would see loud and clear. You stirred in bed for a moment before finally hitting send and throwing your phone across the bed. Jack had been responding consistently all night, so when you didn't hear that familiar buzz from your phone you immediately began to worry. A few more minutes pass and still nothing. When you finally grab your phone, you feel a pit in your stomach.

Seen

He had seen the message just a few seconds after you sent it, and still no response. As time continued to pass, you tried rationalizing with yourself. Maybe a ton of new patients came in at once. Maybe a freak accident happened and they needed all hands on deck. But, as minutes turned into hours the pit in your stomach grew larger and your heart sank. You felt so embarrassed- so stupid. You had went out on a limb and had felt utterly rejected. Was he laughing at you? Was he annoyed that you bothered him like this while he was at work? You felt yourself spiraling before you couldn't help yourself and typed up a new message to send him.

'im sorry if i did something wrong or if i messed up. i've been trying to send you signals for weeks now and i know ur smart enough to have noticed them. idk what i did to make you not want me. i'm starting to think i've just read us wrong and you don't feel the same or just don't want to be with me on that kind of level. i shouldn't have done that. just forget i ever sent it. goodnight jack'

Before you could stop yourself you hit send and rolled away from your phone. You felt so defeated and helpless. You tried to avoid coming off as childish, wanting to be mature enough for him and not too needy or out of line; and all of that restraint left you as you hit send. You went to bed with tears brimming your eyes, knowing that in the morning the only relationship you've felt whole in could come crumbling down around you.

You woke to a rapid banging on your apartment door. Not awake enough to remember the events of just a few hours ago, you stumble to your door without checking your phone. Before you open the door, you rub your eyes and glance through the peep hole of your door, stomach dropping as soon as you saw the person behind the knocking. it was Jack. You try to slowly open the door, not wanting the end of your relationship to come any sooner but Jack has other plans. As soon as he sees the door start to open, he's pushing his way inside with his hands already on you and the door slamming behind him.

"Jack-" You can barely get his name out before his lips are crashing on yours.

Your eyes are still open as he holds you against him. He's still in his scrubs. Did he come here straight from work? He finally takes his lips off of yours and rests his forehead on yours, practically panting.

"All I want is you." He announces.

All you can do is blink up at him, still attempting to wake up and wrap your head around what's happening.

"What?"

"You didn't do anything wrong. Youve never messed anything up ever. It's me that was messing up." He states as his hands travel from your waist to both sides of your face, holding you in place- as if he was scared you were going to disappear.

His words start making sense as you remember the last message you sent him and you start going into panic mode.

"Jack I'm sorry that was inappropriate to send to you while you were at work of all places. I should've just-" You start rambling any apology that forms, scrambling to fix the situation. Jack brings one hand up to run through your hair before gently shushing you.

"You think I don't want you?" He whispers.

There's a pause between the both of you before you answer.

"I don't want to be some young girl on your arm that acts like she's still in her teens and trying to be all over her boyfriend all the time. You're so mature, Jack. I don't want to move too fast with you and you think I'm just focused on getting in your pants."

He gives you a look that tells you to keep going, so you do.

"I just-", you sigh and close your eyes, as if that will make the moment less vulnerable, "I don't want to be too needy with you."

Jack looks at you for a moment before cracking a small smile and pulling you even closer to him.

"You're feeling needy for me, baby?"

His question makes your face immediately heat up. He smiles as he continues.

"Not want you? Sweetheart, I don't think I've ever wanted anything more in my life. You're worried about being 'mature' enough for me, while I feel like I'm some horned up teenager again. I didn’t wanna be like those guys before me. Felt like I would just be using you if i made the wrong move too early on. Didn’t wanna scare a pretty thing like you off."

His words make your breath catch in your throat and your eyes grow wide. You can feel yourself growing antsy when his hand in your hair moves some strands away from your ear. He leans down now, lips brushing the shell of your ear as he speaks.

"And don't think I missed all of the little 'signals' you've sent me. You don't know how hard it was not fucking you right then and there every time you let your hands roam on my chest or grab my arms. And fuck me, that picture you sent me last night, baby-"

Your hands reach to splay across his chest as he presses his hips against you, a quiet gasp leaving your lips at the new sensation from him.

"Felt like a fucking teenager; Having to practically run to the bathroom to hide the hard-on you gave me."

As he continues speaking, you cant help but dig your nails into his shirt. His words mixed with the friction of his hard member on you had you grabbing onto him like a lifeline. He pulled away enough to look at you through hooded eyes.

"Not want you? Baby, I didn't know what real want felt like until i had you."

With that he crashes his lips onto yours again, and this time you kiss back. He groans against your lips as he leads you up towards your bedroom, already knowing the layout of your place like the back of his hand. You feel your bed hit the back of your knees and let yourself back your way onto the plush comforter. Jack was still standing, now towering over you as you watched his eyes rake over you. As he admired you intently, you became very aware how underdressed you were, still in your tee and panties. Before you could let yourself shrink away from shyness, Jack speaks.

"Cant believe I was neglecting my girl for so long."

You press your thighs together as his words strike you right at your center.

"Especially with her looking so pretty just for me."

You let out a small moan as he gently grabs your ankles, bringing you to the edge of the bed to meet him. You watch as he starts to lower himself to his knees before you fully sit up and stop him.

"Jack, you've been on your feet all day, you're gonna hurt if you get down there." You say with a small pout on your face, eyes cutting to his legs. You know how much discomfort he can start to feel if he's on the go for too long, especially with his prosthetic.

He stops and looks up at you before leaning up and placing a kiss on your cheek.

"Awe, you worrying about your old man now?

He trails his lips down to your neck before speaking again.

"Don't worry, baby, I can handle a little pain."

He's now fully on his knees between your thighs.

"Especially when I got such a great view to keep my mind off of it." He says before placing achingly slow kisses up your thighs; his hands on your hips, thumbs rubbing circles into your soft flesh.

You feel a whimper catch in your throat as you prop yourself up on your elbows and watch his lips reach higher and higher. Jacks lips eventually meet the soft cotton of your panties. He raises slightly, just enough to admire the cloth hugging your hips and trace the lace trim of your underwear.

"You wear this just for me?" He doesn't look at you when he speaks, fingers now circling the little pink bow in the center of your waistband.

You had been waiting for this for so long, you wanted to tease back, toy with him like he was with you.

"M-maybe." Your voice betrays you, confidence fading just as fast as it came.

Jack cuts his eyes up to you, eyebrow cocking as he smiles. He straightens up fully and starts dragging a finger towards the wet spot forming in the center of your panties. You cant help but squirm under his touch as he looks at you expectantly, urging you to speak again.

"Wanted to look good for you." You struggle to get the words out, mind feeling numb as you feel Jack circle your clit through the thin fabric.

Your words dripping in desperation were enough to send Jack over the edge and you moan out when you feel him pull the damp fabric of your panties to the side and dip his head down between your thighs. You close the small bit of space between the mattress and your body as you fall back, moans and whimpers erupting from you. Jack is lapping at you like a starved animal- like this was his first meal in days. He's paying special attention to your clit when you feel two of his fingers start to prod at your entrance, moaning when he feels your thighs threaten to tighten around him. He grabs one of your thighs and slings it over his shoulder when he dives back in to lap at you. Jack slowly pushes two digits into you and you cant help but let your hands fly down to his salt and pepper hair, tangling your fingers in his locks and tugging him impossibly closer to you.

Jack moans and the vibrations hit you like a truck. You feel like you're about to come undone as you buck against his face, chasing the feeling of him devouring you.

"C'mon, baby, can feel you clenching around me. Know you're so close. You're doing so good for me, fuck." Jack is breathlessly rambling against your pussy, starting to pick up the pace of his fingers.

His words echoed in your ears when you finally felt yourself unravelling, Jack not hesitating to lap up your release. Your hands go limp in his hair when you feel him crawl up your body to join you on the bed. He's kissing the exposed skin on your neck wwhen he whispers.

"My beautiful girl."

He said it so softly that it makes you question if he meant for you to hear it. When you start coming to your senses again, you cant help but realize that Jack is criminally overdressed; still adorned in the shirt he wears beneath his work top and his scrub pants. You lazily reach for the hem of his shirt, fingertips dancing over his warm skin. One hand on his shirt while the other rests on the back of his neck. As if he can read your mind, he speaks.

"You want this off, hm?"

All you do is let out a small whine while gently lifting his shirt slightly higher up his torso. He reaches down and grabs your wrist, gently pinning it beside your head.

"As much as I love seeing you be so needy for me to undress, I really wanna hear you ask for it."

His words make you arch your back slightly. God his words alone could make you lose it.

"Jack, I want you to," Your words trail off, becoming shy as you tried to speak.

"You want me to what?" He asks, as if hes chellenging you. You swallow the knot in your throat.

"Want you to take this off, baby." You pause for a moment.

"Please." The word is laced with need and Jack curses; seeing you want him so badly making him weak all over again.

"Anything for my pretty girl." He states before he stands on his knees between your weak legs and reaches down to grab the bottom of his shirt.

He peels off the shirt and you're in awe. You might be biased, but you don't think you've ever met a man as handsome as Jack. He's got freckles all over, a few faded scars randomly littered across him, and toned muscles. You could look at him for hours.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer."

His remark breaks you out of your thoughts and you catch him smirking down at you.

"You're so handsome, Jack." You barely register that you've said your thoughts out loud until you see Jacks cheeks and ears turn pink.

You reach out and put your hand on his torso, his eyes closing as soon as he feels your touch and a sigh escaping his lips. You feel his muscles tensing under your fingertips as you travel down further, feeling his graying happy trail as you get closer to the top of his work pants.

"Is this okay?" You shyly ask, realizing that this is the first time that you've touched him like this.

Jack lets out a dry laugh.

"I'm trying to restrain myself from fucking you into this mattress right now, and you're wondering if its okay to touch me?"

He takes your hand and leads it to the bulge in his pants. You moan as he grinds into your hand, feeling yourself get wet all over again. He props himself up on his elbow, hovering over you while his other hand reaches down to untie and push down his pants and boxers down.

"I'm all yours, baby. I never want you to think that you don't get special access to me, got it?" He says in a definitive tone.

You nod before watching him stand up and kick off his remaining pieces of clothing. He joins you back on the bed, peeling off your now soaked underwear, and then hoisting one of your legs up to latch onto his hip. He pauses for a moment, reaches up with his free hand, and takes your chin; holding you in place. You look up at him, meeting his gaze. You see the side of his mouth twitch, like he's fighting off a shit eating grin.

"Want your eyes on me."

Before you can even think of a response, he's pushing into you, holding eye contact with you as he sinks into you. You grab onto his shoulders, digging your nails into his freckled skin. Pleasure rips throughout your entire being as Jack slowly rocks in and out of you, gradually quickening his pace when your whimpers and whines grow more frequent.

Jack was already a confident man, why wouldn't he be? He was a complete package and he knew it. And now, if he may ever come to question his confidence, he could think back to this moment: you moaning his name, a few 'fuck's and 'holy shit's mixed in, while you clawed at him like your life depended on it. He was the one making you feel this good. He was the one you were begging for in between quiet sobs. It was Jack who you were so desperate for; no one else.

Tears were threatening to fall from your eyes as Jack mercilessly thrusted into you. You were practically dizzy from how he was making you feel, you felt drunk on him as the tightness in your lower abdomen grew. You could tell Jack was close, too. His thrusts were becoming more erratic and sloppy, his groans growing louder the more he went on inside you.

"Jack-" You tried to tell him how close you were between your whines and gasps.

"Jack, I'm- fuck." You tried and failed again, the snapping of his hips distracting you every time you tried to speak.

Jacks hand comes up to cup your face, grounding you.

"I know, baby, I know." Is all he says as he captures your lips in a sloppy kiss, the hand cupping your face now frantically reaching between you two to massage your clit.

This pushes you over the edge, coming undone on him, your wetness coating him. Jacks breathing becomes labored as he watches you squirm under him, quickly finding his own release and finishing inside you. He collapses onto you, slowly pumping into you still as he bottoms out entirely. After a moment, he pulls out of you, smiling to himself as you whimper at the loss of his touch. Jack staggers his way to your bathroom and returns to you with a warm, wet cloth and towel to take care of you. He makes his way over to your closet afterwards, picking out a fresh pair of panties and helping you lazily slide them on.

He gently arranges your body so that your head is resting on your pillows and your body is recovering from your activities under the comforter. Jack slides on his boxers before carefully crawling in bed next to you, whispering a small 'come here' as he pulls you close to him. You sigh as you cling to him, not scared to show how much you want to be all over him. You fought to stay awake, drifting off slightly before forcing yourself back awake.

"It's still early, sweetheart, you should go back to sleep." Jack whispers against your hair.

You hum and you press yourself further into his chest, him tightening his arms around you as you do so; as if on instinct.

"Y'gonna be here when I wake up?" You ask, sleep already threatening to take over.

You feel Jacks chest vibrate as he chuckles.