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a little jack abbot piece for my semi-hiatus he’s kinda freaked in this one but not really at the same time, bro just loves his gf … work really has been taking it out of me
Jack loves your night time routine when you’re both home for him to witness it.
Usually, you take your time making a really cozy, hearty dinner: sometimes a chicken noodle soup, sometimes Irish stew; tonight you’ve chosen soup- while he cleans the entire house top to bottom and when everything is all done you rush to the showers.
It’s always scalding and Jack usually finishes before you lest he burns off the sensitive skin on his legs.
He likes it this way to be honest; at least now he can watch you go about your post shower routine fully dressed in his boxers.
He watches you reach for your lotion, and like a dog trained solely by the Pavlovian theory, his pupils dilate and he blushes.
You smell immediately like a cool summer night, fresh coconuts and something sweet underneath. He can never figure out if it’s a flower or if it’s caramel. Not an inch of your body is left neglected by the lotion and soon the entire bedroom smells of you.
He wants to smell of you too and doesn’t hesitate to call you over.
“C’mere, pretty lady.” He’s pushing himself to the edge of your bed, his prosthetic leg off to the side making him move just a tiny bit slower as he makes sure he’s balanced where he sits.
You grin and shake your head like every night but make your way over to him in just a pair of boy shorts.
“You’re like a dog.” You giggle as he sticks his nose to your collarbone, inhaling you deeply. He rubs his scruffy nose across your collarbone and up to your neck, and when he groans against your skin you can’t help the goosebumps that break out.
“You always smell so fucking good,” his voice has gone a bit lower and his hands grab onto your hips and pull you closer when you try to move away. “What is it?” He asks greedily, just before he starts sucking at the hollow of your throat.
“Coconut honey lotion.” You respond breathlessly and he grunts, his hands falling to your ass. “Such a fucking caveman.”
“I could live wrapped up in you after a shower.”
“Jack,” you laugh outright when he nips at your skin, making a sticky line of kisses from your collarbone to the top of your breasts.
He looks up, green eyes nearly black. “I love you,” your skin heats under his touch.
“I love you too,” you lean down and kiss his nose. “Can we go have dinner now? Or do you want to sniff me some more?”
You squeal when he swats at your ass and pulls one of his shirts over your head. “Dinner first,” he kisses your chin when your head pops out. “And maybe I’ll sniff you some more if you’re good.”
When Jack finds you already showered and in your pyjamas just staring at the wall of the bedroom he knows you’re not feeling like yourself.
“Hey, pretty lady.” He murmurs as he strips out of his SWAT suit and to his boxers. He climbs onto the bed and lays right next to you, your noses touching.
“Hi,” you sound more tired than you look and that makes him pout.
“Long day?” You nod and he coos, slipping one hand to the nape of your neck to get tangled in the hair there. “Anything I can do to help?”
You shrug, shutting your eyes when his fingers close around the hair and give a tug. Silence falls over the room for a bit until you look up at him with glassy eyes.
“I fucking hate working there.” You sound so defeated and Jack’s heart breaks clean in two.
He doesn’t say anything as you recount your week from hell, how nothing had gone according to plan, no one listens to you and you feel overworked and undercompensated.
When you finish he presses his lips to your forehead just between your eyebrows.
“You can just quit, baby.” His hand slips from your nape to the hinge in your jaw to tip your head back so you’re staring directly at him. “I hate that they’re making you feel like this,” he carries on, nudging his nose against yours.
“I can take care of us till you find something better if that’s what you want.” When you don’t say anything, Jack plants a kiss on your cheek. “I can also take care of us if you never want to go back to work.”
“You’re too kind.” You sigh and tip your head out of his hands and onto you pillow, eyes staring at the ceiling.
He frowns, slipping his hand under your sleep shirt to hold onto your waist as he turns so he can catch your eye.
“Think it over, sweetheart. I don’t like seeing you so down.”
You nod, turning to look at him. Your eyes are still glassy when you look at him but they’re less sad. Even if only a little.
“I love you,” you say earnestly, reaching a hand to Jack’s cheek.
He smiles and you see his tiny dimple poke through his grey beard. “I love you too, pretty. Come sit on the sink while I shower and we can talk about dinner?”
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Jack’s the referee to you and Robby’s disagreements, especially when you both start getting nasty with one another. The man’s not afraid to send you both to separate rooms too cool off for a couple hours before making you kiss and make up
Maybe perhaps robby makes you cry and jack comforts you?
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You and Robby are always bickering, always arguing about something and you can always take it in stride but today has frayed your nerves and your threshold is low.
You’ve both had a shift from hell and can’t seem to stop getting on one another’s nerves.
Jack’s content to let you two bicker till you’re both blue in the face where he’s sat on his recliner with his glasses and his crossword.
Your voice goes watery and so do your eyes and Jack tuts. He sets his book aside immediately, opening his arms out to you when Robby says, “You’re such a crybaby.”
Of course there’s no real heat behind it, you’ve just had a day.
“C’mere dolly,” Jack coos watching you walk over to his lap all teary eyed. “Robby’s being mean t’my girl?”
You nod all pathetically, knuckling your tears away. Robby scoffs and rolls his eyes , “She’s been a brat all fucking day.”
“No I’ve not been,” you whine and Jack just pats your bum. You’ve been difficult because you’re exhausted, Robby knows it too and if he wasn’t so exhausted himself he’s not be so worked up about it. “He’s just being mean, Jack.”
“S’alright doll,” Jack smears a kiss to your hairline. “I’ll set him straight.” You miss the way Robby rolls his eyes and the way Jack raises his eyebrow. “Wanna go lay down for a bit? We can cuddle and watch that show you like.”
You lift your head to find Robby cracking open a beer in the kitchen. “You coming?” Your face is still sticky with the tears but you know none of what just happened had any real heat behind it.
Jack smiles into your hair. You always want them both around even when Robby’s been a dick to you.
He shrugs like it’s no big deal, but he loves that you always ask. “Whatever you want, brat.”
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Jack knows you’ve had a horrible day and he tries to rectify it by finding you fresh out of the shower, applying lotion on your skin.
His big hands find your waist, lifting you up and turning you onto your back with practiced ease.
“Jack,” you start, your voice already shaking with suppressed emotions.
He shuts you up with kisses presses to the tops of your thighs. “I know sweetheart,” he sounds so reverent as he looks up at you through his lashes. “Let me make you feel better and then we can chat about it.”
When you give him a nod, he makes quick work of spreading your legs, leaving little love bites on your inner thigh before moving to your center.
Jack’s never been one to rush eating you out and he certainly doesn’t start now. No, your boyfriend sucks on your lips, slips his tongue between your folds and into your hole just to head you gasp.
It’s sensual and overwhelming in the best way possible.
Jack sucks and licks and flicks at your clit with his tongue before pushing one finger and then another into you so slowly you feel like you’re being split open.
“Jack,” you gasp and he smiles up at you.
“M’right here, sweetheart. Just relax f’me.” You can hardly make out the colour of his eyes before he shuts them and starts sucking on your clit so hand your hands fist the bed sheets and your head flops back.
“Oh fuck,” you whine, unconsciously grinding your body into his hands. He licks his free hand over your waist to keep you still, and it’s like the pleasure has multiplied.
Before you can fully comprehend what’s happening, your thighs are shaking and you’re choking out a warped and slightly slurred, “Cumming.”
All you can do is lay there and ride it out, Jack’s actions not slowing till another orgasm comes and leaves you twitching on your bed.
He pulls away with a satisfied smile. He presses twin kisses to your hipbones and then crawls up your body so his chin rests on your sternum.
“Good?” He’s wiping his hand off into his jeans and then grasping your chin to get you to look at him. “Baby,” he coos, and smiles when you open your eyes. “Feel good?”
You nod, reaching your hands to cup his face and draw him closer to you for a kiss.
“Let me clean you up,” he whispers against your lips, slipping off you to find a washcloth to dry between your legs.
Jack goes through the rest of your post-shower routine for you, finishing your lotion, applying your body oil and then finding one of his old army sweaters and a pair of boy shorts for you.
When he’s done, he pulls you to lay your head in his lap and brushes his hand over the flyaways at your hairline.
“Wanna tell me about your rotten day now?”
You do, but you’re not nearly as vexed or annoyed as you were before and with Jack stroking your scalp the way he is, you’re sure to be asleep soon.
He’ll probably order takeout for when you wake up, in the meantime, he’s content to be your body pillow.
Now that I’m free (off work) I’m finally gonna finish the near 15 unfinished Jack Abbot drafts and requests I have and hopefully post something later tonight
You wake up slowly and turn into Jack with a practiced muscle memory. It’s odd that you’ve both got a Saturday off, but you’re not complaining.
The sun is out in full, probably close to nine o’clock by the feel of it on your legs and the way the room shines. You don’t peel your eyes open yet.
His hand falls to your back, tracing shapes and lines into your exposed skin.
“G’morning,” your voice comes out all scratchy and hoarse, but Jack doesn’t mind. He’s always saying how good you sound first thing in the morning.
He does what he always does when you first wake up and scoops your face up in his hands and peppers kisses to your face.
“Did you know you sigh a little right before waking up?”
“Do I?” It’s not the first time Jack has thought about it or even looked forward to the soft sounds, but it’s the first time he’s told you.
“Mhm,” you hide your face into his chest as it rumbles under your face. “It’s the cutest fucking thing ever.” He cups the side of your face, tilting it up and even with your eyes closed you smile at him.
“It’s like you’re always happy to wake up and roll over next to me.” He kisses your lips, and then you open your eyes. He doesn’t think too much about how that thought makes his heart want to burst open.
“Are you trying to make me cry right now, Abbot?” You narrow your eyes when you notice the flush on his neck.
He kisses your lips again, “Not trying to make you cry, princess.” He strokes a hand through your hair. “Just letting you know I love you.”
You can’t help the way your eyes fill up and you sniffle to keep the tears from falling. Jack chuckles and kisses your hairline.
“You’re so mean to me.” You mutter to him and he laughs in earnest when he notices how waterlogged your voice is.
“M’sorry sweetheart,” he rubs your back and nuzzles your cheek. Jack turns then, making you lie flat on your back so he can press kisses into your jaw and neck, his way of apologizing and making you smile all in one.
“I can make you breakfast and coffee to make up for how mean I am.”
You giggle as he rubs his scruffy beard into your cheek. Your hands fall to his hair, pulling him back to see his face. “I want toast and jam.”
Jack shakes his head, cheeks red and sore from smiling. “Whatever you want baby,” he kisses your lips this time.
Jack Abbot would be so proud of me, I bought my diabetes milk drinks (as a notorious milk HATER!) and will be having them as a third meal because diabetes medication works TRIPLE time in suppressing appetites
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You’re having a fucking horrible shift and you’re pissed off.
You’ve gotten three patients in a row now that haven’t wanted medical intervention but were happy to be doted over in beds that could’ve gone to much more in your opinion deserving patients who’ve now been rushed to different ORs.
Your blood sugar is sky high from the stress and to top it off Mel isn’t talking to you.
It’s not really you she’s pissed off at, she’s annoyed at Becca and at you for telling her that the same independence she craves is what Becca does as well and while she feels unwanted and not needed, Becca doesn’t need to be babied anymore.
It probably wasn’t the right thing to say when neither of you have had good days.
You see the lawyer call her over and your heart breaks.
You can’t focus on her though because Dana calls out to you, “Firework to the face, they need you in South 10.”
You nod and glove up as you enter the room, questions tumbling out of you quickly.
You leave the room in a bloody gown and your hair falling out of the braid. You’re stewing in frustration when you plop down next to Mel, ready to offer an olive branch because she looks like she needs a shoulder.
“What did lawyer lady want, Mellie?”
Her shoulders touch her ears. “I have to go back. I need to have another deposition.”
“Fuck,” you groan, “I’m sorry Mel.” She nods, turning to you with a sheepish smile.
“You were right about me and Becca and I’m sorry I snapped.”
You shrug, reaching in your pocket for a KitKat before giving it to her. “I probably should’ve waited for a better time to say it. I’m sorry too.”
She takes the chocolate and offers you a rectangle before chomping three at once.
Another patient is wheeled in, and you sigh, “The night shift beckons, Mel. I’ll see you tomorrow for sudoku?”
She nods, “And pizza.”
You nod as you stand, “I’ll pick you up, Mellie girl.”
You’re working nonstop for another three hours and by the time you find Jack when you’re practically seething.
You’re fucking tired of people who don’t want medical attention ending up in your care.
The mother who wanted a ‘free birth,’ the naturopath who needed to have their stomach pumped and nearly died debating care, a man who didn’t believe in vaccines who had tetanus, and a father who refused to have the blood of their child transfused and was willing to let the child potentially die until the mother arrived.
You’re at your wits end and you’re not sure how many more of these crazies you can take in one night.
Anyway, now there’s finally a lull in the night shift and you couldn’t be more glad.
He’s coming out of the bathroom when you spot him, your eyes simmering with anger. He looks good in his black scrubs and the sight of him ignites something in the out of your stomach.
“Tinkerbell,” he starts, all flirty and sweet. Then he sees your expression, “You look like you could commit a crime or two.”
You don’t even say anything, just fist his scrubs shirt and drag him to the on-call room. When you lock the door he looks around and frowns, he can tell by the look in your eyes what you want, but it’d be inappropriate.
“I love your enthusiasm baby, but this isn’t the right time.”
Your eyes flash to his, “I really need you to shut up, Jack. My stress levels are high enough, and I had a fight with Mel, we made up but I’m still annoyed and I need you to help me mellow out.”
Maybe it’s your tone, or maybe the way you sound so worked up or the heat in your fucking voice, maybe it’s just you, but he gives in almost immediately.
Who’s he to deny his pretty, hotheaded girlfriend?
“Yes ma’am.” Your lips smash to his, your body tingling as the stress ripples through you.
You nip at his lip and then his jaw and then his neck, your hands feverish as they roam Jack’s skin.
“Need you to help me destress.” You murmur as you pull away panting.
Jack’s eyes are wild as they land on yours, his hands fall to your neck. He can feel your pulse thumping erratically against his thumb and that excites him more than it should.
“Maybe I’ll make you wait,” Your eyes flare and he smirks, he can tell you’re seconds away from losing your mind and cussing him out; “I’m messing, sweetheart.”
His mouth is on your neck, and your hands fall to the hair at the nape of your neck. “Please Jack, no teasing.”
He mutters something against your neck you don’t hear but he makes his way to his knees and tugs your pants down.
“Jesus fucking Christ, princess.” He hooks one of your legs over his shoulder, his paw of a hand stabilizing you. “You’re fucking wrecked, baby.” He kisses your knee, cheek pressing into your over warm skin. “Can’t leave you like this even if I didn’t have time.”
You thread your hands through his hair, tipping his head back. “I usually love you yapping away but I really need you to fuck me right now before I go fucking ballistic.”
Jack smirks, “So fucking bossy, princess.” His thumb swipes at your clit making your thighs twitch. “But you do get whatever you want, don’t you?”
He wastes no time after that, mouth in your inner thighs before he moves to where you’re dripping for him.
Your back arches the second his tongue flicks your clit. Your moans echo the room when he latches onto it and sucks.
Your hands fist his hair tighter and you can feel his moan ripple through you. “Oh fuck,” you breathe, trying to keep yourself steady as he tongue fucks you in the middle of the room. “Jack.”
His first finger slips in and your eyes roll back, your heart skips a beat and your stomach clenches. He pushes his finger till it presses against the spongy part inside of you and your breath hitches.
He sets a slow pace but the tip of his finger presses the spot so good that your thighs can’t help but shake.
“Gonna,” you start and he adds another finger just as he nips at your clit. You squeal, your hand flying to cover your mouth as you try to keep your composure.
Jack doubles down, pushing both fingers as far as they’ll go and crooking them as he sucks and licks at your clit. You can see the staticky dots of stars behind your eyes.
“Make me fucking cum, Jack.”
He doubles his efforts and you’re making a mess on his face in no time, your teeth sinking into your palm to stop yourself from screaming.
He holds into your lower back as you calm down, looking up at you from between your legs. “Good?”
You shake your head as you tug him up, smashing your lips together. “Want you to fuck me please.”
“So polite and sweet after you cum,” he laughs against your mouth but makes quick work of tugging his pants down and pushing your back to the wall. “Tell me if I’m hurting you.” He spits in his hand, pumping his cock a few times before meeting your eyes. “I mean it.”
You nod, “Promise,” you kiss his lips and then his nose, “Now fuck me.” Then you’re wrapping an arm around his shoulder and neck as he lines his cock up with your entrance.
You both groan as he pushes in, your other hand squeezing his bicep as he bottoms out.
You feel like he’s splitting you open, and you’re about to tell him how full you feel when his thumb sneaks down to find your clit.
“Fuck,” you mewl, your forehead dropping to his cheek as you try to muffle yourself. “Please move,” you whine, the hand you hand around his shoulder squeezing as he draws back.
“Taking me so well, princess.” He gruffs, hips snapping back to yours sharply. “Could live in this cunt.”
You’re reduced to mush in a second, his thumb on your clit, his cock hitting that spot just right and now his lips on your neck all have you floating to a space only Jack can take you to.
“So stressed you need me to fuck you better, baby?”
“Yeah,” you breathe, trying to focus on being quiet as Jack repeatedly finds the spot that makes you scream.
“Needed me to make everything better, hm?”
He encourages when the only sound escapes you are broken gasps and moans.
“Yeah,” you manage, your eyes barely open. “Getting close.”
Jack hooks his hands under your knees and the new angle has your head pressed into the wall and your eyes screwed shut.
“Look so pretty like this, baby,” he frees a hand and holds your chin, angling your face to his. “Open your eyes princess.”
You try but he grinds into you at the same time and your fingers dig into his shoulders. “Wanna see your eyes, pretty girl. You look so pretty when you cum for me.” He’s so evil, rubbing your clit and using that tone but when it’s paired with his cock slamming into you, you can’t help but want to listen.
You manage to open them and the second they land on Jack you’re done for. “Cumming,”
Jack chuckles, breathy and punchy as he feels you clench around him. “All it takes is my cock and a little praise and you’re like fucking putty, baby.” He fucks you through your orgasm, hand squeezing your hips as he tries to stave off his own orgasm.
“Cum in me,” you moan, fucking yourself down on his cock as you feel it twitch inside of you. “Please Jack, I need it. I really really need it.”
He groans, two hands on your hips as his thrusts speed up. “Gonna be the fucking death of me.”
He doesn’t last much longer, filling you up and pressing his head to your collarbone.
It takes you both a minute to catch your breath but as soon as Jack does he’s laying you on the bed and opening one of the cupboards to find wipes.
“You okay, sweetheart?” You nod as he cleans you up, the coldness of the wipes making your legs twitch.
“How’s your leg, baby?” You ask as you tug him up next to you, your hand slipping under his pants leg to tug the prosthetic off. You open your hand for a wipe that he passes, and you clean it up for him.
“Not too bad,” he kisses your temple, then your cheek. “You never get this stressed,” he starts slowly, “Wanna talk about it?”
You shrug, sitting up on your elbows. “Nobody wants to be treated but everyone wants to know what’s wrong with them.”
He nods, kissing your cheek before leaning over to get your pants up; but jot before pressing quick kisses to the tops of your thighs.
“And your blood sugar is fine now? I know stress makes it higher than usual.”
“I left my phone by Dana.”
Jack nods, “It should be good though,” he smirks, “What with all that physical activity? It should be at the high end of 100.”
“Give me a kiss.” He smirks as he leans over you, nose bumping yours.
“Bossy bossy,” still he presses your lips together. “I love you, eat your dinner in the fridge and have a coke if you’re too low. We have seven hours left.”
“I love you too, I’ll try.” You inhale deeply, “Dana’s gonna give me hell.”
“Oh yeah,” he laughs and you can’t wait, you love that woman; even if you’d rather spontaneously combust than have her rib you over your time spent with Jack Abbot at work.
You bump into Parker on your way out and she takes a peek inside and finds Jack chugging an energy drink and checking you out.
“Supposed to be ‘night crawlers’ and y’all just crawling over each other.” She shakes her head with a smirk as she tosses you an apple with a wink.
Your cheeks burn as you make your rounds, your teeth sinking into the apple when you check your sugar and find it at 160.
