Rae

Pope had just gotten back from a job this morning, a little banged up but nothing more than usual. He took you on one of the nicest dates you've ever been on. Everything had been perfect, the restaurant, the food, the necklace he gifted to you (which you didn't even bother asking where he got it from).

He holds your hand tight as he guides you up the few steps to your front door. When he pulls away to say goodbye you don't let him, squeezing his hand and pulling him to your chest as you lean back on the door.

"What?" Pope asks, looking a little startled at your quickness.

You yank him against you, slamming your lips to his for a heated, passionate kiss but he doesn't get there right away. You deepen it yourself, licking his bottom lip before sinking your teeth into it. He shudders and leans into you, his hands hovering tentatively over your waist.

He's nervous and unsure but he can't deny he enjoys the way you feel on him. He likes the way you smell and how gentle your eyes are on him - he's not used to that.

"Touch me." You plead, pulling him impossibly closer as you writhe into him. He's still so rigid and stiff in your hold.

"We're outside." He mutters, looking at you with that beautiful, plain face of his.

You huff, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt before spinning around to swing the door open. You drag him inside with you, pushing him against the door once it's closed. You practically pounce on him. He's still hesitant. You're throwing yourself at him and he just - stands there, letting it happen.

It pisses you off.

You let out an exasperated sigh, slamming your hands into his chest with a frustrated grunt. "What the hell is your problem, Pope?" You raise your voice, finally feeling worked up enough to say something.

"I-I don't have a problem." He stutters, grabbing your wrists to hold them between you two. "Please, don't do that again." He's quieter but you feel the request in his grip.

"Why don't you want to fuck me?" You ask, still animated but you change your tone when you see him flinch. You cover your mouth with your fingers for a second before trying a softer approach. "I-If sex isn't - you know - your thing, that's fine. Just tell me, please. So, I don't have to worry or wonder."

Pope steps closer to you now, a single hand reaching to encapsulate yours.

"It's not that I don't want to … I don't always know the best time for things." He's quiet, curt and honest.

"You've just been waiting for the right time?" You ask, incredulously. "It's not the right time when I change in front of you before we go swimming?"

"I assume you actually want to swim." He shrugs innocently, which is not a fitting expression for a man so gruff and criminal.

"Or the time I tried to go down on you at Daren's after hours?"

"It's dirty there." He cringes.

His answers make you giggle, your heart warming in your chest at how genuine he is. You rub your thumb over his palm affectionately. "I'm sorry I flipped out on you."

"It's okay." He nods firmly, squeezing your hand back.

"So, - Sex is your thing?" You ask sheepishly. "You don't just think I'm unattractive or something?"

Pope nods down to his pants where his length strains against the dark denim. "You are very attractive." He assures you.

You stifle a giggle at his gesture, taking both of his hands in yours and brushing your nose against his. "Does now feel like a good time?" You whisper, looking down to his lips with want. Pope nods his head 'yes' slowly, looking at your lips too.

You nod back as if to make sure, watching his puppy dog eyes as well as his lips. He nods again as your faces inch closer, noses brushing, eye lashes fluttering and hearts pounding. Both of you are still a tad stiff as your lips meet, it's slow to start but you feel each other out. You guide his hands to your sides before caressing his face to keep him close.

You hum happily as your lips meld together and you find a good rhythm. His hand don't move from their tight grip on your sides as you slowly step back. You make it all the way to the couch, trying to pull him on top of you but he doesn't go. Instead, you both sit down facing each other, your lips staying connected the whole time.

You try not to rush it but if you let Pope lead you worry you'll never get there. You dance your fingers down his neck, inside the tight collar of his shirt. You tempt him with your tongue again and this time he lets you in. You take this as your sign to go further, working open the buttons on his shirt.

A little moan escapes you when his tongue returns the gesture, warmth flooding your belly. He gets more stern with his kiss, encouraging you to shove his shirt off his shoulders so he's bare for you. Your hands drag down his chest, his large pecks filling your grasp happily.

His fingers slowly slide down your sides and then back up, the fabric bunching up as his palms engulf your skin. The both of you let out a whiny sound because of the impact, your body sliding closer to chase more. He's slow and methodical, kissing you deeply, enough to make you warm and needy.

You run your hand down his muscular belly, passing his belt to take a hold of the large bulge in his pants. Pope gasps and jolts, pressing his forehead to yours as he slides you closer with his hands on you.

"Can I?" He asks, distracting you from where your hand is to pull your blouse over your head and off.

"You don't have to ask, Andy." You whisper, lifting your arms up for him. He blushes, looking away from your face as he folds and sets your blouse aside. You bite your lip as you watch him, feeling so endeared.

When he's finished you lean back in for his mouth, guiding his hands to touch your breasts as you fumble with his belt and zipper. Pope is as stiff as ever, watching your nimble hands with tight lips and flushed cheeks. You pull his belt out of the loops, his jeans open wide as you start to tug them off his hips.

"I got it - Take your bra off." Pope interjects curtly, his chest heaving while he stands. You nod enthusiastically, smiling with your teeth because you love that he's speaking up. You reach around and unclasp your bra, throwing it at his head once its off.

You bite your lip and cover your chest, watching Pope pull your bra off his face, a tiny smirk gracing his face, you make sure to memorize it. He stands in just his boxers before you, the shadow on his leg looking much more intimidating with one less layer over it. You gulp.

Pope walks towards you, grabbing your arms to uncover you and make you stand with him. He leans in to kiss you, his need seeping into your mouth as you raise up on your toes to get closer. You shuffle your arms out of his hold, returning the kiss with all you have as you force his palms over your bare breasts.

Your heart pounds with excitement from his body heat, his touch. He slowly palms your breasts, groaning into your mouth at the feeling. Your entire body feels red hot, goosebumps all over your skin as he drags his rough hands over your taught nipples.

"Please." You whisper, practically panting after pulling back from the kiss to beg.

"What, doll?" Pope asks earnestly, his eyes heavy on your face, searching for your words before you even say them.

"Take me, Andy. Make me yours." You're quiet and sultry, pressing your tits into his hands and ghosting your lips over his.

"A-Are you sure?" He hesitates, unsure of his self control once he starts with you.

You've become incredibly impatient and needy, solidified by the whine that leaves your mouth. "Andreeewww." You coo, snatching his wrist and pushing his hand under your skirt, the fabric rides up over his arm as you press his flat fingers to your bare cunt.

He gasps on contact, your hot, slick cunt taking is breath away. He lays his forehead to yours, his eyes pinched shut as you hold his hand to you. "Fuck!" He hisses, his voice so rough, not like anything you've heard from him before. "Where are your panties?" Pope grunts out, pressing his fingers harder against you, enough that you feel you can let go of his hand and touch his face.

"I didn't wear any - been waiting for you to take me all night long, Andy." You speak to him softly, your voice raspy from the deep breaths you keep having to take. You caress Pope's cheeks, rubbing your nose back and forth on his as you try to resist the urge to buck your hips. He whines again, the sound giving you full body chills and this time you can't stop the way your hips rut towards him. The movement spreads your arousal over his fingers and he snaps from the sweet sensation.

He slams his mouth to yours, a free hand clamping down on your neck to make sure you can't pull away from his kiss. In the same moment he slides his middle finger into your eager, wet entrance. You're so slick he sinks all the way to his last knuckle in one movement. You cry out into his mouth, trying to pull back to breathe but Pope forces his mouth back on yours, swallowing every sound.

His finger dances around inside you, like he's exploring. He touches you at every depth and angle he can find, paying attention to how you react and making note of what's good and what's great. You cling to him for dear life, your hips feeling weak from the pressure built up there.

"Good? It's good?" He pants, pulling back just enough to see your eyes as he starts fucking a second finger inside you. All the sudden his hunger and want are on the outside of him, instead of hidden somewhere you couldn't reach. He's feral looking, like he's on the brink of snapping again and lord knows what'll happen then.

"Yeah, yeah." You nod frantically, pawing at his hips for balance.

"Yeah?" He asks, smiling at you like he's proud of himself. You love it. So, you nod again with enthusiasm, leaning in for more kisses as you turn him and shove him back onto the couch.

You're in his lap in an instant, guiding his hand back under your skirt to resume his work. As you straddle his lap you comb your fingers through his hair, kissing his forehead and cheeks while riding his fingers. His free hand gropes your ass and forces you to bounce at a quick, messy pace on him.

You grab a small handful of hair from the back of Pope's head, guiding his face down to your free hanging breasts. At first he just lays his face against one, rubbing his mouth and nose across you as he transitions to the other side. He practically mauls your tits while forcing you down on his fingers and you've never been wetter, never been more turned on.

Eventually, you coax Pope into latching his mouth around one of your nipples. He sucks gently, making you arch deeper into his touch. He laps you up with a wet tongue, you can see his spit glistening in the dim light. You start to lose your sanity when he blow on your sensitive bud, the sharp cooling sensation making you jump in his hold.

"A-Andrew, touch my clit too - you'll make me come." You tell him, sounding desperate but his eyes light up. He uses his free hand to rip your skirt up over your head, you help him to speed it up. Once you're fully naked he guides your other tit to his mouth as he starts circling your bundle of nerves.

It takes a couple of swirls for him to find the spot but once he does he touches you expertly. It took all of five minutes for him to discover your sweet spots, it's like he had a cheat sheet somewhere in his brain for your body.

"Please, come for me, doll. I wanna watch so bad." Pope whispers, begging you like it's a secret. All of the stimulation from him has your climax building deep in your core. Your hips buck into Pope's fingers and it doesn't faze him at all, he continues to pound into you unwavering. He kisses you so deeply you realize instantly that it's never been like that before. "Are you close?" He asks when you tense up in his hold.

"H-Harder, Andy, please." You beg, guiding his mouth back to one of your tits. He listens to your request, keeping a steady pattern on your clit while pounding his fingers into you with more force. His big doe eyes stare at your face so intently, waiting for you to crest.

You can barely get the words out when you try to tell him you're coming, he catches on regardless. Pope kisses you through it, not changing a thing about his movements until you're squirming and shoving his hands away. He doesn't give in at first, making you squeal before you truly get free.

He grabs you by the waist, spinning your bodies until you're laying on your back, long ways on the couch and he's hovering between your legs. He slowly grinds himself against you, hesitating to go further.

"Your boxers are still on." You whisper, tugging at the elastic.

"I know." Pope grunts, grinding himself harder when you wrap your legs around him. "Do you have a condom?"

"Don't need one." You rush out, yanking hard on his boxers to expose him. Immediately you wrap a firm hand around him, pumping slow but tight. Pope huffs out a few heavy breaths, his elbows and knees quivering from your touch.

"Y-You sure?" He stutters.

"Pope, I swear if you don't just fuck me - I'm gonna go crazy." You're stern but you might as well be begging. You just want to have sex with your boyfriend after a romantic date, is that so crazy?

He stares at your face for a few seconds, you can see the hunger returning to his exterior. In a singular moment - he snaps. He grabs your knees and pushes them up to get a better angle, spitting directly on your pussy before swirling his tip around in it to tease you.

The warm sensation make you whimper, your hands in fists by your head as your arch for him. Curse words fall from your lips, mixing with other whiny sounds. They turn loud and guttural when he slams into you, taking up a quick, harsh pace as soon as he feels you.

Pope can't help himself, you suck him in so tight - it makes him lose control. He leans down, pressing your shins to his chest, folding you up to reach your lips while still pounding into you. The angle is painful at first, not used to anyone reaching that deep inside of you. But you adjust quickly, soaking up the way his mouth feels on yours.

"Jesus christ, doll. Your cunt is- it's… fuck, perfect." Pope grunts out, his voice gravelly and rough as he slams himself into you over and over. He's knocked the wind out of you with the force, you gasp for air, looking up at his with glossy eyes and parted lips. "Look at you, begged for my cock just to go dumb as soon as you get it." He teases, nudging your nose and giving your thighs a good squeeze.

You gulp, trying to wet your throat and tongue. "M'fine!" You gasp out, digging your nails into his biceps for leverage. You're determined to stay aware and keep your eyes open, focused on his.

Pope chuckles a little, kissing your red hot cheeks before straightening his spine. He looks down at you with a menacing gaze, fingers burning into the skin of your thighs as he uses his leverage to rock your body into him.

"So, so pretty like this." He mumbles, "Gonna have you like this every night," His voice gives you chills, you blush all the way down your chest, smilling up at him as your brain slowly starts to fog over. You fight it off, blinking and biting your lip until it stings.

"You coulda had me like this all along, Andy - didn't have to wait so long." You whine, reaching up to caress his chest and stomach, your words being forced out of you because of his pace. He hasn't let up and ounce and you're starting to wander if you can keep taking it.

He growls, forcing your knees down and pulling out of you in a fast motion. His large hands clamp down on your sides, flipping you over onto your stomach before settling his knees on either side of yours.

You let out a few whimpery sounds as he man handles you, forcing a deep arch in your lower spine before sinking back into you. He's even deeper than before and it makes you scream. You hear Pope chuckle again, clearly satisfied with himself. His chest comes down over your back, his arm slipping under your chin until he's got you in a headlock.

"You were worth the wait, doll." He grunts, kissing your temple at the same time he tightens his bicep around your throat. "Now be quiet and take me, gonna make you mine, huh?" He taunts and you nod with enthusiasm, whispering 'yes' a few times over. "Yeah? Want me to fill you up?"

"Yes, yes, yes Andy, please,"

"The first time you ever get my cock and you already want it?" He continues his taunting, his voice makes you mind spin as he destroys your pussy. You can barely get air in your lungs with his taught muscle pressed to your neck, you start to feel a little tingly.

"Please," You hiss, gasping for air.

Pope feels your pussy get slicker the more you struggle to breathe and he can't help that it riles him up. He tightens his arm more, pressing his cheek to the side of your head as he continues his violent, messy thrusts.

"Make me feel so special, doll. I'll give you what you want - gonna fuck this little cunt 'til I come, yeah? - You'll get all of me." He's definitely feral now, his voice raspy and deeper than you've ever heard it.

You're tingly all over, your brain fuzzy as you take what your boyfriend gives you. It's blissful, his painful thrusts throb through your limbs until it feels like pleasure. You're so wet you feel the mess on your ass and thighs.

Pope doesn't mind, in fact it spurs him on.

"Cross your goddamn legs." He demands, growling in your ear. He lets up his hold around your neck enough for you to hear him and listen. You slide one of your knees under the other, feeling yourself tighten around him. The sound he makes gives you chills, you shiver as it reverberates through your skin. "That's it - fuck!" Pope grunts.

It only takes a few more thrusts before he's filling you full, he moans through it, close to your ear, nibbling at your sensitive skin. He groans and says sweet things but you can't hear him, you're still so fuzzy from all the brutal sensations you've just received.

Pope collapses on top of you, elbows by your temples as you let your head sink back into the pillows. He doesn't pull out right away, letting his cock get flaccid and slip out on it own as he cages you beneath his spent body.

You don't mind, his warmth and weight soothe you as you come back down to earth. You kiss the skin of his arms you can reach, his skin burning hot against you. You both struggle to catch your breath but he cocoons you underneath him until you do.

"Baby doll, - fuck, I-" He huffs, his voice barely there. He slides off your back and to the side, encouraging you to turn so you two are facing each other. His hefty arm drapes over you, keeping you cuddled close to his chest as he looks down at you. "Are you okay?" He asks, his deep eyes searching yours.

You nod your head vigorously, "M'never going two months without you again." You sigh, kissing his chin as you watch him smirk. It's small and subtle but adorable, you lean up to peck his lips. "Stay the night please, Pope." You mutter, tracing your fingers over his back to see him shiver when you hit his spine just right.

"I'm not going anywhere, doll." He promises, cuddling you close.

You're both quiet for a few moments, hugging each other tight. You nuzzle close and he welcomes you, his body still stiff while somehow drawing you in. Maybe it's because you're still hazy, or because you're cock-drunk but you can't help the way your heart pounds, even after catching your breath.

"Andy, I- I think,"

"What doll?" He softly encourages.

"I think I love you." You whisper, burying your face into his warm, bare chest. You nuzzle even closer when you realize how comfy his pecks are.

"You're just saying that because you're foggy from the sex." Pope chuckles, shaking his head above yours. It seems as if he thinks you're joking and you guess you can't blame him. He's not used this sort of thing - that's what makes it all so special.

"I love you too." He whispers a few moments later, kissing the top of your head, huffing a little when your messy hair tickles his nose.

Your mind comes back to you all the way and you realize just how lucky you are. Your boyfriend may not be the perfect guy but he's perfect for you. You never want to leave his arms - you never want to get off his cock either.

You have a feeling after tonight though, you won't have to worry about that anymore.

He pushed the bedroom door open hard enough for it to rebound against the stopper. “What happened?”

His eyes swept the room automatically, searching for whatever had frightened you. There wasn’t any blood, nor was there anything overturned, and no signs of broken glass.

But then he saw you.

You were standing on the bed, barefoot, clutching a pillow tightly against your chest. Your breathing came in quick, uneven breaths, and your eyes were fixed on something across the room with the sort of panic that made his own pulse pick up.

He followed your line of sight, and he also had the instinct to do a double take at the sight of the spider in which was clung to the wall above the dresser. And it was a big one that’s for sure, bigger than most.

“Jesus honey, i thought something serious happened.” Jack really tried to be serious but he just couldn’t, especially with the way he saw you so terrified of such a thing.

Your widened gaze snapped at his in a second, bewilderment at what you had just heard come out of his mouth. “You cannot be serious! Does this not seem serious enough for you Jack, it’s massive, all i know is that it may bite me then i’ll have to be admitted to the hospital then—“

“Calm down, love.” His gaze drifted back towards the spider, watching it remain perfectly still against the wall before looking at you again, somewhere between amused and genuinely baffled. “I think he’s more scared of you.”

The words had barely left his mouth before he realised he’d chosen the worst possible thing to say.

Your eyes widened impossibly further, your grip tightening around the pillow until your fingers ached. “Excuse me?” you breathed, staring at him as though he’d completely lost his mind. “Jack, that thing has eight legs.”

“So?”

“So?” A disbelieving laugh escaped you as you pointed frantically towards the wall. “It has eight opportunities to sprint at me.”

Jack glanced over his shoulder, half expecting the spider to have grown fangs or doubled in size during the conversation, but in reality it hadn't moved.

When he looked back, you were still rooted to the mattress, refusing to let so much as a toe hang over the edge, your entire body tense like the floor itself had suddenly become lava.

“You know…” Folding his arms loosely across his chest, he tilted his head, his lips threatening to curl into a smile. “I’m having a hard time figuring out which one of you is more terrified.”

Your mouth dropped opyen. “You’re joking.”

“I wish I was.”

“Jack.”

“I’m serious.” He nodded towards the wall. “He’s been there this whole time i’m assuming, and yet you’re the only one making all the noise.”

“I screamed because I wanted you.” The words slipped out before you had a chance to think about them.

Jack’s eyebrows lifted ever so slightly. For a brief second, neither of you said anything. “Well…” The corner of his mouth twitched despite himself as he held your gaze. “Can’t really argue with that.”

You caught yourself almost smiling before you quickly schooled your expression. “Don’t flatter yourself.”

He pushed himself away from the doorframe, already crossing the room with the same calm confidence he carried through the emergency department. “I wasn’t planning to.”

“No,” you replied, watching him inch closer to the spider with growing horror, “you just happened to be the nearest pest control. Unfortunately.”

That drew a proper laugh from him. “Oh, unfortunately?” He looked back over his shoulder, feigning offence for all of two seconds. “That’s harsh. I’m willing to bet pest control aren’t nearly as handsome as I am.”

You stared at him, thoroughly unimpressed, “you’re unbelievable.”

“So I’ve been told.”

“And incredibly humble.”

“I’ve got my moments.” He shrugs without looking back at you.

You groaned into the pillow, though the sound was quickly swallowed by the fabric. Jack only shook his head, unable to stop smiling as he turned his attention back to the spider.

“Jack,” Your voice softened the closer he got to it, every ounce of confidence you’d managed to fake disappearing. “Seriously.”

“Hm?” His eyes remained fixed on the wall.

“It better not jump.”

“It won’t.”

“How do you know?”

“Because it’s a spider.”

“Exactly.” You bite back instantly.

He let out another laugh, one that sounded far more amused than he was willing to admit, before disappearing into the kitchen.

When he returned a moment later with a drinking glass in one hand and an unopened electricity bill in the other, absolutely nothing had changed. You were still standing exactly where he’d left you in the middle of the bed, the pillow hugged protectively against your chest as your eyes followed him across the room without blinking once.

“You planning on living up there permanently?” he asked, slowing beside the dresser.

“Seems like the safest option.”

“Yeah?” He spared you a glance before looking back at the spider. “Think we can fit a bathroom up there?”

You shot him a look.

“Mock me all you want, I’m not getting down until that thing’s gone.”

“I wasn’t mocking you.”

“Jack.” You say for the hundredth time this evening. His smile finally won. “Alright… maybe a little.”

Without another word, he stepped closer to the wall, placing the glass carefully over the spider in one smooth movement before sliding the electricity bill underneath. The whole thing took less than five seconds.

You blinked, confusion written all over your face. “That’s it?”

Jack held up the glass, the spider now safely trapped inside, nodding at you. “That’s it.”

Your shoulders visibly sagged in relief, though you still eyed the glass suspiciously. “Please don’t drop it.”

He looked at you as though you’d just insulted his entire career. “I’ve got you.” His voice was easy, reassuring. “I think I can manage one spider.”

“And if it escapes?”

“It won’t.”

“But if it does?”

Jack sighed dramatically, already heading towards the front door. “Then I’ll apologise to you…”

He reached for the handle, opening it with one hand while keeping the glass steady in the other, “and to him for having to listen to you scream a second time.”

“Oh, you’re hilarious.”

With your bottom lip pulled between your teeth, you hum as you try to remember.  “I don’t know, Jackie,” you admit, “I think you were there. You usually are. In my dreams, I mean. I think we were at the beach… or at a lake?”

You pull the blanket up to your arms. It’s still much too early to think about so much, but if Jack asks, you deliver.

“Sounds nice,” he mumbles. His voice is hoarse, almost rough like sandpaper. “Keep going.”

Something about the way he speaks makes your tummy flutter. 

“Well,” you go on, “There were birds. Green ones.”

“Mhm…”

“They kept circling over us. I don’t think I know any green birds.”

“Me neither.”

You hear him shift again, and this time there is another sound. Like… like fabric moving.  You’re about to question this when Jack suddenly groans. 

“Keep talkin’, sweet girl,” he croaked.

“Jackie…?” 

“Please. Just talk. That’s all I’m askin’.”

His words are followed by a wet, filthy sound.  You immediately feel the pull in your lower tummy as you begin to realise. 

“There- we went swimming,” you go on, a little shakily now, “and saw fish. A bunch of ‘em. Little ones, which were— “

Jack moans softly, which makes you press your thighs together. 

“Um…” As you grow more flustered, it gets harder to speak. “They were like rainbows, their scales. The sun made them change colours.”

“Uh huh,” Jack mutters, his voice thin and strangled. “Keep goin’, baby. Just a little longer."

You can’t really focus as you hear the way his hand begins to move faster, slick sounds coming out of the speaker of your phone. 

“I… uh, we… we… I don’t remember, Jackie.”

“C’mon, bunny,” he encourages, “You can. Use that pretty little head of yours for me. For Daddy, hm?”

Liquid heat collects at the base of your spine, and you sneak a hand down between your thighs, only applying pressure for now. You’re not allowed to touch without him there. 

“Daddy, I don’t remember,” you whine. 

“Yeah, you do,” he retorts. “Baby, you do. C’mon, talk to me. Help out your Daddy.”

“We- we sat at the shore,” you continue. You weren’t even sure if it was true or just desperation making you invent things now. “And we saw dragonflies. And you held my hand and told me about your day at work. It was… it was a good day, I think.”

“Mhm.” He inhaled sharply, and you heard fabric rustling again. “So close, bunny. Just a little longer. Daddy’s almost done. Oh, fuck.” 

You clench around nothing as he curses, all breathy and needy.

“You.. we just kept sitting and talking. You, um, you kissed my cheek. And then you held me.”

The last word has barely left your mouth when a godless noise spills from his mouth.  “Fuck, bunny, yes. Yes, keep talking with that sweet voice of yours. Please, baby.”

“Daddy,” you whimper, your cunt pulsing now. “I don’t remember anything else. Just you and me at the water and the fishies and the dragonflies and—”

You’re interrupted by the deep, throaty moan that claws itself up from his chest only to fall from his lips like a tidal wave.

“Oh, fuck,” Jack gasps. “Yes. That’s my bunny.”

It’s quiet for a moment, only his heavy breathing and your needy little gasps as you rock into your hand, your hips moving almost involuntarily.  It always takes Jack a few seconds to catch his breath when he cums like that.

“Bunny?” he murmurs then. 

“Yeah?” you whisper. 

“Get that hand off your cunt right now. She’s mine. And I’m coming over right now to take good care of her.”

“He clearly doesn’t like me, Michael.” You huffed, adjusting the stethoscope around your neck.

Michael Robinavitch was your mentor and also a best friend. You worked together for almost five years after you moved to Pittsburgh. And you were one of the few people who actually called him by his first name.

Robby looked through some papers on the chart, humming underneath his breath, his reading glasses hanging low. 

“You are not listening.” You rolled your eyes, walking over to the nurse station, looking through a chart. 

Dana glared up at you, shaking her head with a little smile. 

“Arguing with Robby again?”

You straightened your back a little and huffed. “I would call it an exchange of opinions.” 

Day and night shifts met for a quick briefing, Robby standing tall and serious. You were beside Mel, who looked anxious as always, stealing occasional looks at Langdon who were unusually smiley. 

Then your eyes flicked to the opposite, to who dared to stand beside your partner in crime. Jack Abbot with his arrogant and cocky energy. 

You scrunched your nose and he caught your stare, giving you a lopsided smile. He always enjoyed teasing you and you never held back. 

“So, the thing is there’s this medical conference next week and I have to pick two of us who will represent the PTMC there.” Robby started, he wasn’t a fan of those events so you knew exactly he won’t be attending. You crossed your arms over your chest, curiosity took over your brain and you thought about who he should pick.

Frank raised his hand. “I’ll go. I think I’m pretty capable of doing so.” 

Robby shook his head no. “No. I already made my choice.” And his gaze ended up on you. Oh no. Oh no. You knew where this was going.

Inhaling sharply, you were about to speak when he pointed at your figure adding: “You and Abbot.” 

Jack raised his brows in surprise, but then his expression changed into an amused one, flashing a smirk at you. “Oh, funny.”

“You can’t be serious, Michael.” You growled, anger fuelling your body.

“That’s my final decision. I expect you two to behave like the professionals you are.” Robby dismissed the meeting, others already whispering and giggling. 

You stomped on your feet, walking towards him all the while Jack still stood beside him. 

“I won’t go.” 

Robby scribbled something onto a paper, clipping it onto a chart not caring about your words.

“Come on. Don’t be silly.” Jack chuckled.

“I’m not talking to you.” You shot him a death glare and he just shook his head. 

Michael lifted his gaze to look at you, being all so serious. You know it's just a bullshit facade.

“I’m giving you a chance to solve this— this something, which I don’t understand what is, between you two. Talk it out, spend some time together, I don’t know, but don’t come back from that conference with unresolved issues you have with yourselves.” And he was gone for a patient that just came through. 

The way you were pissed off was unbelievably bad. Jack crossed his arms over his chest. 

“Well, I won’t be easy on you, so you better get ready.” 

“Go fuck yourself.” You scoffed, trying to find yourself a useful thing to do, you decided to go triage.

Arriving into the hotel you were staying in Washington was another kind of shock.

After neverending bickering through the flight, you were excited to get some peace in your hotel room.

Only to find out there was a mistake with your booking and you ended up in the same room as your rival. 

One bed

Your worst nightmare, sharing the most intimate space with this unbelievable man. 

Jack shook his head when he put his suitcase against the wall, taking another glance at the bed as if he was able to divide it into two.

“Robby, you piece of shit…” he muttered, but you heard it, shooting him an annoyed look.

“I will kill that man, with my bare HANDS.” You were livid, pacing at the window.

“Calm down, it’s okay. This bed is fucking huge, so there’s plenty space for us both.” He was amused. 

“I don’t care what you think, Abbot. I’m getting my own room.” You were determined.

Casually, he shoved his hands into the pockets of his pants. “You heard the receptionist. There’s no other room, because they’re overbooked. Everybody is here for the medical conference. So be a professional and suck it up.” 

You hated how he was right. 

Jack was unbelievably gentle, standing tall beside you, chest puffed with pride when you spoke with other people representing the medical field. He took in how you were glowing while talking about things you loved.

When sitting at the table, you circled the leg of the champagne flute, watching it with an empty look.

“You don’t fancy alcohol?” His voice got you out of your mind.

“Not much.” You murmured, taking a glance at the speaker on the podium.

Jack was listening to everything that was said, massaging his thigh above the prosthesis, it was one of those days he felt utterly exhausted by that damn thing. 

You didn’t care, trying to mind your own business, making some notes.

But Jack couldn’t help but steal occasional glances at your figure, the dress you were wearing was really enhancing you, as if you were born to wear that fabric. Clearing his throat, he shook his head to get back to his line of thinking.

You noticed he was staring, but said nothing, because you were already exhausted from dealing with him before, so there wasn’t a point in losing any more time with him. But you had to admit that he looked damn good in that suit, that white shirt under his blazer was really something, with those two buttons undone from the top revealing a little of his greyish chest hair. Swallowing hard, you felt your throat becoming dry, so this was the time you gulped the champagne.

Staying for the dinner and some evening chat with other doctors, one of them flirting with you, Jack decided he had enough and he excused himself to go back to the hotel room. His leg was bothering him to the limits the same as that damn young doctor trying to impress you with his successes through internships. 

“Jesus Christ, what the hell?” You huffed when you arrived at the hotel room, a little tipsy, spotting a prosthetic leg casually resting against the wall near the bedside table.

Jack lifted his gaze lazily from the tv show he was watching, already tucked in the spacious bed. 

“Scared by an innocent part of a leg? Get a grip.” He scoffed, but there was that sarcastic undertone you couldn’t unhear. 

“Pff… I don’t have limbs scattered across my flat, so…” you rolled your eyes, trying to take off your heels, but it was already a struggle given to your tired state.

He noticed your fight with the tiny straps and he sat up on the bed. “Come here, you clumsy thing.” 

And you did, landing on your ass on the edge of the bed and he gestured for you to lift your leg up so he could reach for it. Once his large hands wrapped around your ankle, your guts did a flip, the one you didn’t expect. 

Jack was focused on the small fastening that was stuck. With the surgical precision he undid it and relieved your foot from the tight grip of the heel. 

Then you lifted your other leg and he did the same. Now you had your legs on his lap and he ran his fingers over the curves of your insteps, pressing a little into the marks from the straps.

“You should consider stopping wearing those damn heels. Not good for your feet and back.” His voice soothed something in the depths of your soul, you started to melt under his skilled touch. 

“Keep it to yourself, doctor Abbot.” You muttered and moved down to rest on your elbows, the dress hanging on your figure, your skin growing annoyed of the fabric.

Jack let out a soft chuckle, pressing his thumb to your sole causing you to groan in utter satisfaction. 

“Fucking hell…” a soft mutter escaped your lips, your head falling back with a deep sigh.

“I know what I’m doing.” 

The way he massaged your feet was astounding and embarrassingly great. You thought that you could never admit this to Robby. Ever.

“Sure you do…” 

Jack hummed, tracing your ankle with his thumb. “I have an idea. Go take a shower and I’ll massage your feet even more, you can fall asleep comfortably. Hm?” 

You turned your head back to stare at him in disbelief, awaiting something mischievous behind it but his face was soft and full of honesty.

“Okay.” You whispered softly, getting off the bed, already missing his warm touch. Collecting your toiletry bag and pajamas, you disappeared into the bathroom.

After a while you were out, fresh as a daisy, a tired expression written all over your face. A scent of your shampoo hit his nose and he cleared his throat. 

Climbing into the bed under the sheets, you lay your head on the pillow, looking up at how he was seated against the headboard. 

“Were you serious or you were making fun of me?” 

Jack patted his lap again, your legs moving instinctively towards him and he moved a little closer to you for you to be more comfortable. You could smell him, feel the heat radiating from his body, but you didn’t feel nervous or scared. It brought you peace and comfort. 

“Is this okay?” He asked for your permission in a low tone, giving you a concerned look.

You nodded, eyes closing as he massaged your feet gently. 

For you it was a very intimate act. And with your sworn enemy? 

“Thank you.” Your murmur was barely heard, but he caught it, smiling to himself, working on your toes.

“I would take care of you every day if you were mine.” Jack sighed into the silence of the room, while you were already out, deeply asleep.

The first sunrays peeked through the curtains of the hotel room, having you stirring in the bed. Something heavy was draped over your upper body, heat radiating at your back. A soft hum of approval escaped your mouth, but then you opened your eyes slowly, confused a little. 

Jack had his arm draped over you, holding you close to his chest while his breath trickled your hair on your neck as he was still asleep. 

Your mind yelled at you to jump out of the bed immediately, but you decided to shift a little, your stare taking in his skin. 

Counting the freckles on his forearm, you actually felt good, safe even. 

Until you felt another thing poking into your back, blush was creeping up your cheeks. 

“Jack. Hey. We have to get up.” You tried to gently nudge him but all he did was wrap his arms around you tight, his face buried in the crook of your neck, exhaling heavily. 

“A few more minutes, baby…” he hummed, grinding his hips into you. 

Eyes wide you jumped out of the bed, heart thumping in your chest. “Abbot. Wake up, you dang idiot!” Your voice surely caused him to open his eyes lazily, looking at you and then he shifted to lay on his back. 

“What’s the rush, huh?” His voice was hoarse and now you could see clearly the tent formed between his legs. 

“Jesus Christ, you have no decency.” You huffed, grabbing your clothes to disappear into the bathroom. 

Jack peeked under the cover to seek his morning wood only to grin. “That’s a sign my body is working well.” 

Doing your skincare, you still felt the ache in your lower belly, the one that you desperately tried to keep at bay with your own skilled hands. There’s no way you would want to have sex with your enemy. No. 

Maybe… a little. Yeah. No. 

You shook your head and once being ready, you fled out of the bathroom, taking a glance at him with the corner of your eye. 

Jack struggled to put on his leg, grunting and cursing under his breath. 

“Need a hand?” You were all sarcastic but in your mind you pitied this man. 

“Actually, yeah.” He ran a hand through his messy grey curls and you put down your phone, walking to him. Jack noticed you’re wearing a dress, again, but this time it was a nice summer one with flowers on it.

“You look good.” He hummed out and you just got onto your knees completely ignoring him as you focused on the task and that was clasping his leg on where it has to be. 

“Tell me what to do?” You lifted your gaze and you caught his expression. Sucking in a breath he got out of the trance, showing you exactly what he needed help with.

You nodded, trying your best, your dainty fingers helping but that prosthetic bitch had its own mind. 

“Shit…” you cursed and Jack propped himself back on his hands. 

“Fuck. I hate this.” 

You sat back on your heels, taking in his frustrated expression and your eyes wandered down south. 

“Abbot, are you fucking kidding me?” You breathed out at the sight of his erection again.

His gaze fell down and he smirked a little. 

“Well, you're on your knees…” 

Your eyes went wide, mouth open agape when you wanted to insult him but your brain was numb. You could use some relief, a man hasn’t touched you in ages. 

“You're an unbelievable asshole.” 

“Really? Then why are you blushing? Why are you so flushed, princess?” He mocked you and you noticed his dick twitching in his shorts. 

Acting more on instinct, you managed to rip your panties off you and throwing them at him with annoyed grunt. Catching them swiftly, he brought them to his nose, inhaling your sweet scent.

“Guess we’re gonna need to prolong our stay.” His voice was suddenly so deep.

Your hands grabbed his thighs, a longing sigh escaping your mouth. “How do we play this out?” 

Jack was still mesmerised by the piece of fabric that used to hug your pussy, but he gave you a look full of lust. 

“Robby wants us to get our frustrations out. So, use me. Ride me. Whatever you like. Because I know you’re secretly thinking about all the things you’d do to me.” His body leaned closer to where you kneeled, whispering against your lips as his fingers tipped your chin. You were like a moth caught by the flame, your lips parted slightly, trembling, you were needy as hell.

Not giving you time to speak, he captured your lips in some kinda soft kiss, like testing the waters if you’re gonna kiss him back. And you waited no more. Literally jumping onto him, you wrapped your legs around his hips, his one hand keeping you steady in place while the other was a little behind him to not fall on his back.

“Eager girl.” He muttered in between kisses, gasping when he felt you grinding against his groin. 

“Can you shut up for a moment?” You breathed out heavily, arms around his neck, staring into his eyes.

“Never.” 

That goddamn smirk that was driving you crazy. 

“I hate you.” You gritted through your teeth, your hand traveling down between your bodies, into his shorts to finally take a hold of his girth. And holy shit, girl, your hand suddenly felt very small.

Jack could see it in your eyes, the surprise and warmth of your arousal when you found out how blessed he actually was.

“So, what are we saying?” His hand casually fell down to the curve of your ass, underneath the soft fabric of your dress. 

“I’m not gonna praise your cock.” You huffed, palming him, trying not to salivate at how much you wanted to have your mouth stuffed with him. But you won’t give him that satisfaction. Not yet.

Being so focused on that, you almost didn’t notice his hand on your ass moving towards your pussy, his fingers smearing in your wetness. 

“Oh, ohhh…” you jolted forward into his chest, whining in process. 

“Jesus, love, I think we both need me to be inside you soon as possible, hm?” Jack was starting to get frustrated, expecting you to be more denying as usual but you nodded fast and shifted your hips to navigate his tip to your aching folds. All that while you were holding his gaze, you were shaking at the anticipation and he helped you with both his hands to guide you down.

Once his cock started to stretch through your velvet walls, your eyes rolled back into your skull, mouth letting out a loud gasp, your consciousness faltering slowly.

“Easy, baby, easy… fuck, you’re so tight.” He got you, slowly getting you lower and lower on his length, biting his lip to hold back the pathetic moan at how you clenched around him heavenly.

After a while, you were sitting fully on him, his shaft being swallowed whole by your hungry pussy and you held onto him tight, like you didn’t want to fall off. You didn’t even have a single thought to talk.

“So this is what it gets for you to finally be quiet, huh?” His arm holding you close on his lap, while his other hand reached out to brush a strand of your hair from your face to look at you, to note how you were out of your mind, so pliant and soft. 

Then it struck him that you were still wearing that dress and he pushed the straps down your shoulders to reveal your breasts. Licking his lips, he then took your right nipple into his mouth, giving it a proper care, sucking it as if there was no tomorrow. 

“J-Jack…” you whimpered, losing your mind through being full by him. 

Trailing his way up your neck to your ear, he chuckled smugly. “Come on, baby girl, ride me.” 

Lifting your hips, you slammed back, over and over, his hands gripping your hips to help you with your moves. 

Face flushed, eyes rolled back, you couldn’t breathe from how much you loved the moment. He was absolutely perfect for you, matching your desire, holding you exactly how you expected from a man. 

Sweat formed on your forehead, hair sticking to it, you were riding this man with all your might. And he was there, for you, watching you, without any biting remark, he was enjoying himself too. 

Suddenly he stopped you, halting you fully onto his cock. You inhaled sharply, mind dizzy from the lack of oxygen, but you noticed his trembling lower lip, his features tight. 

“Huh?” 

“I’m gonna come, sweetheart, and–” you interrupted him.

“Don’t care. Gonna take a plan b. Just fucking fill me, Abbot.” ah, there it was, the fire in your eyes was back. 

Something dark flashed across his gaze and he nodded. Quickly, he moved you on the bed, flat on stomach, and he did his best to climb on you, slapping your ass gently. 

Settling between your ass cheeks, he rubbed his dick through your folds, only to fill you again. It was really hard for him to keep his balance, so he leaned forwards onto his hands.

Your hands gripped the sheets, drooling into the fabric, muffling your moans as he pounded into your relentlessly.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, oh baby, oh…” he whimpered, it was like music to your ears and finally you felt his dick twitching with release, his thick cum coating your inner walls.

Breathing heavily, you buried your face into the mattress when Jack collapsed onto your back, peppering your bare shoulder in kisses.

“So good for me…” whispering, it gave you shivers.

“Fuck you…” you mumbled and he chuckled.

Jack carefully slid out of you, body still thrumming with post orgasmic flow, and his strong hand flipped you onto your back.

Gasping in surprise, you stared at him when he moved between your legs, laying on his stomach, one of his hands settled on your hip and the other cupped your ruined pussy. He was mesmerised by the way his precious frosting dripped out of you. Carefully, he scooped a little by his fingers, only to push it back into you, causing you to whine in overstimulation. 

“Shhh… I almost forgot about you, how wrong of me…” he darted out his tongue and licked a long stripe to your clit, all the while his fingers were curling in your clenching cunt.

“Jack… please—“ you moaned, face frowned and eyes full of tears. 

“What is it, baby?” He held you in place, noticing how your hips tried to escape from him even though you ached to come.

“T-too much—“ you gasped when he latched onto your clit with his lips, suckling sounds filling the room and your eyes went wide.

“Fuck— gonna kill you—“ it was all you had to say when your hands flew to his hair, to tug it rough, making him grunt into your core.

“Of course.” His voice vibrated your folds to the point you were going crazy, your pussy making all those lewd sounds of arousal. 

Then he let go of you, blowing a little air onto your petal, chuckling at your squirming figure. Pulling out his fingers, having them coated with a mix of your juices and his cum, he propped himself onto his hand to bring them to your lips. 

You shook your head no, brows furrowing in annoyance.

“Open your mouth. I want you to taste us.” His voice was commanding and you let out a shuddered breath. You were a mess, you wanted to come already, to be over with it, but you had to play his game.

Holding his gaze, you obeyed, parting your lips and he waited no more, pushing his fingers onto your tongue. Inhaling sharply, your tongue swirled eagerly, moaning quietly at how intoxicating taste it was. 

Jack grinned victoriously, getting back to your painfully edged cunt, delving his fingers back into your depths.

“Look at you, taking me so well, who would have thought that you’re such a good girl. So fucking good. Mhm… come on… give it to me, all you have is mine, princess…” 

The way he talked, you couldn’t take it, your body screaming in utmost pleasure and pain from the overwhelming sensations.

“You’d be so hot being round and soft with my baby. You were made to be filled by me…” he continued and you were bewildered by this and you shot him a shocked glare.

“Stop— don’t say— holy— Jack!” 

But it was all you needed to actually reach your highest of the high, coming around his fingers, sucking him tight with your velvet walls.

Jack laughed softly, feeling so proud that his little talk made you come hard. 

Giving your pussy a soft tap, he moved to lay beside you, enjoying your panting breaths, grinning how ruined you looked, sweaty and done.

Fingers grazed their way between your breasts to your neck, ending up on your jaw. 

“You’re beautiful like this.” 

Turning your head to look at him, you let out a sigh. 

“Don’t start with this…” 

“I’m just saying what’s true.” His features softened while caressing your cheek.

You leaned into his touch, closing your eyes for a moment. You wanted to savour every possible second of it.

“Robby can’t know about this.” You shot your eyes open with an amused expression.

Jack was smug, running his hand through the strands of your damp hair. 

“He’s gonna be so nosy. Prepare for it.” 

A soft laugh slipped past your lips, you were staring into the ceiling. 

“Thank you.”

He cocked his brow. “For what?” 

“Good fuck?” You looked at him again.

“Anytime.” He shrugged and moved to sit on the edge of the bed, reaching for his leg. This time he put it on the right way. 

“Motherfucker.” He cursed under his breath and then he turned to see you over his shoulder. 

“You have to get yourself cleaned up. I can help.” He offered you his hand and you took it without any hesitation. Still having your dress scrunched up around your waist you took it off and walked to the bathroom with him. 

Jack grabbed a towel to clean himself quickly, not bothering about anything else and then he gestured for you to step under the spray of hot water. 

While you were cleaning your skin he watched you intently, leaning against the vanity counter until he sat down on the closed lid of the toilet. 

After you stepped out, wrapped into a fluffy towel, you let out a sigh of relief. His hand suddenly reached out for yours, bringing you to stand between his open legs. 

“I don’t want this to be a one time thing. I’m not a man like this.” His thumb brushed over your knuckles.

That took you aback. “I… Jack…” 

“Sorry, I… I just want you to know that I didn’t hate you. I don’t hate you. You captivated me from the moment you entered that damn hospital in Pittsburgh. You and your attitude just didn’t give me much choice.” He chuckled and his words tugged on your chest.

You placed a hand on his shoulder and he lifted his gaze to meet your eyes.

“I was so irritated by your cocky behaviour, I knew men like you. But… it appears that I didn’t know you at all.” Your hand moved to his cheek, cupping it.

A shaky breath went through his mouth. “You’re so insufferable, you can’t imagine.” 

Rolling your eyes, you squeezed his hand instinctively. “Oh believe me. I can.”

“So, I suggest we come back and take it easy. No rush. We have to be careful around others on our shifts. What do you think?” Jack stood up, flinching a little, shifting his leg, but still holding your hand.

“Sounds good to me.” You nodded with a smile, while he leaned forward to press a kiss against your forehead.

“Let’s get you that morning after pill.” 

A day shift was in full swing when about three in the afternoon Jack clocked in and his eyes were searching for you through the space.

You were on a case with Robby, finished with the patient to be sent to the OR.

Taking off your bloodied gloves, you huffed at something Robby was talking about behind you. 

“Yeah, clearly I’m not in the best shape, okay?” 

Robby noticed Jack standing at the computer at the nurse station, already watching you both. “Well, maybe you should think about switching for the night since you warmed up with our daddy one leg.” The last three words he whispered near you to tease you and you smacked his arm.

“Fuck you, Michael.” 

“Ah, so, I’m not wrong with my assumption, huh?” He followed after you, when you hurried towards the charts.

“What’s the hush?” Jack smirked, taking a slow step forward Robby, who was eyeing him with amusement.

“Michael here just called you the daddy one leg.” You wiggled your brows in amusement, sipping coffee from your cup.

Jack feigned a little gasp, placing a hand on his chest. “You just hurt me, a war veteran, an amputee, Robby.” 

Robby just scoffed, shaking his head in disbelief, a wide grin spread across his face. “I’m just trying to find what’s behind this little alliance you two made all of sudden. What the fuck happened at that conference, hm?” 

Both you and Jack met with your gazes, but he decided to speak. “Well, you said we have to discuss the shit between us, and we sorted it out, case closed. What’s the matter with that?” 

“That you both almost bit your head off and all of sudden you’re cooperating without a fuss. It’s weirdly hard to believe that you just discussed it out.” Robby bounced on his feet, irritation evident from his voice as he shoved his hands into the pockets of his scrubs.

“Get out of your head, Michael. You’re spending too much time there.” You chuckled at your own joke, Jack trying so hard to not laugh. 

Later that day, when you were about to clock out of your shift, you stood beside Dana, who was scribbling something down, staring through her readers. Robby was discussing a case with Ellis and Shen who arrived just in time to relieve the day’s, while Jack stood close to them, somehow watching you again. 

“So, what’s he like in bed, huh?” Dana nudged your arm, looking in the direction where Jack stood. 

You bit the inside of your cheek with a little sigh. “Unbelievable, Dana. Fucking unbelievable…” 

And with that you both laughed your asses off.

Like he hasn’t interrupted at all, you’re talking, hands moving the whole time, telling him how Miles took her to his cousin’s wedding as a plus one, introduced her to his whole extended family, and then got weird the second she used the word relationship in a sentence. 

Jack genuinely cannot follow half of this. He’s thirty seconds behind the whole time, stuck on the wedding part, trying to work out what kind of man brings a woman to a family wedding and then chickens out over a label. 

Honestly, he’s kind of enjoying not understanding it, watching you get worked up over somebody else’s nonsense relationship, all animated hands and soft pouts and that furrow between your brows that he’d kiss off your face if you weren’t so deep in it.

“Did she ask him what they are?”

“She’s scared to.”

“Why?”

“Because if she asks and he says nothing, then it’s real, it’s confirmed nothing. But, right now it’s like, undefined nothing, y’know? Kinda feels better somehow even though it’s like million times worse.”

Jack blinks at you, quite a beat too long. He has, in his entire adult life, never once thought this hard about anything that wasn’t a differential diagnosis. But, here you are explaining tiered levels of nothing, like there’s a flowchart somewhere for this. (He thinks you’re going to pull it up one of these days. Educate him, like you keep saying.) 

It should annoy him. It really should. Some kid your age too much of a pussy to know what he wants, doesn’t deserve the headspace you’re giving him, though he keeps that one to himself.

You flop down next to him mid sentence, grabbing his arm and using it as a pillow without asking, and he thinks, not for the first time, that he would listen to you explain literally anything for this long if it meant you stayed exactly like this against him.

His free hand finds your waist, thumb rubbing slow into the dip of it, like he can’t sit next to you for longer than a minute without needing his hands on you somewhere. “You know what I think?” 

“What?”

“I think you people invented whole new vocabulary so nobody has to just ask a question out loud.”

“Okay, boomer.”

“I’m not a boomer.”

“You said ‘you people.’ That’s such a boomer thing to say.”

“I’m fifty.”

“Boomer adjacent.”

He doesn’t really have a comeback for that, mostly because he’s laughing. You’ve created an entire generational subcategory just for him, like he needs his own little demographic bracket. 

Now you’re on some other detail about Miles and a group chat and a screenshot that got sent to the wrong person. 

Jack’s given up on the plot actually, checked out three Mileses ago. He’s just watching your face do fifteen different things in one story, outraged, then gleeful, then outraged again, hands doing most of the narrating on their own, and that’s a hell of a lot more fun to keep up with than Miles.

“Are you even listening?”

“No.”

“Jack.”

“I stopped around the screenshot thing. I got lost.”

“You’re useless.” You smack his chest for that, more out of principle than anything really. 

He catches your hand before you can pull it back, holds onto it, thumb running over your knuckles.

You’re now saying something about how Miles needs to lock the fuck in, or lose it.

Jack’s only half listening. He has zero clue what half your words even mean and somehow could not give less of a shit about that right now.