jack abbot for all his strength and resilience, still had his moments. when the two of you finally came together, he was so surprised to find someone so dedicated to self-regulation. you were a creature of habit, and practicing self-care was of the utmost importance. every day after work, carving out the time to just unwind, sometimes that's in the form of a workout, a home-cooked meal, or baked, or like tonight, a long bath finished with copious amounts of body lotions & oils worked into the skin until you smelled sweet of almonds and raspberries. the grey cotton nightie is soft against your skin. jack comes into the shared bedroom, stopping at the foot of the bed seeing you propped up against the pillow, laid out and with a book in your hand raised up to your nose. the sound of his bag hitting the floor pulled you out of the your concentration, a warm smile pulled at your lips, setting the book down watching as jack started to strip himself of his scrubs.
"is my honeybee home? i missed you. how was work?" your voice was syrupy sweet, filled with warmth. jack got down to just his boxers before sitting at the edge of the bed, removing his prosthetic, peeling off the sock, and massaging the stump where blood had likely pooled beneath the skin.
he was awfully quiet, a telltale sign of a difficult night. explained why he came home a little later than usual. he was clean, freshly showered. he only ever showered at the hospital for 2 reasons: covered in too much fluid for it to wait till he got home or whatever was weighing him down needed to be left at the hospital. he had become a bit spiritual in terms of energy transfer. there was a steady few months where he'd find himself feeling even lower when he got home, and by consequence, lashing out at you in unwarranted ways. at some point, he made it a rule that whatever shitty things happened at work, stayed there; he couldn't bring that baggage home, into the one domain he so ferociously protected. he found showering at the hospital, washing it all away, both physically and mentally, made it easier to come home.
crawling up behind him, his back is to you as he worked to massage the ache. you pressed a gentle kiss to his shoulder, hands resting on his biceps as you kissed along his shoulder blade. trailing your lips up to his neck and stopping just below his ear as you settled behind him. hands sliding from his arms to around his waist until they settled on his stomach, a huff of breath came as he exhaled and relaxed back into your touch, one hand resting atop yours as you peered at him over his shoulder. exhaustion settled into the fine lines of his face, the same wrinkles by his eyes that you'd grown to love that crinkled with joy when he looked at you, remained unmoving now. his eyes drifted up to yours when you brought your hand to rest on his cheek, tilting his face up. brows knit with concern, sparkling doting eyes, your thumb smoothed over his cheek, a creeping thought of what wrong he turned right to have been so lucky to have you in his life.
"bad day, just a bad day, angel." his voice was rough; he did his best to sound reassuring, but the pained expression and tension in his shoulders were enough to tell you he needed comfort.
"let me make it better now," he followed your voice like a siren calling, hands tugging up and into the bed. beneath the sheets and blankets, his body was warm, pressed firmly against you. his thigh slotted between your own legs as he pulled you into his embrace, strong arms wrapped around your waist as he rested his head on your chest. one hand was tangled in the soft grey curls of his head while the other ran up and down the expanse of his back, his breathing evening out with every stroke and scratch. eyes closed, stubble scratched against your chest as he placed a chaste kiss to your breast where his face was buried. nails dragging lightly against his scalp and shoulders while you pressed kisses into his forehead, he lay content. not a single thought of the day's work that had him so close to collapse was gone, the weight lifted off his shoulders the minute his angel was there to take it.
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