jack abbot who keeps reminding himself that hes old
that a lot of the aches and pains are never going to go away and hes all banged up and samira mohan are you sure about this?
“im grown jack. i can make my own choices.” and her hairs falling down around her as she props herself up above him in bed, and she looks like an angel so jack should probably listen to what she has to say. probably.
“but what? would you rather i date someone younger? closer to my own age?”
jack shrugs, and it probably looks as pathetic as he feels
samira makes a face. “what, you want me to date whittaker?”
that makes jack huff out a laugh, thinking of what hes heard in the pitt rumor mill about who is and isnt sleeping with who. “i think you’d be barking up the wrong tree with that one.”
“ok, then how about langdon?”
samira smiles, tracing a finger around jacks collarbone. “i think my points been made then. you, doctor abbot-“ she leans down to kiss him, and jack likes how she tastes like the spearmint mouthwash from his own bathroom. “-you are just right.”
jack strokes her cheek with his thumb, and then a mischevious glint appears in samiras eye, the one she gets before she tries out something new, something ‘so crazy it just might work’ in the ED.
“but if you really want me to be with someone younger than you, i guess there’s always robby-“
jack growls, and samira laughs because she has him hook line and sinker as he grabs her by the waist and flips them over.
“oh you are nothing but trouble, mohan”
samira squeals as jack kisses down her neck and under her chin and tickles her with stubble, and thats all it really takes to remind jack abbot that hes not that old.
