#jack rollins

Brock leans into her, planting a gentle kiss on her forehead. "I love you," he murmurs against her skin. He couldn’t quite grasp how he found himself in this moment. How could someone as amazing and remarkable as Calleigh choose to be with him? But he cherished it. His heart swelled at the sight of her, and that euphoric feeling of love radiated throughout his entire being whenever he was close to her. Oh, how he longed to share every moment of his life with her, in this world and the next.

He leaned in, unable to resist; softly pressing his lips to hers, drawing her closer, deepening the kiss.

Her body reacts immediately; she swings one leg over him, sitting upright, her hands pressing against his firm chest. Brock hums in approval as his rough, warm hands travel up her thighs.

Calleigh's gaze falls on his alarm clock. "Shit!" she exclaims, panic seizing her. She hadn’t checked in yet. She was meant to be at Jess’ place, or at least that’s what Jack believed. And she hadn’t checked in yet; she was well aware of Jack’s feelings about this. Despite being an adult with a full-time job and paying her own taxes, to him, she remained that little girl, and he worried endlessly about her if she spent the night away or if he was uncertain of her whereabouts. This might be due to the four years they spent apart, but she still held onto the hope that he would eventually ease up on his concerns.

Brock followed her line of sight, then once more locked eyes with her, his brow raised in curiosity. "What?" he asked with a playful grin.

"It’s 11:30 in the morning," she remarked. "My dad will soon call for a search party," she continued. He might not go to such extremes, but he would definitely reach out; not just to her, but also to Molly and Jess. And likely Brock too. There was already enough deception. Her heart races in her chest. The anxiety of being discovered looms over her. Even though Brock’s place is probably the last spot her dad would think to search for her, the fear remains palpable.

"I wouldn’t stress too much about that, Princess," he grins, flipping them so he’s suddenly on top of her. Calleigh giggles softly, wrapping her arms around him, parting her legs to hold him close. "Because I’m typically that search party," he reminds her, leaning down to plant a kiss on her lips. "And I know precisely—" he teases, placing another kiss on her lips, "where you are," he finishes, tucking a few strands of hair behind her ear.

He wasn’t mistaken. Brock was often the one Jack called when he was anxious about her. Brock would go out to search, while Jack remained home in case she came back on her own. Usually, she did, but Brock had picked her up from various locations over the years. She recalls how mortifying that used to be during her teenage years. No one else had parents who sent actual Soldiers to fetch them. But Brock was generally laid-back about it; after all, he and her dad were best friends, as close as brothers. It wasn’t odd, considering all the experiences they had shared. Being overseas together; in war zones, those experiences were bound to forge a strong, unbreakable connection between people.

 "And I truly believe," he said with a playful grin. "That you and I," he continued, leaning closer to her ear and giving it a mischievous little nip. "Right in the midst of everything," he teasingly murmurs. "were interrupted...," he adds, gradually lifting his gaze to meet hers. "And I really want to...," he continues, clearly enjoying the moment. His hands glide up her sides, lifting her shirt just enough for his fingers to slip beneath it, gently cupping both of her breasts. "finish that," he said, his thumb brushing over her sensitive nipple.

"Mmmm," she hums contentedly, as Brock leans in and captures the sound from her lips with a deep, possessive kiss that leaves her feeling lightheaded. Being close to him feels incredible, safe, and secure. She wishes to remain in this moment forever.

"I love you," he nearly whispers against her skin as his lips graze her neck, slowly pulling her shirt higher to reveal her breasts before swiftly removing it altogether. He buries his face between them, cradling them in his hands before trailing his lips up to her collarbone and neck, lying down on top of her. It feels so good, so warm, and her skin is so soft against his; it feels like cotton or silk. It wasn't merely that he wanted to be with her; no, he simply couldn't bear the thought of being apart from her.

She glided her hands along the rippling, corded muscles of his back. The sensation of his warm, muscular body pressed against hers is nothing short of incredible. She can feel herself becoming increasingly aroused, simply by being this close to him. The heat of his skin against hers ignites a fire within her. Each stroke of his rough thumb over her nipple, every gentle kiss that steals her breath away, every whispered word and every appreciative groan makes her pussy clench with desire.

His hands slowly travel down her sides; it’s a sensual exploration as he traces every curve. Then he grips her hips, slipping his fingers beneath the waistband of her sleep shorts, placing a soft kiss on her stomach as he tugs at them; she lifts her hips, assisting him in the process.

The kiss he placed on her stomach while tugging at her shorts was something he felt compelled to do; he couldn’t wait for his lips to connect with her skin. Once she was completely bare on his bed, he tossed her shorts aside. He was almost desperate to taste her, to feel her, to hear her moans, to sense her body shivering beneath him. To hear her call his name. Damn, how he craved her.

Gradually, he traveled back up her body, planting gentle kisses along the way.

"Brock," she exhales as he presses his groin against her, the bulge in his pants unmistakably showing that he’s just as stirred as she is. It’s an intoxicating sensation to know she’s the one igniting these feelings in him, and his responses. That she alone can transform a man like Brock from the rational, mature thinker he usually is, into this; someone who has abandoned all logic.

"I know..." he groans into her neck, his mouth teasing and sucking at her warm skin. "I need you, Princess," he whispers. He rises onto his knees, slipping his thumbs into the waistband of his sweatpants. He has to liberate himself, to genuinely experience all of her against him. A groan of relief escapes him as he pulls them down, releasing his thick erection. The swollen, bulbous tip flushed, already leaking pre-cum.

She can already sense the throbbing desire between her legs as she looks at him; she craves him deep inside her, to feel his fullness stretching her walls. Unconsciously, she thrusts her hips against him. 

"No, no, Princess," he playfully jests, his strong hands resting on her hips as he gently pushes her into the mattress. "So eager," he grins, drawing a desperate whimper from her. "Shhh, Princess," he whispers, leaning down to take her nipple into his mouth. "Let me take care of you," he breathes against her sensitive skin.

She gasps his name as she feels his finger slowly gliding through her wet folds, exploring every inch of her on its journey. Brock hums in appreciation, allowing his finger to dip into her warm, wet heat before sliding it back up to her clit, spreading her wetness around. She mewled, feeling his rough fingers expertly rub against her most sensitive spot; he leaned in closer, stealing the sound from her swollen, kissed lips.

"Does that feel good?" He breathes into her neck, tasting and inhaling her scent as he rubs slow, sweet circles around her swollen bud.

"Uh-huh…," she murmurs, biting her bottom lip. Perhaps he wanted her to actually articulate the words. But she struggled to find the right ones. The ones she did manage to find felt too… "Yes," she moaned out. That should at least count for something. She tried; she deserved points for that.

"Fuck, you’re so beautiful," he rasps, locking eyes with her. His gaze is dark, filled with a hunger that sends shivers down her spine as he gazes into her eyes. He looks at her like a predator eyeing its prey; his pink tongue slowly darts out as he licks his lips.

Her breath hitches when she realizes that she is the prey, the hunger in his eyes is directed at her; and she can’t help but wonder what her own eyes reveal, what he perceives from them.

Brock placed another kiss on her lips, savoring the moment for a few seconds, before gradually making his way down her body, planting a kiss on her stomach before pausing between her legs. She opens her legs a little wider, inhaling sharply; biting her lower lip, she gazes at him with half-closed eyes, eager for his next action. The tension in the air is thick; the entire experience is exhilarating, and she can feel her body yearning for him. She’s overwhelmed with desire, her arousal evident.

Gently, she reaches out to touch him, but he seizes both her wrists, holding her arms firmly against the mattress. His grip isn’t harsh; rather, this unexpected shift ignites an even stronger desire within her. She can’t fully grasp the reason, yet she relishes this moment of him taking charge. It offers her a rare opportunity to release all her worries for once. To switch off her mind and allow someone else to steer the course of events. Not her entire life, just this moment. It feels exhilarating; it feels comforting and secure, to embrace adulthood and engage in mature experiences, while still being able to simply go with the flow.

 "Ahah," Brock glances up at her, a playful grin flickering across his lips. "Not today," he continues. His gaze drops for a brief moment, the sight of her dripping wet pussy causing his cock to pulse with desire. "Today, I’ll take charge," he murmurs, his voice heavy with want. "Without any help," he nearly growls the final words. He raises his eyes once more, locking onto her. Damn, she looks incredible. Flushed, aroused, so unbelievably sexy that he could scarcely believe she was there, with him.

"O-okay," she responds, swallowing loudly; that's the only sound she manages to produce. Her gaze is locked onto his. Witnessing the depth of his desire for her is astonishing, causing her pussy to clench with longing and urgency. Once more, she bites down on her bottom lip.

Damn, she looks stunning with her lower lip caught between her teeth. He gives her a wicked grin before leaning down, hovering over her pussy for a moment, sensing the moisture radiating from her. Although he yearns to tease her, to stretch out their time together, he can barely restrain himself any longer. His cock is pulsating with desire, and it feels as if his lips are begging to touch her, to savor her. Damn.

She feels his warm breath brushing against her lower lips, and the sensation sends her body into a frenzy. She craves him; she craves him right now. At this very moment, she can't wait any longer. "Please," she pleads breathlessly; it sounds almost whiny, but she's desperate to experience his tongue gliding between her folds; just the idea of it makes her throb.

She doesn’t have to ask twice; the first glide of his tongue has her clinging to the sheets. Then, she lets out a breathless moan that’s downright filthy; between her legs, Brock is feasting on her slopping wet pussy like a man starved. 

“Ohh, fuck,” she moans, feeling how her whole body is reacting to his touch, all the way out into her fingertips. She still can’t move her arms, since Brock is still holding them in place, but she manages to grab the sheets beneath them. She bends her legs a bit more, looking at him, feasting on her like she was his final meal. God, how amazing this feels. 

He lets his tongue slowly glide through her wet folds, slowly curling it before dipping in momentarily; then he moves back up, circling her clit with flawless precision. The taste of her and the way her body reacted to his touch makes him yearn for more. It’s like he can’t get enough of her. 

Her hips buck up on their own accord; Brock hums in appreciation before he lets go of her wrists and drapes his arm over her lower stomach, effectively pinning her to the bed. Then he slowly wraps his lips around her clit, sucking softly; at the same time, a thick finger glides into her dripping heat; a second finger joins it, bumping into that oh-so-delicious spot; she moans, desperately trying to grind down. 

“Ah ah ah,” Brock tuts at her, licking his swollen shiny lips. “You stay still now, Princess,” he murmurs against her inner thigh before slowly letting his fingers massage that sensitive spot inside her, relishing in her moans. 

 “Ungh,” she lets out, followed by a needy moan as her body trembles under his touch.  

“Do you have any idea how incredible you taste?” He continues, looking up at her body, watching her face. God damn how extraordinarily beautiful she is, and the way her pussy clenches around his fingers. Fuck. He could stay like this forever, watching how she gripped around his fingers every time he touched that spongy spot within her. “Want to tell me how good this feels?” He husks, voice dripping with raw lust and desire. He longs to hear her voice, to hear her say his name. He flattens his tongue, then slowly, teasingly drags it up her slick folds. 

She opens her mouth, but only a whimper escapes; she can’t form any words. And even if she could, how was she supposed to tell him? What kind of words should she use? Every sentence she manages to come up with sounds like something out of a comedy show. It feels stupid. He makes it sound so easy, but she can’t, she wants to, but the words are slipping through her fingers. 

Brock lets the palm of his hand rest on her pussy, before slowly dragging his fingers out and gliding them through her wet folds and then gently bumping them against her clit, making her gasp. 

Calleigh feels her heartbeat reach her throat. The way he’s touching her; it’s like he already knows what she likes. The teasing, the words, his touch; it’s all so perfect. She lets out another moan, unable to stop it. 

He hums appreciatively, continuing to glide his fingers up her stomach, leaving a trail of her juices all the way up to her breasts. Then he softly plays with her right nipple, smearing more of her juices around before softly sucking the nipple into his mouth. 

“Ahhh.. Brock,” she mewled, sliding her hands into his thick hair. Having him close like this; it was so heavenly amazing, she never wanted to leave this moment. 

Brock can’t take this any longer, he reaches down and grabs his neglected cock giving it a squeeze and a couple of strokes before gripping the shaft; he slowly drags the tip through her glistening pussy, letting out a moan from the sweet sensation of her soft wet heat. 

She closes her eyes, basking in the sensation of the closeness. The feeling is almost overpowering. The need that builds up inside her makes her buck her hips up against him, desperate to feel him inside, to feel him stretch her walls. It’s an ache she’s never felt before; the throbbing between her legs is almost too much, and it felt easier to beg for it this way rather than use actual words. Though Brock would probably not mind words, maybe he even wanted her to say it out loud. 

Suddenly the looming heat of his body is gone; she opens her eyes, feeling the mattress beside her dip. Slowly turning her head towards him. He’s lying there with a cheeky smile, his hand around his fat cock, stroking it. 

“Climb on up, Princess,” he rasps, gesturing with his head. 

Calleigh swallows. “Wha?” She lets out. Looking down at his sculpted chest and abs; god damn he looks so good. Her eyes gradually slid lower, really taking in his hand as he slowly pleased himself. She doesn’t know how to do this. What if she’s doing it all wrong? What if she hurts him? What if… Before giving herself any more time to talk herself out of it, she tosses her thigh over him, her hand planted firmly on his chest, trying to steady herself. His big warm hands grip her hips, holding her as she adjusts. 

Brock hums appreciatively, his eyes roaming over her body, taking in all her beauty as he rubs his hands up her thighs, her stomach and her breasts, cupping them. Fuck, he’s about to push himself over the edge. 

“Need to feel you, Princess,” he groans. 

This is it. The point of no return. She can slide off him, and lie back down, or she can let him lead her, guide her. The decision is not hard to make when she meets his eyes. He looks at her like she hung the moon and stars in his sky. 

She drags her bottom lip in with her teeth, biting it as she lifts herself; she can feel his hand moving between them as he grips his cock. She lets herself sink slowly, feeling the blunt head breach her, all she wanted to do was to look at his face, to meet his eyes, to see if he enjoyed this as much as her, but the sheer pleasure was just too much; her eyes slid close, head lolls back. Fuck.

Brock groans deep in his chest as her velvety walls engulf him; the sound of her moans mixed with his own does something to him, something he cannot put into words. Slowly she continued to let him stretch her walls, inch by inch, until finally she was fully seated. “Fuck, you’re so tight around me,” he half grunted, at least it felt like he did. 

 She shivers on top of him, the glide of his cock against her pulsating walls make her legs quake; her fingers dig into his pecs, not only to steady herself, but to ground herself, to feel the connection both outside and inside. The tightening of his muscles, the ragged breathing and the low grunts from him as he grips her thighs, make her realize that he’s just as a mess as she is right now. 

Once she’d adjusted to his girth, she sat up and wiggled her hips. She has absolutely no idea how to do this, but it feels so good that she’s not about to stop–Brocks moans and groans, pushing her closer and closer to oblivion. 

“Princess, you gotta move I —,” he grunted, his fingers flexing on her thighs. Feeling how her pussy enveloped him was overwhelming, pushing him towards the heavens. 

She nodded wordlessly, there was no need for words in this situation, and she wasn’t sure if she was able to talk at all. She gave her hips an experimental roll, a breathless moan rolled over her lips when she felt his cock slide against her G-spot. Even though she has absolutely no clue how to actually do this, or if she’s doing it right; it feels too good to pass. And with the noises escaping Brock—at least she’s doing something right.

Even though she’s almost afraid to slip and hurt him, she leans back, placing her palms on his thighs, carefully moving up and down on him. Brock’s hands move to her waist, filling her with a strange sense of newfound confidence; she picks up the pace bouncing on his cock. 

Brock has to look, he has to see this. He lifts his head, looking down on himself where they’re connected. Fuck, the sight of her pussy moving up and down his cock mixed with the feeling of her velvety walls clenching around him is almost more than he can take. “Oooo, fuuuuck,” he moans. “I’ve never felt this way before,” he continues, letting his hands slide down her inner thighs. His voice is wrecked, he’s wrecked. Holy Mary mother of Jesus, he’s completely done for. 

His words and the way he utters them does something to her, to her whole body; her pussy clenches around him, gripping him more tightly with each new thrust inside. 

 “Pri… Fuck!” He moans, voice dripping with raw lust. 

She can’t help but smile at his inability to form words. The realization that she’s the one that makes him feel like this is nothing short of amazing, and she never want this moment to end. She adjust slightly, trying to move at a different angle, feeling his body tense even more. 

Another deep groan from the back of his throat escapes him, before he grabs her hips again; planting his feet on the bed, he starts to fuck up into her meeting her halfway. The sounds of their harsh breathing and their skin slapping echo around the room as he pounds into her. 

“Ahhh, ahhh, ahhh,” Calleigh mewl, she can feel herself moving closer to the edge, feel herself starting to tire; Brock feels it too. He sits up when she starts to slow down; he jerks her forward, smashing their lips together in a filthy kiss.  

“Oh yes—fuck!” He moans into the kiss. He tightens his grip on her, then, in one swift motion she’s on her back with him on top of her. 

He wastes no time; moving slowly inside her, letting his lips trail her neck before his teeth teases her earlobe. Feeling how her walls clenched desperately around him. 

“Keep doing that, Princess,” he breathes into her ear. “So tight!” He moans.

Her whole body is lit up like a livewire; how can words alone make her feel like this? Even without any real substantial knowledge on the subject, she genuinely believes that he could make her come with words alone. She’s totally done for; she doesn't even know where to place her hands, she lost every bit of control she could possibly lose. Totally surrendering to the moment. 

“Oh my…. Fsssskhh..,” she keens breathlessly, unable to form any real words. 

Brock slowly moves his hands up in her hair, weaving his fingers in, feeling the slight tickle on the delicate skin between his fingers. He then grabs some of her hair, holding it in a soft grip. 

Oh holy fuck. His grip isn’t hard at all, but god damn the feeling she gets from it. She’s never experienced, read about or even seen anything sexier, not even in her favorite books or movies. She opens her eyes for a brief moment, meeting his. The look is so intense it takes her breath away. “Brock,” she manages to breathe out, before their lips crash together again. 

The kiss is raw, filthy and intense, his tongue wrestling with hers as he continues to plunge into her. She can feel her toes curling, her fingernails scraping his back, holding on like her life depended on it. 

“You wanna cum?” Brock grunts after a hard thrust. Her heart skips a beat. What should she say? How is she supposed to react to a question like that? ‘Yes, Brock! Want to cum’? Sounds really stupid in her head. But then again, he asked, so it’ll probably not be stupid for him. The million-dollar question is…. If she can actually say the words out loud. 

“Want me to make you cum?” He asks again. His body is in overdrive, and he struggles to hold back his own release. But he’s determined to put her first. He made a promise to himself to do that, and he wasn't gonna break it. 

His cock glides over that spot inside her as his grip on her hair tightens a bit. Shit, she’s gonna cum, no doubt about it. She can already feel the first bursts of energy from within her core. “Yes! Yes! Yes!” She cries out before relinquishing control, letting pleasure take over completely. Launching her body into pure ecstasy. Her moans reached new heights, and Brock would surely have nailmarks on his back. 

“Fuck, Princess,” Brock moans, feeling how his body teeters on the edge, just before that blissful jump into paradise. “Yes, that’s it, cum for me—shit—fuck—I’m gunna cum…,” he rasps, leaning his forehead against her shoulder as he thrusts into her with all his might. 

His hips stutter, losing their rhythm as he fucks into her one…. Two….three times, then he stills with a low grunt as he cums, painting her walls. His hips moved lazily, working them both through the climax while placing a light feathery kiss on her shoulder before he gently collapses on top of her. 

Calleigh slowly begins to come down from the high, feeling her breath steadily go back to normal; Brock’s breathing against her skin is also slowing down. She can still feel him inside her as her pussy spasms and her legs tremble. Fuck, that was intense. 

Brock lifts himself up, and gently pulls out of her with a low, almost inaudible groan, flopping onto his back next to her. He snags the duvet, covering them both up; as soon as he’s settled, Calleigh rolls over, resting her head on his chest, listening to his rapid heartbeat. He chuckles softly, can’t help it, being close to her brings him so much joy he almost feels that it isn't real. Could his life really be filled with that much happiness? 

He wraps his arm around her, his fingers making soft movements down her spine. “Your skin is so soft, Princess…,” he whispers into her hair. 

She can hear his heart beating rapidly in his chest. The sound calms her down as she’s letting the last waves of their shared experience rush through her body. Her brain can’t quite process that he’s even talking to her, so she hums in reply, hoping that is enough. 

Brock’s heart skips a beat from her lack of a real reply; panic starts to rise in his chest. Fuck, did he scare her?

He did dive in head first this time. Dirty talk, hair grabbing; totally forgetting about the age and experience gap. Losing himself in the moment, forgetting about her. Fuck! He shouldn’t have done that; he should have slowed down and checked in with her to make sure she was onboard with everything. How could he be so stupid, so self absorbed? Fuck. Now what should he do? Should he pull away, give her space? That might scare her even more, given her obvious doubts about herself and her abilities. Jesus, what is wrong with him? Usually he’s not this stupid. He forgot, he forgot his promise, he forgot about her. Damn. Even though she never told him to slow down, maybe she was too scared to do so. He’s a big strong guy, probably twice her size, and literally twice her age. God damnit. This was so not thought through. 

And now; she’s laying there, on his chest, not saying anything. He can’t even see her face to gauge where her head is. Stupid Brock! He thinks, mentally kicking himself for not stopping to even think about her age and inexperience. 

He takes a deep shuttering breath, dragging his free hand over his face. Stupid Brock, he reminds himself. 

The fog that clouded Calleigh's mind slowly leaves, her brain finally starts to really take in her surroundings. And she realizes that his heart is still beating rapidly. His movements are slow and careful, too careful. Did she do something wrong? Should she have talked more? Kissed more? She knew this would become a problem. Her lack of experience is probably boring him. 

She makes a split decision and rolls over to her stomach to look at him. His face is flushed, at least from the part she can see, the part that isn’t hidden under that bear paw of a hand. Those fingers were inside of her. Jesus Christ. No matter what the outcome will be, she has to ask, keeping herself in the dark will only make the fall harder, when it eventually happens. 

“Brock…,” she whispers his name. Not knowing how to phrase her upcoming question. But she has to ask, not knowing will only make things harder for both of them. And things are complicated enough as it is. “Something wrong?” She continues. It felt easier to make the question general, and not about her in particular. It might make it easier for him to answer as well. A knot is forming in her stomach. She doesn’t even know if she wants to know if there’s something wrong, but she won’t know that until he answers, there’s no easy way around this. All she really wants to do is reach out and touch him, but she doesn’t dare to. 

Brock takes a deep breath before removing his hand. He has to say something, ask her if he went too far, if he was too rough, straight forward or if heaven forbid he scared her. But every sentence he comes up with sounds stupid and almost condescending towards her. He can’t think too long or too much about it either, because that will most certainly scare her. Time is running out, and he has to figure out what to say, like right now. 

She looks down on the mattress, nervously fiddling with the sheet under her naked body. Why isn’t he answering? Letting her down easy; he’s looking for a way to let her down easy. She should have behaved differently; maybe she should have followed his lead with the dirty talk. She shouldn’t have hesitated when he asked if she wanted to cum. It was just that…. She had no idea how to. And if she was completely honest with herself, she wasn’t sure if she ever would be.  

He can feel the nervousness radiating from her, and he absolutely hates it. Her being nervous around him means that; one, she’s unsure of him, and two; because he probably went way too far and moved way too quickly for her. Grabbing her wrists like that.. He should have stopped right there. What the hell was he thinking?

He clears his throat, still desperately searching his head for a sentence to say, that doesn’t sound stupid or downright condescending. 

“Err, do you like what we do…. I–I mean… together in bed?” Oh fuck him. That didn’t sound stupid at all. That didn’t make him feel fuckin’ 17 again. Not at all. “I—Is it good for you?” Perfect, Brock, he scolds himself. Trying to fix it with another sentence that took his age down a couple of more years. Great. 

Calleigh can’t help but smile. He’s sweet, being all careful and nervous. And it wasn’t her or her inexperience. It was him; wanting to take care of her. 

She crawls onto his chest, pushing a breathless oaf from him as she lays her upper body on him. She scans his face for any kind of retreat, but all she can see is love and care directed at her. It feels comforting, safe. 

“I love everything we do together in bed,” she smiles at him, wanting to return some of the comfort. Then she leans forward pressing a sweet kiss to his lips. Then she lays down beside him again, moving her hand to his face, tracing his stubbled jaw lazily. 

“Good…that’s good,” he breathes out. Thankful for her words, her smile, her trust. “I just… uh… kinda jumped in, forgetting this is all new to you..,” he cleared his throat before continuing. “And I’m sorry for that oversight… I’ll do better,” he moved a bit closer. “I promise,” he added, before leaning in, letting his lips meet hers. 

After several minutes just looking at each other, her tracing his facial features and him playing with her hair; wanting to prolong their time together, knowing it would soon be over, and that they once again had to hide what they were. 

She snuggles into him, tossing her arm over his chest and her leg around his, wrapping herself around him like a koala. 

“I trust you,” she whispers into his neck, before placing a kiss there. 

She can’t explain the relief she feels when he wraps his strong arm around her in return, holding her close. 

“I love you, Calleigh,” he whispers into her hair. Because he did; he loved her with his entire being. She was the missing piece. He couldn’t describe it any other way. 

He places a loving kiss on her forehead, listening to her hum happily in return, snuggling even closer. They both knew that this moment would soon be over. They fell quiet, savoring whatever little time they had before they had to go back to just being Calleigh, Jack’s daughter and Brock, Jack’s best friend. 

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