General Kenobi is the ONLY correct response. Call me Claire! [she/her] 30's, flirty and drowning in the minutiae of daily life. 18+ only please. Seriously. Minors will be blocked. Follow me @simultaneously-sick-and-calm for some Anime shit. 🤍
Series topics: Fix-it fic. Eddie survived and Hawkins isn't broken. Eventual smut. Female reader. Some Angst.
Tw: discussion of injuries/scars. Discussion of mental health/depression/allusion to escapist tenancies.
Notes: this is a self-indulgent fic, so be warned the reader has a lot of specific traits, including the tattoo which yes is an exact copy of mine ☺️
Summary: You knew of Eddie Munson in high school, and you always thought there was more to him than met the eye. After the whole mess of Fall '86, Wayne wanders into the library looking for The Lord of The Rings books, and you find out just how much you and Eddie have in common.
Teaser - Released 11.11.22
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Chapter 1: All we have to decide. - Released 12.4.22
Chapter 2: The world is ahead. - Released 1.20.23
Chapter 3: To the very fires of Mordor. - Released 3.7.23
Chapter 3.5: It is mine to give. - Released 10.17.23
Chapter 4: I would rather spend one lifetime with you. ~ TBA
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"for you, i would" is such a gentle and sweet love language like no maybe i wouldn't usually do this but i would love to do it if it would make you happy.
13k || All my content is 18+ MDNI || CW: jealous!Jack; insecure!Jack; soft and fluffy; reader has smoked a cigarette twice when under extreme stress; reader asks for a cigarette (jokingly?); alcohol; a hint of soft Dom!Jack if you squint; reference to brat-tamer!Jack being a little mean in a way you like; quick reference to the roof and jumping; reference to wishing to strangle someone (not reader, I bet you can imagine who); fingering; spit as lube; short description of oral; short description of PIV sex; not edited or beta-ed; no y/n or related
Summary: The aftermath of what Jack said to you and the outing to the bar.
AN: Hi!! Thank you all so much for the love on Part 1! Hopefully Part 2 will be okay. I think it might go a bit of a different direction than one might think, and a different direction than we might normally expect from me (?). I don't know lol. Also I fear I may have let some of you guys down with the bar scenes, but writing group scenes is very tiring for me lol and it wasn’t where I wanted to spend my time for this story and I was over writing fucking Dale and coming up with shitty flirting and trying to make it fit, so I’m sorry if the bar stuff isn’t what you were hoping for. I hope it ends up okay and that you're able to enjoy and thank you for reading! ♥️
You stare at Jack in disbelief as he walks away from you.
"Here's hoping you don't let him, I guess."
You know why he said it. You know that he's jealous and very insecure right now. You know he didn't and doesn't mean it. You know he already regrets it. And you know he does trust you. But none of that makes Jack's words hurt any less right now.
You force yourself to look away from Jack and walk to the bathroom. You turn the sink on and let the cold water run over your wrists, closing your eyes and tilting your head back.
"Just me," Dana says as she walks in, checking all the stalls before leaning back against the sink next to you. "You okay, Kid?"
You take in a deep breath through your nose and let it out. "You have a cigarette?" you half joke with her as you turn the water off and dry your hands.
"Ha!" Dana laughs. "Yeah, but I won't give you one."
"Why?" You give her a weak pout.
"Jack wouldn't be pleased with me. And I don't think you really want one." She flicks her eyebrows up at you.
You roll your eyes at her. "Well great news! He's already mad at me, so we can just tell him I snuck it from you without asking. If he even notices that I smoked. That would require him getting close enough to me to smell me and I don't think he's particularly interested in that right now." Dana is right though. You don't really want one.
She gives you a look. "No. But I will step outside with you if you want." You nod and the two of you leave the bathroom and walk out into the ambulance bay until you're standing in what's left of the sun. "So. You okay?"
You huff a laugh. "Well my creepy med school ex is here and I've had to spend the majority of my day suffering with him, and my boyfriend hates me, so I'm just great. So, so great."
"Jack does not hate you," Dana nudges you with her shoulder. "That man isn't capable of hating you, he loves you far too much."
"Let me be dramatic," you teasingly glower at her for a second. "Mad at me then. Jack's mad at me," you shrug. "For having a past it feels like And not being able to control someone else." You sigh, shaking your head. "Fucking Dale. And I get it. I totally fucking get it. If the situation was reversed and it was me having to watch him be with one of his flirty exes all day… He's reacting much better than I would be. Like so much fucking better. So I really do get it, and I know how irrational it is and how it's about insecurity and not really your partner, but I just. I don't like upsetting him or making him hurt and I think that's what I'm doing right now and I don't know how to fix it."
"I know it feels and seems like it's you, but it really isn't. To the extent he even is upset or hurt, it's not on you Kid. Like you said, his jealousy is about his insecurities and feelings." She gives you a sympathetic smile. "I don't think he's even mad at you. He's in his head. And that's a hard place for him to be sometimes."
"I know," you whisper, heart aching at the thought. "And I hate that. I don't want him there alone when he doesn't want to be alone and when it's hard and when he never has to be there alone again. I wish he'd just have a real conversation with me about it." You shake your head and rub your temples. "He seems to think there's some sort of competition going on between him and Dale to have me, but there's not. There's no question. I've been counting down the minutes until I get to be free from Dale. I count down the minutes until I get to fully be with Jack again when we're on shift together, or the minutes until I can go home to him when we're not. Jack is it for me, Dana, you know? He's the one."
Dana gives you a knowing smile, clearly thinking back to when she knew her husband was the one. "I do, yeah."
You chew on the inside of your cheek to try and fight off the tears you feel coming. You can't cry at work over this. It's incredibly unprofessional.
"I don't know how to make him understand that he's the only one I want and love. That he's the only person I've ever truly loved and been loved by. The only person to ever make me feel truly loved. Jack gives me everything, he leaves me wanting for nothing. He's not perfect because nobody is, but I couldn't create a better partner for me. I'd never let him go. He's Jack." You pause, trying to hold it together. "He's my Jack." Your voice cracks on his name and a few tears spill over. "All I want in this moment is a kiss from him and a big hug and him to tell me it's okay and we're okay and that everything is normal and good. I just want him," you sniffle.
You shake your head at yourself and wipe away your tears. "And I can't have that because we're at work and because I'm throwing myself a pity party and letting myself wonder if he even wants that anymore at all even though I know this is all because he's scared of losing me right now," you laugh sadly with Dana. You look over at her. "Right?" Dana nods, wraps you in a hug and rubs your back. "I just want him. But it's fine, everything will be fine. I'm just ready for the day to be over and to never see Dale again."
"You want me to talk to him?" Dana asks as she pulls out of the hug.
You shake your head at her. "That's not your job-"
"I asked. And I have a feeling that when we walk back in he's going to be watching us and come over to me and ask what's up. So if you're okay with it, I'll talk to him. Maybe tell him some of what you said?" She tilts her head at you and raises her eyebrows.
"Okay," you nod, "yeah, if you don't mind. But if you do, please don't. We'll figure it out. We always do."
Dana nods and flicks her head in the direction of the doors. "You ready?"
"Yeah." You clear your throat as you walk with her. "Sorry for this. Very unprofessional of me."
"It's fine, Hon. It happens," Dana chuckles.
You wipe at your eyes one last time as you cross the threshold back inside. "Does it look like I've been crying?"
She shakes her head. "Nah. You didn't cry long enough or hard enough for it to show."
"Good," you nod. "Thanks Dana." You smile at her and squeeze her arm before walking away, conscious of Jack's eyes tracking you.
Jack regrets it the minute he says it.
"Here's hoping you don't let him, I guess."
He has no idea why he doesn't immediately turn around and apologize. Maybe he doesn't want to see the look on your face, the hurt he knows has to be there. Maybe he doesn't want to risk you saying fine, that you will give Dale a chance to win you back. Maybe he's worried you won't forgive him.
Because Jack knows he's taking out his emotions, his insecurity and jealousy, on you rather than just discussing the whole situation with you. Part of him is scared to bring it up and have that be how you realize that all of his insecurities are actually things you should leave him for, just like he thinks.
It just feels so stupid and almost pathetic for him to be this insecure when he knows he doesn't have a reason to be. And he knows he doesn't need a reason for his emotions, but that lack of a reason makes it feel so much worse to him. So does him knowing you don't even like Dale, that you're desperate for the day to be over so you can get away from Dale and not have to play quite as nice.
Deep down Jack knows this isn't really about Dale per se, because he knows how you feel about Dale. Dale is just a representative of every person who flirts with you, of everyone who could take you from him, everyone who you could see is so much better than him.
He knows this is about himself. About how he sees himself, both generally and in relation to you. About how scared he is of losing you, of being hurt. About how he doesn't think he's good enough for you.
At least he knows what he'll be talking about with his therapist at his next session.
Jack tracks down all of the med students and residents, has everyone present or update him one last time so he's ready to hand off to Shen. He hates how nervous he is when he starts walking around looking for you so that you can update him.
When he can't find you he goes to the hub figuring you'll turn up there looking to update him eventually. He's only been there thirty seconds or so when he looks up and sees you and Dana walking in from the ambulance bay together. His eyes are glued to you as you reach up to your face and wipe at your eyes. Jack's heart and stomach fall at the sight.
You were crying. He made you cry. He wants to go to the roof and do it, and that's not even that dramatic. He hates himself for making you cry, which he tries very hard to not let make him even more insecure.
He watches you until he can't anymore, his head turning back to Dana who flicks her chin at the empty behavioral 1, telling Jack to follow her. He does quickly, eager and terrified to hear what she has to say, to find out why you were crying.
"Listen," Dana starts as Jack closes the door. "I get the jealousy. I know how instinctive and consuming and uncontrollable it can feel. But you're being an ass Jack, and you can't take out your jealousy and whatever other emotions you've got going on in your head on her. And, you know, to help with your jealousy, Jack, she loves you and wants you even when you're being an ass." She raises her eyebrows at him in emphasis.
"I know," he runs a hand through his hair, "believe me I know and I feel bad and I don't know why I'm being like this when I know she can't stand him," Jack sighs, shaking his head and looking at the floor. He wants to ask about the conversation Dana had with you, but it feels wrong to ask. "I…" he trails off as he looks back up at Dana.
"She told me I could talk about what she said during our conversation," Dana offers, trying to give Jack a place to start.
His eyebrows shoot up. "Really?" Dana nods. "Okay, well, um, how'd it go?" He's not sure what specifically he should ask about.
"Well she started the conversation by asking for a cigarette." Dana gives Jack a look.
"Shit," he mumbles, worrying his bottom lip between his teeth. You don't smoke. But you've admitted to Jack that you smoked once, after your licensing exam when you were so stressed and fried and keyed up that a friend offered you a cigarette and you just took it as something to focus on. And Jack has actually seen you smoke once, standing outside silently with Dana against the hospital wall after PittFest. So you asking for a cigarette is not a great sign. "Did she really want one?"
"Nah," Dana shakes her head with a small smile. "I don't think so."
Jack nods slowly. "She cried?" The strain in his voice is obvious.
"Mm," Dana hums, moving her head side to side a little as she thinks. "I don't know that I'd call it crying. She shed a few tears, yes."
Jack cringes, slamming his eyes shut and bowing his head for a moment. "Why?" he mumbles as he looks back up at Dana.
She gives him a sympathetic smile and laughs softly. "Because she loves you."
He furrows his brows at her and tilts his head, shaking it a little. "What does that mean?"
Dana shrugs. "She thought you were mad at her and I said I didn't think you were mad at her, just in your head. She said she knew and that she doesn't want you to be there alone when you don't want to be and don't have to be and that she wishes you'd have a real conversation with her. And she said that you're the only person she's ever truly loved and to ever truly love her and make her feel loved and that you're not perfect because nobody is, but that she couldn't create a better partner for herself and she'd never let you go. She said you're Jack and paused and then said you're her Jack and that's when the tears fell."
The bittersweet ache in his heart is so strong it feels harder to breathe. It's bittersweet because you're out here saying all these perfect and loving things about him, things you've been trying to tell him all day and he's being a dick to you and letting his emotions control him. "Fuck!" Jack runs his hand through his hair again, tugging at the roots a little just to try and center himself. "Fuck," he mutters under his breath. Now, even with as loved as he feels and the way you described your devotion to him to Dana, he's worried his attitude and behavior might have pushed you away just a little too far. He looks at Dana with eyes that reflect the ache in his heart. "Do you think she'll forgive me?"
"Well, she also told me toward the end of our conversation that all she wanted right now is a kiss and big hug from you and for you to tell her that it's okay and you guys are okay and everything is good and normal." Dana raises her eyebrows at him, smiling softly again, and moves toward the door. "So I think in some ways she already has forgiven you, Jack. But you gotta talk to her. Really talk to her and explain and be honest." She shoots him a pointed look before opening the door and walking back to the hub to hand everything over to Lena.
Jack stands there for a moment thinking about everything you said to Dana, everything you've said to him today. A million realizations hit him at once, all boiling down to the same conclusion that he's really known all day but that he's actually able to, for the first time today, believe.
He doesn't need to be jealous.
Even with all his insecurities and the reasons he can come up with for why he should be jealous and why you should be with someone else, anyone else, he doesn't need to be jealous. You're completely devoted to him in a way he's quite sure he doesn't deserve, especially with how he's been treating you today.
Jack knows he needs to find you, have a real conversation with you and apologize. Grovel if he has to, if that's what you want. He'll get down on his knees. But for some reason he doesn't think you're going to want that.
He walks out of the room and looks around for you. He spots Shen at the hub first and decides to just go hand off so he can continue his search for you.
Jack goes over and brings him up to speed on almost every patient but then remembers he hasn't checked in with you one last time. "Oh, let me go talk to her and I'll find you to finish."
Shen shakes his head as he takes a sip of his iced coffee. "You don't need to, she found me and just gave me the update directly because you were busy and honestly it was just easier, saves the game of telephone."
"Oh," Jack has to control the way his shoulders want to deflate and his voice wants to reveal his disappointment, "okay, yeah. That makes sense. That's it then. Floor is yours."
"Cool. Have fun at the bar tonight and have a drink for me," Shen tells Jack as he walks away.
"I don't think this place serves boozy iced coffee, but I'll try," Jack jokes with him.
You and Jack don't speak for the rest of the shift or before you all start walking to the bar. You're not sure if Jack wants to talk to you and for some reason you feel like you don't really know how to talk to him right now in a sense. You hate it. But you figure he'll come to you when he's ready.
Word had spread throughout the day and there's a good group of you going to the bar, a few people who didn't work today meeting you there. You change into a comfortable pair of jeans you keep in your locker and take your scrub top off so that you're just in your undershirt, wipe your arms and neck down with a baby wipe and then throw on your cotton zip-up jacket. You want as much of the day off you as possible. Jack has a similar idea, taking his scrub top off so that he's just in his undershirt and cargos.
You're already waiting with some of the group at the hub when Jack walks over. His eyes run up and down your form, appreciating the fit of your jeans and undershirt, a small smile twitching up at the corners of lips. That smile falls when he sees Dale give you similar elevator eyes and look at you hungrily. He clenches his jaw at it, he doesn't like another man looking at you, especially Dale, and especially with that look.
Jack's smile falls into a frown when he takes in your face. You look tired and worse, defeated. He starts walking to you, hoping he can pull you aside somewhere before you get to the bar but is quickly intercepted by Dale as Samira walks up to you. It at least makes him feel a little better when you perk up a little as you chat with Samira.
As you leave the hospital and head for the bar you and Samira fall to the back of the group, Jack deliberately doing the same, hoping he can slot himself in so that he's walking next to you, maybe take your hand. But it backfires spectacularly when Dale ends up between you and Jack.
You're surprised when Jack seems so… unbothered by it, your eyes flicking over at him, narrowed in slight confusion. He seems to have chilled out tremendously, to the point he's not getting completely worked up again as soon as Dale does something he doesn't like. He doesn't look mad or upset. Maybe a bit irritated but not even that, really. It throws you, but you go with it, hope he really has hit some kind of turning point.
Once you're at the bar, Jack takes over holding the door so he can catch you as you walk in. "Hey," his fingers brush your elbow but he doesn't grab it, isn't sure if you'd be okay with that right now, "can we talk outside for a minute?"
"Of course," you nod, stomach starting to churn a little. There's a meekness to your words and nod that makes Jack frown to himself. "Hey, Samira, I'll catch up with you inside," you call to her before turning around and stepping outside with Jack.
"Let's, um, go around the corner, yeah?" You nod at him and follow him around, standing across from him just inside the alley on the side of the bar. Jack lets out a steadying breath, hoping he hasn't permanently damaged your relationship or pushed you away. "I am very sorry for the way I've treated you today. I apologize, deeply and sincerely, and I'm happy to apologize again and talk more later. I've been jealous and battling my own insecurities all day, that's not an excuse, just an explanation, and I let it all win and took it out on you and that's unacceptable. I didn't mean any of it and I know you're not interested in him and aren't going to even entertain taking him back. I know I made an already difficult and trying day more difficult and trying for you and I'm very, very sorry, and I hope you can forgive me."
You let out a relieved sigh, glad he really has turned a corner, even if only somewhat, even if only enough to apologize and see how he's been acting today clearly.
You give Jack a loving smile and take a step closer to him, rest your hands on his chest. "Of course I can forgive you." You lean up and kiss him, sense he needs the reassurance, and frankly so do you. Your smile grows when Jack sighs in relief and you watch the tension melt from his shoulders. "I get it. I get how easily the jealousy and insecurities can take over. I'm not happy with how you treated me at times today or that you wound up taking it out on me, of course, and I know you're not happy about it either, and we both know it's not okay, but I understand why it happened, and it hasn't changed anything between us, okay? Your jealousy and insecurities don't get that kind of power. Neither does he." Jack nods and you slide your hands up to hold the back of his neck, thumbs running along his jaw. You enjoy the slight scratch of it from his stubble that's grown out over the day. "Is there a reason you wouldn't just talk to me about it all?"
Jack licks his lips and shakes his head, takes a couple of seconds to put his thoughts together. "I was afraid, I still am a little, honestly, that if I told you all of my insecurities it might make you see them and realize that I'm right to be insecure about them and they're reasons to leave and so talking would end up making you leave. I know how twisted and fucked that logic is, I just couldn't help but be terrified by it and so I didn't talk. And me thinking that it would make you leave, that's not a reflection of you and anything I think you'd really do, it's totally my brain projecting my past and trauma and just what I think you should do, maybe. Because sometimes I really believe that you could do better. That you should. And that I don't deserve you."
"Jack," you whisper, heart hurting at the thought of him hurting and having those thoughts.
"It's hard not to compare myself. To any guy, but especially an ex. And it's hard not to see myself losing that comparison," he admits. "Even against Dale."
"Jack, Sweetheart, I don't see other people like that. None of them. I don't compare you to anyone. I don't need to. I know I have the best and everything I could ever ask for and then a whole lot more." You're not going to push him to reveal his insecurities right now, especially not here. You might ask when you're home but even then you know they're something he needs to be ready to share.
The earnestness in your expression and your words are like a balm for Jack, soothing still recovering nerves and thoughts of his insecurities. "I know, I do. I promise," he murmurs.
"I couldn't compare you to anyone if I tried. You're my Jack. Nobody could ever make me feel the way you do. There's just something about you." You bite your lip and giggle preemptively a little. "A je ne sais quoi, one might say."
You and Jack look at each other for the briefest second before bursting into laughter together. "I love you, and I'm really happy we're okay," Jack says through his laughter. He wraps his arms around you and pulls you into him, kissing you breathless and then giving you the big hug you told Dana you wanted. "And I'm really, really sorry that I hurt you. I hate it so much."
You wrap your arms around his neck, holding Jack close. "I love you too, and I'm really happy we're okay too," you murmur into his chest just loud enough for him to hear. "And I forgive you."
Jack rubs his hands up and down your back and sways the two of you a little bit. "It's okay," he murmurs, "we're okay and everything is normal and good." There's the slightest intonation at the end that tells you he's seeking your reassurance that what he's saying is true.
"Everything is normal and good," you reassure him as you pull back to look at him. You raise your eyebrows at him a little. "How are you feeling now? You seem kind of… chill. Like he stood in between us as we walked and you didn't seem to be super bothered."
"I'm feeling better about it, yeah. Talking with Dana helped, a lot. I know it should have been talking with you, but she told me some of what you said and I don't know… I just got over myself in a way," he shrugs. "It's still kind of hard to watch and stirs up insecurities, but I'm in control of them now at least. I tried looking for you to talk to you before we got here, but I couldn't find you and then you were talking with Samira and Dale came up to me."
"He idolizes you," you smirk at Jack.
Jack rolls his eyes at the thought of Dale. "Do you want an apology from him? Publicly or privately or both? Because I'm happy to make sure he apologizes."
You chuckle and shake your head at him. "Nah. I'm over it and him. It's just not worth it. You can give him a little piece of your mind if you want at some point, without making a scene, please, but honestly I don't want to give him any more of my time or have to hear anything else from him, much less some pathetic, disingenuous apology that he doesn't understand why he's giving."
"That's fair," Jack nods. "Do you want a public apology from me? Either here or at the Pitt? Or both. I'm sure people saw me being an ass to you today."
"No," you laugh softly. "I don't think anyone actually really did other than Dana. Nobody said anything or gave me any looks. And even if they did, you apologized to me and we talked and that's all that matters. Plus I hate that kind of attention." You and Jack share a look. "But I appreciate you asking and acknowledging it was in public. And I appreciate you owning how you acted and not making excuses or trying to play it off and giving me a sincere apology. Not everyone would."
"Of course. It's about the least I could do," he smiles at you. "Is Dale making you seriously uncomfortable with the flirting? I hesitate to call it flirting but that's just the easiest way to refer to whatever it is he's doing."
"Not really," you shrug, stepping out of the hug as Jack does so that the two of you can walk back to the bar. "Especially now that we're okay and you've chilled about it. It's just kind of funny and I imagine it's only going to get increasingly entertaining with drinks."
"Alright," Jack chuckles. "Do you mind then letting me be the one to tell him about us when the time is right? If he starts making you uncomfortable, just tell him or do whatever you need to do, of course."
You laugh as you walk into the bar. "Sure, Sweetheart, you can tell him."
"Thank you," he smirks at you, following you in. "You want a drink? I'll go grab us some at the bar."
"I do," you nod, peering around the bar looking for the group and Garcia. They've splintered off into smaller groups, but you spot her pretty quickly. "I need to see what Yolanda is drinking. I'm buying for her."
Jack raises an eyebrow. "Lose a bet?"
"No," you smirk at him, "she was fucking phenomenal with Dale today."
"Oh was she?" Jack returns your smirk. "Well, you go find out what she had and text me and I'll get it put on my tab. I'll buy her drinks all night for that."
You giggle at him. "Alright, I'll see you over there." You give Jack's arm a little squeeze and head over to her table, taking off your jacket and using it to save the seat next to you for Jack and to prevent Dale from leaving his seat across the table to come sit next to you. You find out what she was drinking and text Jack, let her know he's buying for her all night and glance at Dale in explanation, making her laugh.
It only takes Jack a few minutes to make his way over, setting your favorite drink down in front of you and his neat scotch in front of the seat next to you that he takes.
"Wow," Dale drawls, "I wish our attendings bought us drinks," he tries to joke. It earns him some half-hearted hums from around the table. You bite your tongue and don't inform him that Jack isn't buying you a drink as your attending, but as your boyfriend.
Conversation starts to flow, and people move around tables to mingle and get to talk to everyone. At some point Jack and Dale end up alone, a situation you spot immediately and watch out of the corner of your eye.
Dale brings up the open attending position again. "It would be so great if you could put in a good word for me. I'd love to get to work in the Pitt."
Jack takes a sip of his scotch and nods. "I mean yeah, I'll report what I observed if you make it far enough for them to ask me." He knows the chances of Dale's application getting that far are slim.
Unsurprisingly, Dale misses the slight dig. "Thanks man, I really appreciate it!" Dale looks over at you and nods. "Yeah, it would be great. Since she has an attending position here, if I got the other one I bet I could get her back and rekindle things with my full package." Jack doesn't have to follow Dale's eyes to know he's looking at you. "Would be kinda cute. Little attending power couple."
Jack clenches his jaw and feels the flare of insecurity and jealousy trying to come up but controls himself and doesn't let it take over. He just gives Dale a smile and nods. "Good luck with that, Dale."
Dale's even more all over you at the bar once he talks to Jack and you return to your original seat. It goes on and on and you're surprised Jack hasn't told him yet. You keep waiting for Jack to jump in and say something but he doesn't. He just sits there quietly sipping his scotch, watching with an amused smile. The two of you exchange looks and smirks at things Dale says and a couple of times you have to look away from each other to keep from laughing. Jack has clearly come to enjoy it for the free comedy show that it is.
"Do you remember getting stuck in that basement together during our third year of med school?" Dale asks you, clearly trying to take it somewhere flirty or sexual. You've just started shutting him down to the best of your ability, much to the amusement of the group.
"No, but I do remember each of the seven times you passed out in anatomy lab and how you could never tell the difference between the clitoris and urethra and in general did so poorly with female reproductive anatomy they kicked you off your OBGYN rotation early." You smile sweetly at Dale, the alcohol helping you feel less bad about the jabs you're making.
Santos chokes on her drink, almost spitting it everywhere and Samira has to abruptly get up and leave the table with her hand over her mouth, the rest of the table looking down or away and trying to cover their laughter.
"Oh that absolutely tracks," Garcia nods.
Jack's clearly holding back a laugh as he finishes his scotch and sets his empty glass down. "Another round?" he asks the group. As a chorus of yes rings out Jack stands and heads to the bar.
"You know what, I'll help," you tell everyone, getting up and following him to the bar, wanting a moment alone with him. You slide onto the stool next to him as he finishes ordering. "Hi," you smile.
"You following me?" he teases, turning on his stool so that he's facing you.
"And what if I am?" you challenge with a tilt of your head.
Jack shrugs, that easy smile he has that you love so much pulling onto his face. "It would make me a happy man."
"I have good news for you then."
He laughs softly and nods. "I'm sorry again, Sweetheart. I hate how I was with you today in those bad moments. I loved the good moments we had. But I hate that I made you hurt and cry. That thought kills me. I want to be wiping your tears and holding you through them, not causing them."
"I know, Baby, and I forgive you. You didn't really cause them as such. I was just emotional and overwhelmed by how much I love you and what felt in the moment like my inability to make you see it." You rest your hand on his thigh and squeeze gently.
"You do make me see it, I swear. It's not you doing anything wrong that made me like that, it's-"
"Hey," you cut him off gently, not wanting him to get too worked up or back in his head, "I know. I know it's not about me or anything I did or didn't do or am or am not doing."
"Good," Jack nods slowly. "As long as you know."
"I do." Your brows arch in curiosity, eyes narrowing just slightly and an amused smile gracing your face. "But so you really just got over your jealousy?"
Jack opens his mouth to say something but then stops. He doesn't want to do this here. "One second," he tells you. Jack flags down the bartender and asks if he can take the drinks over to the group, pointing at the table. The bartender agrees and Jack drops a $20 on the counter before standing and holding his hand out to you. "Come with me."
You tilt your head in playful suspicion but take his hand. You'd follow Jack anywhere. You let him lead you through the bar, neither of you caring who sees nor trying to hide it. Jack takes you down the stairs to the much nicer and very clean single stall bathroom that only locals who frequent know of and are allowed to use.
You raise your eyebrows at him and smirk as you walk in, Jack locking the door behind you.
"Don't look at me like that, this isn't going where you think it's going. I just didn't want to have this conversation at the bar." He walks over to you and settles his hands on your hips.
"Oh," you croon, "but the bar bathroom?"
"Is private," he nods at you teasingly.
You hum in acknowledgment. "So you just got over your jealousy?"
Jack tilts his head as you move a little closer to him and wrap your arms around his waist loosely. "I'm not sure I'd say got over it, because it's still there. Like I said, it's more like after talking with Dana and thinking about what you said to her and had said to me during the day, all these realizations hit me, ending in me realizing that I don't need to be jealous, even if I'm feeling jealous, so it's easier to not let it take control. I mean I knew that all day, so I guess it was really me being able to actually believe that I don't need to be. I'm not saying my insecurities have just disappeared, I'm just handling them better right now and realized I know so many reasons why I don't need to be jealous and give into that feeling, even with my insecurities."
"You wanna share some of those reasons?" you ask. "And that's a serious question. You can say no, you don't have to share. I just wanted to let you know that I would listen if you wanted to say them out loud or if you want me to know some to remind you of if this happens again."
Jack nods. He takes a second and then lets out a long breath. "I know without a doubt you love me and choose me every day even if I question the wisdom of that choice because of how I feel about myself. I know that you're patient with me, even when I'm being an asshole." The two of you exchange small smiles. "I know that you'll give me grace when I make mistakes, that you're not going to run away just because I make one and am an asshole or whatever it might be, I know you're not going to run and find someone new just because things get hard. I know you're committed to me and to us."
His eyes start to grow a little glassy. "I know you could never love him, or anybody else for that matter, the way you love me. Twelve hours with him and you look like you're ready to jump off the roof," Jack pushes his lips together in a tight line and shakes his head once as he swallows thickly. "I'm the one who talks you off the roof. I'm the only one you trust to talk you off the roof."
You both laugh softly, your eyes growing glassy to match Jack's. "Very true," you murmur.
Jack takes in a deep breath. "And I know without a doubt that he could never love you the way I do. For so many reasons. But primarily because he only sees you as something to have. I see you as everything. The only thing, the only thing that matters, because that is what you are to me. The only thing that matters. I need you to know that. I don't need any of the rest of this shit, as nice as it is." He pauses for a second to take you in, make sure he has your gaze. "And I know that you only want and love me. Not Dale or anybody else. Just me. Just your Jack."
You nod at him, giving his words a chance to linger in the small space between you. And also to let you and Jack come down a little bit, not wanting either of you to get totally bogged down in emotion, even good emotion, in the bathroom of this bar and then have to return to the group upstairs.
"Good," you start, "all of those things are true. I'm glad you were able to realize all that, you fucking goose," you tease him. Jack laughs, lets out a small groan because he still has no fucking idea where that came from when he called you it earlier today. You have to laugh along with him, his laugh always infectious and mood brightening.
You bring your hands to cup Jack's face as your laughter trails off. "My Jack," you whisper with a beaming smile.
"Your Jack," he whispers back and nods, smiling just as hard. Jack takes in a deep breath and shakes his head at you a little. "I love you so fucking much." He leans in and kisses you, both of you smiling so widely that it doesn't quite work at first. You both melt into it though, Jack's arms wrapping around you tighter.
He starts walking you backwards, one hand sliding up to cup the back of your head as you hit the wall. You moan when you're finally able to really taste the scotch on Jack's tongue and that's when he pulls away to kiss at your jaw. "You wanna know what else I know?" he asks, his voice low and seductive, all gravel, while one hand comes and unbuttons and unzips your jeans with ease.
"Yeah," you pant softly as Jack slips his hand into your pants below your underwear and works his fingers downward.
You make a noise of protest when Jack abruptly pulls away, both of you looking at each other in confusion.
"Jesus fucking christ," Jack's face twists with a hint of concern, "I've never felt you this… dry."
You scoff. "Hello? Do you remember who I've spent all fucking day with? And then on top of that you were giving me whiplash. Of course it's a fucking desert down there." The two of you share an amused laugh as Jack flicks his eyebrows up at you in acknowledgment. "Just keep kissing me and talking to me, and using your fingers and it'll be quick," you tell him a little breathlessly as you try to grind down onto his hand.
"Yeah?" Jack asks with a smirk, pulling his hand from your pants to spit on his fingers before slipping his hand back where it was, his other hand holding onto your hip. His lips find yours once again and the heel of his palm grinds against your clit while his fingers run through you and tease your entrance.
"Yeah," you mumble against his lips. Jack laughs softly against your lips before kissing you hard, consuming you and swallowing down every whimper and moan and sigh his lips and fingers pull from you. "Just so you know," you breathe as his lips move down to your jaw, "this is going exactly where I thought it was."
Jack nips at the corner of your jaw, smirking at the little gasp you make. "I mean I can stop," he hums. "We're just starting to get somewhere," Jack murmurs as he pushes a finger inside of you now that you're wet enough and you keen for him. "But I can stop."
"Do not fucking stop," you pant, one of your hands flying down to hold onto his wrist so that he can't pull away, both of you pretending you'd be strong enough to stop him, your other hand gripping the bicep of his other arm.
He chuckles darkly against your ear. "Well when you order me so nicely."
Jack kisses you again, starts pumping his finger in and out of you slowly, adjusting his hand so that his thumb can work your clit more precisely than the heel of his hand. You pull your head back, pushing it into the wall a bit at the feeling. "Oh, Jack," you sigh so sweetly for him it almost makes his teeth ache.
"My beautiful woman," Jack murmurs, more to himself than anything, a small smile pulling at his lips, but his eyes beaming as he looks into yours, the corners crinkled how you adore. After a few seconds the smile grows into a self-satisfied smirk, his eyes narrowing just slightly, now sparkling with heady lust that has you shivering. "I know he could never fuck you the way I do," he rasps as he slides another finger inside of you, thumb working your clit a little faster. "Because he's just a little fucking boy and you need a real man to fuck you right."
"Fuck, Jack," you moan, clenching around him as the fire he's started in your lower abdomen stokes hotter.
Jack swallows down your moan as he kisses you again, sucking on your tongue. He's fully hard now, already straining against his boxer briefs and cargos. He pulls away to let you get some air, your eyes finding his automatically, knowing it's his expectation. "Good girl," he praises you, giving you a single pass of his fingers with them crooked just right to rub over that perfect spot inside you. "I know he couldn't get as deep inside of you as I do." Jack emphasizes his words with a harsh thrust of his fingers inside you as deep as he can get them, careful not to scratch or ram into your cervix.
His thrust forces you to take a sharp breath in and your hand around his wrist tightens as you try and fail to think of anything other than "Jack," to breathlessly stutter out.
"I know he couldn't make you feel as full as I do," Jack groans, again emphasizing his words, this time by fucking a third finger inside of you. His cock throbs at how tight you are around his fingers, how hot you are and how wet you've gotten. How wet he's made you.
"Shit, your fingers feel so good, Jack," you moan, your orgasm building almost embarrassingly quick. Your hand on his bicep moves up to his hair, fingers tangling in the salt and pepper curls you love so much. "So, so, fucking good. Make me feel so full."
"Did he ever even make you come?" Jack whispers at your ear, gently biting the shell of it as his fingers continue to work you, thumb playing with your clit just how you like and need, slick with your own arousal.
You manage to pant out a laugh. "What the fuck do you think?"
"No, he didn't, did he? He left you to do all the work for yourself, which is an atrocity." He 'tsks,' shaking his head a little as he pulls back, blown hazel eyes boring into yours. Jack finally gives you what you want, crooking his fingers again and keeping them like that as he continues to fuck you with his fingers, switching up his rhythm to keep you guessing, but always dragging along that spot. "Pretty thing like you should be able to just relax and let all the way go and give into the feelings, be made to feel good."
"You do," you mewl, "Jesus, Jack, you do. You do, make me feel so good."
"Yeah, I know I do, Baby. And this," Jack grunts, curling his fingers with greater pressure and pushing down harder with his thumb so he's almost cupping you, "is mine," Jack groans. "Your pussy belongs to me."
He starts moving his fingers again, and you keen for him, "Yeah, yeah, yours, Jack. Yours." Your mind is starting to get hazy from the pleasure, Jack quickly becoming the only thing that exists for you, words and coherent sentences getting harder to form. You let your head fall against the wall and close your eyes.
Jack's cock throbs and strains painfully against his boxer briefs and cargos. He knows he's leaking for you, is desperate for some relief but ignores it to focus on you. He realizes your eyes have closed and that's simply not going to work for him. "Ah, ah, you have to keep looking at me Baby, or I'll stop."
You force your eyes back open as Jack's hand on your hip comes up, his thumb brushing over your lips. You open your mouth for him, whimpering when he slides his thumb in and presses down on your tongue to move your head back down a little so he can see your eyes better. He picks up his pace as he does, your orgasm so close you can taste it.
Jack smirks at you when you have to move your hand from his wrist up to his shoulder to help steady yourself, your other hand still in his hair and tugging with every stroke of his fingers. "I know that even if he tried, he couldn't make you come as hard as I do."
You moan against his thumb and Jack pulls it from your mouth. "No, only you Jack," you pant, having to really work to keep your eyes open. "Only you, Jack. Jack, Jack, Jack."
"I know he couldn't make you come this fucking fast in the bathroom of a bar after a twelve hour shift, much less the trying and never-ending twelve hour shift you just had," Jack husks, the way you say his name making him shiver.
"Jack, please!" You're close, you're right fucking there. And Jack knows it. You know he knows it. "Please, Baby," you moan, "please, please, please."
"And I know I can make you come after all that." Jack's free hand covers your mouth to muffle the cry of his name he knows you're about to give him. He times the next drag of his fingers with the pass of his thumb over your clit perfectly. "Easily."
Your orgasm crashes down on you as Jack finishes the last syllable of the word, pleasure searing through you and stars dotting your vision as you fight to keep your eyes open for Jack. You're thankful for his hand over your mouth keeping you quiet as you let yourself relax and let all the way go and completely give into the way Jack is making you feel so fucking unreasonably good.
Jack praises you as he works you through it, "my good girl," and "you did so good for me, Baby," and "there you go, that's it," and your name dripping off his tongue. Though still muffled by his hand, Jack's name similarly falls from your lips over and over, and Jack can feel every time you moan his name, the air you expel to make the sound hot against his palm. He slows just before you hit painful overstimulation, working you up enough so that you'll feel every movement of the seam of your jeans for the rest of the night.
He pulls his hand from your over your mouth and his fingers from you, humming in appreciation as he admires how slick you've gotten them while you suck in huge breaths of air and try to catch your breath. Jack offers you one to clean for him and keeps the other two for himself.
You don't care that you're still panting, still feel a little like you're not getting enough oxygen, you open your mouth for him when he offers it and make a show of sucking it clean, holding his gaze the entire time and deliberately letting a little spit drip from the corner of your mouth.
Jack gathers the spit on his finger as he pulls it from your mouth, kitten licks it clean and then sucks his other two fingers clean, holding your gaze just as you held his. He groans from deep in his chest at the taste of you, lets his eyes flutter closed for a few seconds as he enjoys.
He opens his eyes as he pulls his fingers from his mouth. "So sweet for me."
"Oh, fuck Jack," you pant softly, breathing a laugh. "You and your perfect fucking timing are gonna kill me one day."
"You think I'd ever let that happen?" he quirks an eyebrow and smirks as his hands come and button and zip your jeans.
You pout, drop your weight onto one hip and everything, still catching your breath. "So no fucking me here?"
Jack chuckles at you. "No, Baby," he shakes his head. "You're going to have to wait until we get home for that." He brings his hand up and cradles your jaw, brushes his thumb over your lip and then kisses you deeply, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. "But good things come to those that wait," he murmurs against your lips, giving you one last chaste kiss before pulling away.
You whine, but pacify yourself by reaching for his waistband, knowing he's hard. "At least let me take care of you, Handsome," you croon, licking your lips and starting to fantasize about the feel and taste of Jack in your mouth.
He intercepts your hands before they make it to his waistband, bringing each to his mouth and kissing your palms. "Home," Jack murmurs firmly.
You give him another little pout but don't push the issue, tell yourself waiting makes it better. You turn to look in the mirror, fixing your hair some and smoothing out your shirt.
Jack slides up behind you, arms wrapped around your middle as he rests his head on your shoulder and tilts his head, catches your gaze in the mirror. "Somehow you look even prettier like this, when you're glowing and dewy from coming so hard and still so needy."
You shiver at his words, turn in his arms and smile, ghost your knuckles over his cheek. "You're very sweet."
"Just the truth, Sweetheart," he smiles at you and then leans in for a quick kiss. "Okay, you head back out. I'm going to take a minute," he gestures at his still hard cock, "and then I'll come join you."
You nod. "Okay, Baby. I'll see you out there." You give him one last kiss and head to the door.
"Hey," Jack gets your attention before you open the door, gives you a knowing smirk, "if a good moment comes, tell him."
"So how come this boyfriend of yours never showed up? I wanted to meet him." Dale takes a sip of his beer while trying to make some sort of suggestive eyes at you that fail comically. A small group of you are at a high top table, Jack having slipped away a few minutes ago to settle up with the bartender. You're really not surprised when Dale tries to show he's better in front of the group, but you are a little disappointed Jack isn't here for it. "I'd never stand you up, especially not in front of a group."
There have been several moments since you returned to the group where you could've told Dale, but none of them felt quite right. This moment, however, feels perfect.
"Oh Dale." You smile and finish off what's left of your drink as the group tries to stifle their laughter. You set your glass down and smirk at him. "You've already met him."
You laugh under your breath as you watch Dale's brows furrow and lips pull down into a frown as he looks around at the men of the Pitt who are in your group and scattered around the bar.
Jack stays to the side, out of view but within ear shot and hears the conversation. So with perfect timing, you feel an arm wrap around your waist and smell what's left of Jack's cologne as he walks up behind you. "Hi," he murmurs at your temple, just loud enough to be heard by the group, "I love you." You lean back into Jack as he kisses your temple, absolutely relishing in Dale's horrified expression. Jack is fine with respectful and classy PDA when you're not at work even when you're with people from work, so it's not like any of this is scandalous to the rest of the group. "You ready to go home, Sweetheart?"
"Love you too, Handsome," you murmur back, turning your head and taking a proper kiss from Jack. "And yeah, I was just thinking about how I'm getting kinda tired."
Jack hums as he straightens back up, staring Dale right in the eyes. "Can't have you getting too tired on me before I get you in bed."
Dale looks like he might be sick, clearly panicking at the realization that he's been flirting and making sexual comments to his idol's girlfriend all day. The others at the table are all looking down at their laps for the most part, knowing that if they look at each other they'll all lose it and start laughing. They glance up every now and again, though, to get another look at Dale's face.
"Very true. I'm sure the walk to our place will wake me up some." You give Dale a saccharine smile as Jack takes a step back and helps you off the barstool and into your jacket. "And we have tomorrow off, so we can sleep in."
"Maybe I'll make you breakfast and bring it to you in bed if you're good," Jack winks at you.
He turns his attention back to Dale, and if looks could kill, Dale would be dead. Jack takes in a deep breath to calm himself a little, remembering what you told him earlier when he asked if you wanted an apology from Dale. "A bit of professional and personal advice. The next time a woman tells you she has a boyfriend and doesn't react to your attempts at flirting, back the fuck off and fucking stop." He raises his eyebrows at Dale and nods to underscore his words.
His anger flares again as Dale looks at him in fucking confusion. God he'd really love to strangle this asshole a little bit, but Jack is quite sure that would qualify as making a scene. "You're lucky that she's so over it and you and that she doesn't want to give you any more of her time or hear anything else from you. Because if it were up to me you'd be on the bar publicly apologizing to her now and you'd be back in the Pitt the next time she works apologizing to her in front of everybody for the fucking complete lack of respect you showed her today."
You bite your lip as you watch Dale's eyes somehow grow wider, his mouth opening and closing as he shakes his head, trying to find words to get himself out of this. You let him flounder for a moment before replying to Jack.
"We'll have to see about breakfast in bed I suppose, Dr. Abbot," you smirk at him before turning your attention back to the group, pausing for a second just to revel a little more at Dale's face. "Goodnight and good luck to those of you working tomorrow. See you all soon. Well," you look Dale in the eyes, "not you luckily."
"Have a good night guys," Jack nods at the group, laughing under his breath as he gives Dale one last glare.
You give everyone a little wave as you turn with Jack and start walking out of the bar. When you sling an arm around his waist and lean into him Jack runs his arm up your back, holding the back of your neck gently to help guide you through the fairly busy bar.
"That's my girl," Jack praises you just loud enough for the two of you to hear as you get close to the door.
You shrug. "Just telling the truth. If I never see him again it'll be too soon. And hey," you squeeze his waist and pause at the side of the door, "I really appreciate you respecting what I said earlier and giving him a little piece of your mind without turning it into a huge scene and not forcing him to apologize. A lot of men would've just kind of disregarded that and gone full knight in shining armor just to prove a point to everyone else."
"I'll always respect your choices, Sweetheart," he smiles down at you. "In everything."
"I know and I didn't doubt it for a second, I just still think I should acknowledge that I see you doing it and I appreciate it," you explain. "I really did love what you said though. Very hot, Dr. Abbot."
"Good. I'm very glad you know and don't doubt it," he says seriously. "And I'm glad you found it hot. I'd also like you to know that I wanted to strangle him, just a little bit, but I didn't because that probably would've caused a scene." You snort a laugh and shake your head at him as you smile. Jack chuckles with you as he opens the door for you. "You think he'll still apply for the attending position?"
"Oh absolutely." You roll your eyes to yourself and shake your head. "You know in some ways I'd love to see that interview and him absolutely groveling at your feet."
Jack huffs. "He doesn't need to grovel at my feet. He needs to at your feet." After a second Jack sighs and then gives a single laugh. "The look on his face was fucking priceless."
Both you and Jack burst into laughter. "I know I wish I'd asked someone to record it," you giggle. Jack wishes he could bottle the sound and how good it makes him feel.
He subtly glances through the window near the table you'd been sitting at and then slows. You look up at him with raised brows, confused about why you're stopping. "Can I kiss you?"
You give him an amused smile. "Since when did you need to ask?"
"Since there's a dual motive because I both want to kiss you and Dale is watching and I want to rub it in. But I don't want you to feel used," Jack explains.
You giggle again as you lean up to kiss Jack, wrap your arms around his neck and open your mouth for him before he even has to ask. Jack wastes no time deepening it, gliding his tongue across yours as his hands slide down your sides to your back, moving lower until his hands slip into the back pockets of your jeans and pull you closer to him by your ass.
"You're so adorable. I love you," you whisper against his lips before giving him another lingering kiss. "That was very sweet of you to ask, but I'd like to rub it in too."
"Clearly," he laughs against your lips, pulls his hands from your pockets and wraps his arms around your middle, holding you close. "I love you too."
You and Jack chat about whatever comes to mind as you make the short walk home hand in hand with your fingers laced together.
"Oh," you squeeze Jack's hand, "remind me at some point when we're home that I need to order more of these scrub pants."
"Okay," he draws out the first syllable. "Why?"
You glance up at him and smile sweetly. "I want enough of these to make sure I can wear them every time I work with you."
Jack lets out a pained groan. "That's just mean. That's like…" He tries to think of a comparison. "I'm going to start wearing only my undershirt. No scrub top."
"That is so unfair," you whine, thinking for a second. "Though, you know, that'd probably improve the patient satisfaction scores of the patients attracted to men who only get to admire you from afar, so I guess I can suffer to get Gloria off our backs. Only if you give me the credit with her."
Jack huffs a laugh. "Stop it." He bumps your shoulder with his.
You shrug. "I'm just saying the people attracted to men love you, Dr. Abbot."
"They do not." You can hear the teasing eye roll in his voice.
You glance up at him with an amused smirk. "How many phone numbers have you been given so far this year Jack?"
"What?" he mutters, taking a second to think about it. "Honey, I have no fucking idea. Not many."
"Not many, he says," you laugh to yourself. "32, Jack. Just that I've been around to witness or been told about. It's mid May. 32."
Jack scoffs. "How the fuck do you know that?"
"Because I'm jealous every single time I see it happen or am told it happened and so my mind just makes me keep track of the number." You glance up at Jack and smile when you see his mouth a little open and eyebrows raised, a bit surprised. "You're not the only one in this relationship who gets jealous, Jack. Though, I can admit it's much different when it's random people and not someone from the past who there's been a kind of relationship with."
"Is that why you've been so chill about me being jealous and a dick to you in certain moments today? Which again, I truly am sorry for being like that." He shoots you a sheepish smile.
"I've accepted your apology," you tell Jack gently. "We're okay, I promise. And I'm not upset with you." You give his hand another squeeze. "You have to work on forgiving yourself, Baby." Jack nods slowly. He knows he does. It's just really hard to think about forgiving himself for hurting you.
"But yeah, that's part of why. The other part is if the situation was ever reversed, and it was your ex flirting like that with you I'd lose it, like I would be fully apoplectic. I'd make sure she knew so fast and be such a bitch you'd probably have to send me home," you laugh. "It would be insecurity fucking central, especially because I'm sure all your exes are fucking gorgeous. I wouldn't be able to keep it together, I'd have to force myself to not talk to you so that I didn't take it out on you and that would be so hard to do because talking to you would give me reassurance. It would be bad. So, yeah. I get it, you know?"
"And partially, I don't know," you shrug softly, "I don't like that you felt jealous and insecure and I don't want you to feel like that because I know how much it sucks, but the fact that you did get jealous made me feel good in a way? Like in the sense that, to you, I'm worth getting jealous over."
Jack lets out a long breath and slows you both to a stop under a streetlight so you can see each other well when you face each other. "Okay, first of all, none of my exes are anywhere near as gorgeous as you, so try to remember that. And second, yeah, of course you're worth getting jealous over. The thought of losing you in any way terrifies me. You're worth more than getting jealous over. I mean jesus, Sweetheart, you're worth everything to me. My other limbs," he gives you a humorous smile, "my career, being a doctor, my freedom. My life. Everything."
You have to look down for a couple seconds to blink back a few tears. "God, you so would say that under a streetlight on a random street in Pittsburgh, just like you said all that romantic shit in the bathroom of a bar," you laugh under your breath as you look back up at him.
He raises an eyebrow at you. "Is that a bad thing?"
"Not at all," you shake your head, pausing. "It's..," you press your lips together in a smile and nod once. "It's a Jack thing. It's just very you to say something that romantic and meaningful and loving in some random spot as reassurance. Which," you cock your head at him, "you realize the same is true for me of you? You're worth everything to me."
"I know," he nods with a sappy smile.
"You don't ever need to worry about losing me to someone else. You're my forever, Jack. My always. My constant." The corners of your lips twitch up in a teasing smile. "The stripes to my zebra."
"Oh god," Jack groans, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into his chest. "We were having such a nice moment and you just had to bring up fucking zebras," he teases, unable to hide his laughter.
He leans down and kisses the top of your head, the two of you standing there and laughing for a bit together before you pull away from him.
"But I'm serious." The way you smile at him makes Jack dizzy, your eyes glittering with love. "There's no me without you anymore, Jack. Without you, I'd be a shell of myself. You carry my heart."
Jack smiles back at you, his eyes glittering just like yours. "As you carry mine, Baby." He leans down and kisses your lips and then your forehead. "Let's get home."
You nod and keep one of your arms wrapped around Jack as you start walking towards home again. The silence you share is comfortable and familiar. It's the sound of you both winding down from your shift and the day.
Your walk home continues in silence until you abruptly break it. "You know, we could have zebra print as one of our wedding colors." You know you're not engaged, but you also know it's coming sooner rather than later. You can just feel it.
"Stop it." Jack tries to stop the laugh your words pull from him but he can't. "What am I gonna do with you?"
You and Jack don't make it to the bedroom when you get home. He has you pinned to the wall next to the front door and his lips on yours seconds after your bags hit the floor. It's only another fifteen seconds before he's walking you backwards to the couch and getting his lips on a different part of your body that has you arching your back and tugging on his hair as Jack devours your pussy.
He doesn't give you any time to recover, his cock inside of you within seconds of pulling his mouth off you. It ends with the two of you in a heap on the couch, Jack's head on your chest as you giggle in a post-orgasm haze about how good he fucks you and Jack pants about how he'll never get enough of you.
You eventually pull yourselves together enough to take a shower together. You talk more as you wash each other, Jack revealing some of the insecurities he was dealing with earlier, and you reassuring him. And now Jack finds himself naked and waiting for you in bed while you finish up your skincare. He lets his eyes roam your body greedily when you walk out of the bathroom naked. You notice of course, and it makes you feel better about yourself than he could ever fathom.
"Okay, so, I know this is probably awful, and you don't have to answer, but I'm kind of dying to know." You raise an eyebrow at him. "Was he even good in bed?"
You laugh, having been wondering if he'd ever ask. You stop at the dresser to answer him before finding one of his old t-shirts to wear to bed. "Not my worst, for sure. At the time I thought he was pretty good, but I was comparing him to college experiences, so," you shrug. "I was serious in the bathroom at the bar, though, he never made me come. I got off while he was fucking me because I got myself off, but he never made it happen by himself."
Before you can turn to find a shirt Jack beckons you to him with his fingers, opening the comforter for you to climb in. He wants to feel as much of your skin on his as possible. "You wouldn't describe him as having been pretty good now?"
You get on the bed from the end and start climbing your way up Jack's body. "Now I know he was just okay at best. Not bad, but just okay."
Jack smirks. "Oh yeah? And how do you know that?"
"Well," you smirk back at him, lowering yourself on top of him so that you're chest to chest, and giving him a quick kiss, "I started getting fucked by this really hot doctor, the hottest and most handsome man I've ever seen, actually. His name is Dr. Jack Abbot. He's shown and continues to show me what sex can really be, how good I can really be made to feel."
"Sounds like quite the guy," Jack hums. But there's a little flush to his cheeks that tells you how much your words mean to him.
"He is." You lean in and give him another couple of kisses. "You have nothing to worry about when it comes to anyone I've ever slept with. You're really, really fucking good at everything related to sex, Jack. You're far and away the best I've ever had."
"Yeah?" Jack chases your lips and gives you a sweet peck.
"Mhm," you nod. "And I know it's because you love me. Like truly love me. And so even when you have me sobbing with my head pushed into the mattress and you're being a little mean how I like because I was being a brat and you're fucking me within an inch of my life, I feel loved and I know I am loved, just as much as I feel and know it when you're holding me close and making love to me and saying you love me over and over. I always know. I always feel it. And it's not even just love, it's your love, and that just adds something for me, I guess."
Jack's heart throbs in his chest because you are so sweet and precious and always know just what he needs to hear even when he doesn't know. "I am very, very glad that you always feel that and know it, because I do truly love you, more than I know what to do with." He gives you a loving smile. "And know that I always feel and know I'm loved by you."
"Good." You smile back at him and lean in for another kiss, let him deepen it. Jack rolls the two of you as you kiss so that he's on top of you. But you know it's not going anywhere, both of you are too tired. You know he just wants to lay on you and be held after the battle he's had with his thoughts all day.
Jack settles his head on your chest, the thump of your heart calming him and helping lead him to sleep. You wrap your arms around him and run one of your hands through his hair, scratch at his scalp how he enjoys.
After a bit Jack breaks the comfortable silence you've been resting in. "I think we should plan a vacation."
"Yeah? Where do you wanna go?" You run your fingers through the curls at the nape of his neck and the scratch there, pulling a soft groan from Jack.
"Preferably somewhere we would spend most of our time laying in the sun." He nuzzles his nose against your skin, pressing a few soft kisses to the top of your breast.
"Mm," you groan longingly at the thought, "I think that sounds lovely and perfect."
"You're not bummed it's not Paris?" he teases. But there's a bit of a real ask behind it.
You snort. "Hardly. I'd love to go with you someday, and I appreciate you being worried about that, but if you think I could ever be bummed about the prospect of getting to press myself into your sun-warmed body and getting to see you half naked, all tanned with your freckles popping more…" you hum as you imagine it, "then you're very wrong."
Jack chuckles. "Alright, I just wanted to check."
"We can look around online tomorrow if you want." You yawn, your sleepiness starting to hit you hard.
"That sounds good, Baby." Jack shifts, leaning off of you and nodding with his chin to tell you to turn over so he can spoon you.
You shake your head, you want to spoon him tonight because you want to hold him and because you know it's what he needs tonight after battling his insecurities all day. "Other way. I want to be the big spoon tonight."
He lets out a soft breath, gives you an even softer smile before kissing you. "Okay."
Jack rolls and you roll behind him, spooning him as best you can with the size difference between you. He takes your arm that's over the top of him and brings it in close to his chest, snuggling up to it as he basks in the feeling of being held.
"Love you, Jack," you mumble, sleep thick in your voice as you give in to it.
"I love you too," he murmurs, "sleep well, Sweetheart because in between looking for a vacation spot I intend on fucking you so good over and over again tomorrow that you forget his and any of your exes names."
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Summary: The aftermath of what Jack said to you and the outing to the bar.
AN: Hi!! Thank you all so much for the love on Part 1! Hopefully Part 2 will be okay. I think it might go a bit of a different direction than one might think, and a different direction than we might normally expect from me (?). I don't know lol. Also I fear I may have let some of you guys down with the bar scenes, but writing group scenes is very tiring for me lol and it wasn’t where I wanted to spend my time for this story and I was over writing fucking Dale and coming up with shitty flirting and trying to make it fit, so I’m sorry if the bar stuff isn’t what you were hoping for. I hope it ends up okay and that you're able to enjoy and thank you for reading! ♥️
You stare at Jack in disbelief as he walks away from you.
"Here's hoping you don't let him, I guess."
You know why he said it. You know that he's jealous and very insecure right now. You know he didn't and doesn't mean it. You know he already regrets it. And you know he does trust you. But none of that makes Jack's words hurt any less right now.
You force yourself to look away from Jack and walk to the bathroom. You turn the sink on and let the cold water run over your wrists, closing your eyes and tilting your head back.
"Just me," Dana says as she walks in, checking all the stalls before leaning back against the sink next to you. "You okay, Kid?"
You take in a deep breath through your nose and let it out. "You have a cigarette?" you half joke with her as you turn the water off and dry your hands.
"Ha!" Dana laughs. "Yeah, but I won't give you one."
"Why?" You give her a weak pout.
"Jack wouldn't be pleased with me. And I don't think you really want one." She flicks her eyebrows up at you.
You roll your eyes at her. "Well great news! He's already mad at me, so we can just tell him I snuck it from you without asking. If he even notices that I smoked. That would require him getting close enough to me to smell me and I don't think he's particularly interested in that right now." Dana is right though. You don't really want one.
She gives you a look. "No. But I will step outside with you if you want." You nod and the two of you leave the bathroom and walk out into the ambulance bay until you're standing in what's left of the sun. "So. You okay?"
You huff a laugh. "Well my creepy med school ex is here and I've had to spend the majority of my day suffering with him, and my boyfriend hates me, so I'm just great. So, so great."
"Jack does not hate you," Dana nudges you with her shoulder. "That man isn't capable of hating you, he loves you far too much."
"Let me be dramatic," you teasingly glower at her for a second. "Mad at me then. Jack's mad at me," you shrug. "For having a past it feels like And not being able to control someone else." You sigh, shaking your head. "Fucking Dale. And I get it. I totally fucking get it. If the situation was reversed and it was me having to watch him be with one of his flirty exes all day… He's reacting much better than I would be. Like so much fucking better. So I really do get it, and I know how irrational it is and how it's about insecurity and not really your partner, but I just. I don't like upsetting him or making him hurt and I think that's what I'm doing right now and I don't know how to fix it."
"I know it feels and seems like it's you, but it really isn't. To the extent he even is upset or hurt, it's not on you Kid. Like you said, his jealousy is about his insecurities and feelings." She gives you a sympathetic smile. "I don't think he's even mad at you. He's in his head. And that's a hard place for him to be sometimes."
"I know," you whisper, heart aching at the thought. "And I hate that. I don't want him there alone when he doesn't want to be alone and when it's hard and when he never has to be there alone again. I wish he'd just have a real conversation with me about it." You shake your head and rub your temples. "He seems to think there's some sort of competition going on between him and Dale to have me, but there's not. There's no question. I've been counting down the minutes until I get to be free from Dale. I count down the minutes until I get to fully be with Jack again when we're on shift together, or the minutes until I can go home to him when we're not. Jack is it for me, Dana, you know? He's the one."
Dana gives you a knowing smile, clearly thinking back to when she knew her husband was the one. "I do, yeah."
You chew on the inside of your cheek to try and fight off the tears you feel coming. You can't cry at work over this. It's incredibly unprofessional.
"I don't know how to make him understand that he's the only one I want and love. That he's the only person I've ever truly loved and been loved by. The only person to ever make me feel truly loved. Jack gives me everything, he leaves me wanting for nothing. He's not perfect because nobody is, but I couldn't create a better partner for me. I'd never let him go. He's Jack." You pause, trying to hold it together. "He's my Jack." Your voice cracks on his name and a few tears spill over. "All I want in this moment is a kiss from him and a big hug and him to tell me it's okay and we're okay and that everything is normal and good. I just want him," you sniffle.
You shake your head at yourself and wipe away your tears. "And I can't have that because we're at work and because I'm throwing myself a pity party and letting myself wonder if he even wants that anymore at all even though I know this is all because he's scared of losing me right now," you laugh sadly with Dana. You look over at her. "Right?" Dana nods, wraps you in a hug and rubs your back. "I just want him. But it's fine, everything will be fine. I'm just ready for the day to be over and to never see Dale again."
"You want me to talk to him?" Dana asks as she pulls out of the hug.
You shake your head at her. "That's not your job-"
"I asked. And I have a feeling that when we walk back in he's going to be watching us and come over to me and ask what's up. So if you're okay with it, I'll talk to him. Maybe tell him some of what you said?" She tilts her head at you and raises her eyebrows.
"Okay," you nod, "yeah, if you don't mind. But if you do, please don't. We'll figure it out. We always do."
Dana nods and flicks her head in the direction of the doors. "You ready?"
"Yeah." You clear your throat as you walk with her. "Sorry for this. Very unprofessional of me."
"It's fine, Hon. It happens," Dana chuckles.
You wipe at your eyes one last time as you cross the threshold back inside. "Does it look like I've been crying?"
She shakes her head. "Nah. You didn't cry long enough or hard enough for it to show."
"Good," you nod. "Thanks Dana." You smile at her and squeeze her arm before walking away, conscious of Jack's eyes tracking you.
Jack regrets it the minute he says it.
"Here's hoping you don't let him, I guess."
He has no idea why he doesn't immediately turn around and apologize. Maybe he doesn't want to see the look on your face, the hurt he knows has to be there. Maybe he doesn't want to risk you saying fine, that you will give Dale a chance to win you back. Maybe he's worried you won't forgive him.
Because Jack knows he's taking out his emotions, his insecurity and jealousy, on you rather than just discussing the whole situation with you. Part of him is scared to bring it up and have that be how you realize that all of his insecurities are actually things you should leave him for, just like he thinks.
It just feels so stupid and almost pathetic for him to be this insecure when he knows he doesn't have a reason to be. And he knows he doesn't need a reason for his emotions, but that lack of a reason makes it feel so much worse to him. So does him knowing you don't even like Dale, that you're desperate for the day to be over so you can get away from Dale and not have to play quite as nice.
Deep down Jack knows this isn't really about Dale per se, because he knows how you feel about Dale. Dale is just a representative of every person who flirts with you, of everyone who could take you from him, everyone who you could see is so much better than him.
He knows this is about himself. About how he sees himself, both generally and in relation to you. About how scared he is of losing you, of being hurt. About how he doesn't think he's good enough for you.
At least he knows what he'll be talking about with his therapist at his next session.
Jack tracks down all of the med students and residents, has everyone present or update him one last time so he's ready to hand off to Shen. He hates how nervous he is when he starts walking around looking for you so that you can update him.
When he can't find you he goes to the hub figuring you'll turn up there looking to update him eventually. He's only been there thirty seconds or so when he looks up and sees you and Dana walking in from the ambulance bay together. His eyes are glued to you as you reach up to your face and wipe at your eyes. Jack's heart and stomach fall at the sight.
You were crying. He made you cry. He wants to go to the roof and do it, and that's not even that dramatic. He hates himself for making you cry, which he tries very hard to not let make him even more insecure.
He watches you until he can't anymore, his head turning back to Dana who flicks her chin at the empty behavioral 1, telling Jack to follow her. He does quickly, eager and terrified to hear what she has to say, to find out why you were crying.
"Listen," Dana starts as Jack closes the door. "I get the jealousy. I know how instinctive and consuming and uncontrollable it can feel. But you're being an ass Jack, and you can't take out your jealousy and whatever other emotions you've got going on in your head on her. And, you know, to help with your jealousy, Jack, she loves you and wants you even when you're being an ass." She raises her eyebrows at him in emphasis.
"I know," he runs a hand through his hair, "believe me I know and I feel bad and I don't know why I'm being like this when I know she can't stand him," Jack sighs, shaking his head and looking at the floor. He wants to ask about the conversation Dana had with you, but it feels wrong to ask. "I…" he trails off as he looks back up at Dana.
"She told me I could talk about what she said during our conversation," Dana offers, trying to give Jack a place to start.
His eyebrows shoot up. "Really?" Dana nods. "Okay, well, um, how'd it go?" He's not sure what specifically he should ask about.
"Well she started the conversation by asking for a cigarette." Dana gives Jack a look.
"Shit," he mumbles, worrying his bottom lip between his teeth. You don't smoke. But you've admitted to Jack that you smoked once, after your licensing exam when you were so stressed and fried and keyed up that a friend offered you a cigarette and you just took it as something to focus on. And Jack has actually seen you smoke once, standing outside silently with Dana against the hospital wall after PittFest. So you asking for a cigarette is not a great sign. "Did she really want one?"
"Nah," Dana shakes her head with a small smile. "I don't think so."
Jack nods slowly. "She cried?" The strain in his voice is obvious.
"Mm," Dana hums, moving her head side to side a little as she thinks. "I don't know that I'd call it crying. She shed a few tears, yes."
Jack cringes, slamming his eyes shut and bowing his head for a moment. "Why?" he mumbles as he looks back up at Dana.
She gives him a sympathetic smile and laughs softly. "Because she loves you."
He furrows his brows at her and tilts his head, shaking it a little. "What does that mean?"
Dana shrugs. "She thought you were mad at her and I said I didn't think you were mad at her, just in your head. She said she knew and that she doesn't want you to be there alone when you don't want to be and don't have to be and that she wishes you'd have a real conversation with her. And she said that you're the only person she's ever truly loved and to ever truly love her and make her feel loved and that you're not perfect because nobody is, but that she couldn't create a better partner for herself and she'd never let you go. She said you're Jack and paused and then said you're her Jack and that's when the tears fell."
The bittersweet ache in his heart is so strong it feels harder to breathe. It's bittersweet because you're out here saying all these perfect and loving things about him, things you've been trying to tell him all day and he's being a dick to you and letting his emotions control him. "Fuck!" Jack runs his hand through his hair again, tugging at the roots a little just to try and center himself. "Fuck," he mutters under his breath. Now, even with as loved as he feels and the way you described your devotion to him to Dana, he's worried his attitude and behavior might have pushed you away just a little too far. He looks at Dana with eyes that reflect the ache in his heart. "Do you think she'll forgive me?"
"Well, she also told me toward the end of our conversation that all she wanted right now is a kiss and big hug from you and for you to tell her that it's okay and you guys are okay and everything is good and normal." Dana raises her eyebrows at him, smiling softly again, and moves toward the door. "So I think in some ways she already has forgiven you, Jack. But you gotta talk to her. Really talk to her and explain and be honest." She shoots him a pointed look before opening the door and walking back to the hub to hand everything over to Lena.
Jack stands there for a moment thinking about everything you said to Dana, everything you've said to him today. A million realizations hit him at once, all boiling down to the same conclusion that he's really known all day but that he's actually able to, for the first time today, believe.
He doesn't need to be jealous.
Even with all his insecurities and the reasons he can come up with for why he should be jealous and why you should be with someone else, anyone else, he doesn't need to be jealous. You're completely devoted to him in a way he's quite sure he doesn't deserve, especially with how he's been treating you today.
Jack knows he needs to find you, have a real conversation with you and apologize. Grovel if he has to, if that's what you want. He'll get down on his knees. But for some reason he doesn't think you're going to want that.
He walks out of the room and looks around for you. He spots Shen at the hub first and decides to just go hand off so he can continue his search for you.
Jack goes over and brings him up to speed on almost every patient but then remembers he hasn't checked in with you one last time. "Oh, let me go talk to her and I'll find you to finish."
Shen shakes his head as he takes a sip of his iced coffee. "You don't need to, she found me and just gave me the update directly because you were busy and honestly it was just easier, saves the game of telephone."
"Oh," Jack has to control the way his shoulders want to deflate and his voice wants to reveal his disappointment, "okay, yeah. That makes sense. That's it then. Floor is yours."
"Cool. Have fun at the bar tonight and have a drink for me," Shen tells Jack as he walks away.
"I don't think this place serves boozy iced coffee, but I'll try," Jack jokes with him.
You and Jack don't speak for the rest of the shift or before you all start walking to the bar. You're not sure if Jack wants to talk to you and for some reason you feel like you don't really know how to talk to him right now in a sense. You hate it. But you figure he'll come to you when he's ready.
Word had spread throughout the day and there's a good group of you going to the bar, a few people who didn't work today meeting you there. You change into a comfortable pair of jeans you keep in your locker and take your scrub top off so that you're just in your undershirt, wipe your arms and neck down with a baby wipe and then throw on your cotton zip-up jacket. You want as much of the day off you as possible. Jack has a similar idea, taking his scrub top off so that he's just in his undershirt and cargos.
You're already waiting with some of the group at the hub when Jack walks over. His eyes run up and down your form, appreciating the fit of your jeans and undershirt, a small smile twitching up at the corners of lips. That smile falls when he sees Dale give you similar elevator eyes and look at you hungrily. He clenches his jaw at it, he doesn't like another man looking at you, especially Dale, and especially with that look.
Jack's smile falls into a frown when he takes in your face. You look tired and worse, defeated. He starts walking to you, hoping he can pull you aside somewhere before you get to the bar but is quickly intercepted by Dale as Samira walks up to you. It at least makes him feel a little better when you perk up a little as you chat with Samira.
As you leave the hospital and head for the bar you and Samira fall to the back of the group, Jack deliberately doing the same, hoping he can slot himself in so that he's walking next to you, maybe take your hand. But it backfires spectacularly when Dale ends up between you and Jack.
You're surprised when Jack seems so… unbothered by it, your eyes flicking over at him, narrowed in slight confusion. He seems to have chilled out tremendously, to the point he's not getting completely worked up again as soon as Dale does something he doesn't like. He doesn't look mad or upset. Maybe a bit irritated but not even that, really. It throws you, but you go with it, hope he really has hit some kind of turning point.
Once you're at the bar, Jack takes over holding the door so he can catch you as you walk in. "Hey," his fingers brush your elbow but he doesn't grab it, isn't sure if you'd be okay with that right now, "can we talk outside for a minute?"
"Of course," you nod, stomach starting to churn a little. There's a meekness to your words and nod that makes Jack frown to himself. "Hey, Samira, I'll catch up with you inside," you call to her before turning around and stepping outside with Jack.
"Let's, um, go around the corner, yeah?" You nod at him and follow him around, standing across from him just inside the alley on the side of the bar. Jack lets out a steadying breath, hoping he hasn't permanently damaged your relationship or pushed you away. "I am very sorry for the way I've treated you today. I apologize, deeply and sincerely, and I'm happy to apologize again and talk more later. I've been jealous and battling my own insecurities all day, that's not an excuse, just an explanation, and I let it all win and took it out on you and that's unacceptable. I didn't mean any of it and I know you're not interested in him and aren't going to even entertain taking him back. I know I made an already difficult and trying day more difficult and trying for you and I'm very, very sorry, and I hope you can forgive me."
You let out a relieved sigh, glad he really has turned a corner, even if only somewhat, even if only enough to apologize and see how he's been acting today clearly.
You give Jack a loving smile and take a step closer to him, rest your hands on his chest. "Of course I can forgive you." You lean up and kiss him, sense he needs the reassurance, and frankly so do you. Your smile grows when Jack sighs in relief and you watch the tension melt from his shoulders. "I get it. I get how easily the jealousy and insecurities can take over. I'm not happy with how you treated me at times today or that you wound up taking it out on me, of course, and I know you're not happy about it either, and we both know it's not okay, but I understand why it happened, and it hasn't changed anything between us, okay? Your jealousy and insecurities don't get that kind of power. Neither does he." Jack nods and you slide your hands up to hold the back of his neck, thumbs running along his jaw. You enjoy the slight scratch of it from his stubble that's grown out over the day. "Is there a reason you wouldn't just talk to me about it all?"
Jack licks his lips and shakes his head, takes a couple of seconds to put his thoughts together. "I was afraid, I still am a little, honestly, that if I told you all of my insecurities it might make you see them and realize that I'm right to be insecure about them and they're reasons to leave and so talking would end up making you leave. I know how twisted and fucked that logic is, I just couldn't help but be terrified by it and so I didn't talk. And me thinking that it would make you leave, that's not a reflection of you and anything I think you'd really do, it's totally my brain projecting my past and trauma and just what I think you should do, maybe. Because sometimes I really believe that you could do better. That you should. And that I don't deserve you."
"Jack," you whisper, heart hurting at the thought of him hurting and having those thoughts.
"It's hard not to compare myself. To any guy, but especially an ex. And it's hard not to see myself losing that comparison," he admits. "Even against Dale."
"Jack, Sweetheart, I don't see other people like that. None of them. I don't compare you to anyone. I don't need to. I know I have the best and everything I could ever ask for and then a whole lot more." You're not going to push him to reveal his insecurities right now, especially not here. You might ask when you're home but even then you know they're something he needs to be ready to share.
The earnestness in your expression and your words are like a balm for Jack, soothing still recovering nerves and thoughts of his insecurities. "I know, I do. I promise," he murmurs.
"I couldn't compare you to anyone if I tried. You're my Jack. Nobody could ever make me feel the way you do. There's just something about you." You bite your lip and giggle preemptively a little. "A je ne sais quoi, one might say."
You and Jack look at each other for the briefest second before bursting into laughter together. "I love you, and I'm really happy we're okay," Jack says through his laughter. He wraps his arms around you and pulls you into him, kissing you breathless and then giving you the big hug you told Dana you wanted. "And I'm really, really sorry that I hurt you. I hate it so much."
You wrap your arms around his neck, holding Jack close. "I love you too, and I'm really happy we're okay too," you murmur into his chest just loud enough for him to hear. "And I forgive you."
Jack rubs his hands up and down your back and sways the two of you a little bit. "It's okay," he murmurs, "we're okay and everything is normal and good." There's the slightest intonation at the end that tells you he's seeking your reassurance that what he's saying is true.
"Everything is normal and good," you reassure him as you pull back to look at him. You raise your eyebrows at him a little. "How are you feeling now? You seem kind of… chill. Like he stood in between us as we walked and you didn't seem to be super bothered."
"I'm feeling better about it, yeah. Talking with Dana helped, a lot. I know it should have been talking with you, but she told me some of what you said and I don't know… I just got over myself in a way," he shrugs. "It's still kind of hard to watch and stirs up insecurities, but I'm in control of them now at least. I tried looking for you to talk to you before we got here, but I couldn't find you and then you were talking with Samira and Dale came up to me."
"He idolizes you," you smirk at Jack.
Jack rolls his eyes at the thought of Dale. "Do you want an apology from him? Publicly or privately or both? Because I'm happy to make sure he apologizes."
You chuckle and shake your head at him. "Nah. I'm over it and him. It's just not worth it. You can give him a little piece of your mind if you want at some point, without making a scene, please, but honestly I don't want to give him any more of my time or have to hear anything else from him, much less some pathetic, disingenuous apology that he doesn't understand why he's giving."
"That's fair," Jack nods. "Do you want a public apology from me? Either here or at the Pitt? Or both. I'm sure people saw me being an ass to you today."
"No," you laugh softly. "I don't think anyone actually really did other than Dana. Nobody said anything or gave me any looks. And even if they did, you apologized to me and we talked and that's all that matters. Plus I hate that kind of attention." You and Jack share a look. "But I appreciate you asking and acknowledging it was in public. And I appreciate you owning how you acted and not making excuses or trying to play it off and giving me a sincere apology. Not everyone would."
"Of course. It's about the least I could do," he smiles at you. "Is Dale making you seriously uncomfortable with the flirting? I hesitate to call it flirting but that's just the easiest way to refer to whatever it is he's doing."
"Not really," you shrug, stepping out of the hug as Jack does so that the two of you can walk back to the bar. "Especially now that we're okay and you've chilled about it. It's just kind of funny and I imagine it's only going to get increasingly entertaining with drinks."
"Alright," Jack chuckles. "Do you mind then letting me be the one to tell him about us when the time is right? If he starts making you uncomfortable, just tell him or do whatever you need to do, of course."
You laugh as you walk into the bar. "Sure, Sweetheart, you can tell him."
"Thank you," he smirks at you, following you in. "You want a drink? I'll go grab us some at the bar."
"I do," you nod, peering around the bar looking for the group and Garcia. They've splintered off into smaller groups, but you spot her pretty quickly. "I need to see what Yolanda is drinking. I'm buying for her."
Jack raises an eyebrow. "Lose a bet?"
"No," you smirk at him, "she was fucking phenomenal with Dale today."
"Oh was she?" Jack returns your smirk. "Well, you go find out what she had and text me and I'll get it put on my tab. I'll buy her drinks all night for that."
You giggle at him. "Alright, I'll see you over there." You give Jack's arm a little squeeze and head over to her table, taking off your jacket and using it to save the seat next to you for Jack and to prevent Dale from leaving his seat across the table to come sit next to you. You find out what she was drinking and text Jack, let her know he's buying for her all night and glance at Dale in explanation, making her laugh.
It only takes Jack a few minutes to make his way over, setting your favorite drink down in front of you and his neat scotch in front of the seat next to you that he takes.
"Wow," Dale drawls, "I wish our attendings bought us drinks," he tries to joke. It earns him some half-hearted hums from around the table. You bite your tongue and don't inform him that Jack isn't buying you a drink as your attending, but as your boyfriend.
Conversation starts to flow, and people move around tables to mingle and get to talk to everyone. At some point Jack and Dale end up alone, a situation you spot immediately and watch out of the corner of your eye.
Dale brings up the open attending position again. "It would be so great if you could put in a good word for me. I'd love to get to work in the Pitt."
Jack takes a sip of his scotch and nods. "I mean yeah, I'll report what I observed if you make it far enough for them to ask me." He knows the chances of Dale's application getting that far are slim.
Unsurprisingly, Dale misses the slight dig. "Thanks man, I really appreciate it!" Dale looks over at you and nods. "Yeah, it would be great. Since she has an attending position here, if I got the other one I bet I could get her back and rekindle things with my full package." Jack doesn't have to follow Dale's eyes to know he's looking at you. "Would be kinda cute. Little attending power couple."
Jack clenches his jaw and feels the flare of insecurity and jealousy trying to come up but controls himself and doesn't let it take over. He just gives Dale a smile and nods. "Good luck with that, Dale."
Dale's even more all over you at the bar once he talks to Jack and you return to your original seat. It goes on and on and you're surprised Jack hasn't told him yet. You keep waiting for Jack to jump in and say something but he doesn't. He just sits there quietly sipping his scotch, watching with an amused smile. The two of you exchange looks and smirks at things Dale says and a couple of times you have to look away from each other to keep from laughing. Jack has clearly come to enjoy it for the free comedy show that it is.
"Do you remember getting stuck in that basement together during our third year of med school?" Dale asks you, clearly trying to take it somewhere flirty or sexual. You've just started shutting him down to the best of your ability, much to the amusement of the group.
"No, but I do remember each of the seven times you passed out in anatomy lab and how you could never tell the difference between the clitoris and urethra and in general did so poorly with female reproductive anatomy they kicked you off your OBGYN rotation early." You smile sweetly at Dale, the alcohol helping you feel less bad about the jabs you're making.
Santos chokes on her drink, almost spitting it everywhere and Samira has to abruptly get up and leave the table with her hand over her mouth, the rest of the table looking down or away and trying to cover their laughter.
"Oh that absolutely tracks," Garcia nods.
Jack's clearly holding back a laugh as he finishes his scotch and sets his empty glass down. "Another round?" he asks the group. As a chorus of yes rings out Jack stands and heads to the bar.
"You know what, I'll help," you tell everyone, getting up and following him to the bar, wanting a moment alone with him. You slide onto the stool next to him as he finishes ordering. "Hi," you smile.
"You following me?" he teases, turning on his stool so that he's facing you.
"And what if I am?" you challenge with a tilt of your head.
Jack shrugs, that easy smile he has that you love so much pulling onto his face. "It would make me a happy man."
"I have good news for you then."
He laughs softly and nods. "I'm sorry again, Sweetheart. I hate how I was with you today in those bad moments. I loved the good moments we had. But I hate that I made you hurt and cry. That thought kills me. I want to be wiping your tears and holding you through them, not causing them."
"I know, Baby, and I forgive you. You didn't really cause them as such. I was just emotional and overwhelmed by how much I love you and what felt in the moment like my inability to make you see it." You rest your hand on his thigh and squeeze gently.
"You do make me see it, I swear. It's not you doing anything wrong that made me like that, it's-"
"Hey," you cut him off gently, not wanting him to get too worked up or back in his head, "I know. I know it's not about me or anything I did or didn't do or am or am not doing."
"Good," Jack nods slowly. "As long as you know."
"I do." Your brows arch in curiosity, eyes narrowing just slightly and an amused smile gracing your face. "But so you really just got over your jealousy?"
Jack opens his mouth to say something but then stops. He doesn't want to do this here. "One second," he tells you. Jack flags down the bartender and asks if he can take the drinks over to the group, pointing at the table. The bartender agrees and Jack drops a $20 on the counter before standing and holding his hand out to you. "Come with me."
You tilt your head in playful suspicion but take his hand. You'd follow Jack anywhere. You let him lead you through the bar, neither of you caring who sees nor trying to hide it. Jack takes you down the stairs to the much nicer and very clean single stall bathroom that only locals who frequent know of and are allowed to use.
You raise your eyebrows at him and smirk as you walk in, Jack locking the door behind you.
"Don't look at me like that, this isn't going where you think it's going. I just didn't want to have this conversation at the bar." He walks over to you and settles his hands on your hips.
"Oh," you croon, "but the bar bathroom?"
"Is private," he nods at you teasingly.
You hum in acknowledgment. "So you just got over your jealousy?"
Jack tilts his head as you move a little closer to him and wrap your arms around his waist loosely. "I'm not sure I'd say got over it, because it's still there. Like I said, it's more like after talking with Dana and thinking about what you said to her and had said to me during the day, all these realizations hit me, ending in me realizing that I don't need to be jealous, even if I'm feeling jealous, so it's easier to not let it take control. I mean I knew that all day, so I guess it was really me being able to actually believe that I don't need to be. I'm not saying my insecurities have just disappeared, I'm just handling them better right now and realized I know so many reasons why I don't need to be jealous and give into that feeling, even with my insecurities."
"You wanna share some of those reasons?" you ask. "And that's a serious question. You can say no, you don't have to share. I just wanted to let you know that I would listen if you wanted to say them out loud or if you want me to know some to remind you of if this happens again."
Jack nods. He takes a second and then lets out a long breath. "I know without a doubt you love me and choose me every day even if I question the wisdom of that choice because of how I feel about myself. I know that you're patient with me, even when I'm being an asshole." The two of you exchange small smiles. "I know that you'll give me grace when I make mistakes, that you're not going to run away just because I make one and am an asshole or whatever it might be, I know you're not going to run and find someone new just because things get hard. I know you're committed to me and to us."
His eyes start to grow a little glassy. "I know you could never love him, or anybody else for that matter, the way you love me. Twelve hours with him and you look like you're ready to jump off the roof," Jack pushes his lips together in a tight line and shakes his head once as he swallows thickly. "I'm the one who talks you off the roof. I'm the only one you trust to talk you off the roof."
You both laugh softly, your eyes growing glassy to match Jack's. "Very true," you murmur.
Jack takes in a deep breath. "And I know without a doubt that he could never love you the way I do. For so many reasons. But primarily because he only sees you as something to have. I see you as everything. The only thing, the only thing that matters, because that is what you are to me. The only thing that matters. I need you to know that. I don't need any of the rest of this shit, as nice as it is." He pauses for a second to take you in, make sure he has your gaze. "And I know that you only want and love me. Not Dale or anybody else. Just me. Just your Jack."
You nod at him, giving his words a chance to linger in the small space between you. And also to let you and Jack come down a little bit, not wanting either of you to get totally bogged down in emotion, even good emotion, in the bathroom of this bar and then have to return to the group upstairs.
"Good," you start, "all of those things are true. I'm glad you were able to realize all that, you fucking goose," you tease him. Jack laughs, lets out a small groan because he still has no fucking idea where that came from when he called you it earlier today. You have to laugh along with him, his laugh always infectious and mood brightening.
You bring your hands to cup Jack's face as your laughter trails off. "My Jack," you whisper with a beaming smile.
"Your Jack," he whispers back and nods, smiling just as hard. Jack takes in a deep breath and shakes his head at you a little. "I love you so fucking much." He leans in and kisses you, both of you smiling so widely that it doesn't quite work at first. You both melt into it though, Jack's arms wrapping around you tighter.
He starts walking you backwards, one hand sliding up to cup the back of your head as you hit the wall. You moan when you're finally able to really taste the scotch on Jack's tongue and that's when he pulls away to kiss at your jaw. "You wanna know what else I know?" he asks, his voice low and seductive, all gravel, while one hand comes and unbuttons and unzips your jeans with ease.
"Yeah," you pant softly as Jack slips his hand into your pants below your underwear and works his fingers downward.
You make a noise of protest when Jack abruptly pulls away, both of you looking at each other in confusion.
"Jesus fucking christ," Jack's face twists with a hint of concern, "I've never felt you this… dry."
You scoff. "Hello? Do you remember who I've spent all fucking day with? And then on top of that you were giving me whiplash. Of course it's a fucking desert down there." The two of you share an amused laugh as Jack flicks his eyebrows up at you in acknowledgment. "Just keep kissing me and talking to me, and using your fingers and it'll be quick," you tell him a little breathlessly as you try to grind down onto his hand.
"Yeah?" Jack asks with a smirk, pulling his hand from your pants to spit on his fingers before slipping his hand back where it was, his other hand holding onto your hip. His lips find yours once again and the heel of his palm grinds against your clit while his fingers run through you and tease your entrance.
"Yeah," you mumble against his lips. Jack laughs softly against your lips before kissing you hard, consuming you and swallowing down every whimper and moan and sigh his lips and fingers pull from you. "Just so you know," you breathe as his lips move down to your jaw, "this is going exactly where I thought it was."
Jack nips at the corner of your jaw, smirking at the little gasp you make. "I mean I can stop," he hums. "We're just starting to get somewhere," Jack murmurs as he pushes a finger inside of you now that you're wet enough and you keen for him. "But I can stop."
"Do not fucking stop," you pant, one of your hands flying down to hold onto his wrist so that he can't pull away, both of you pretending you'd be strong enough to stop him, your other hand gripping the bicep of his other arm.
He chuckles darkly against your ear. "Well when you order me so nicely."
Jack kisses you again, starts pumping his finger in and out of you slowly, adjusting his hand so that his thumb can work your clit more precisely than the heel of his hand. You pull your head back, pushing it into the wall a bit at the feeling. "Oh, Jack," you sigh so sweetly for him it almost makes his teeth ache.
"My beautiful woman," Jack murmurs, more to himself than anything, a small smile pulling at his lips, but his eyes beaming as he looks into yours, the corners crinkled how you adore. After a few seconds the smile grows into a self-satisfied smirk, his eyes narrowing just slightly, now sparkling with heady lust that has you shivering. "I know he could never fuck you the way I do," he rasps as he slides another finger inside of you, thumb working your clit a little faster. "Because he's just a little fucking boy and you need a real man to fuck you right."
"Fuck, Jack," you moan, clenching around him as the fire he's started in your lower abdomen stokes hotter.
Jack swallows down your moan as he kisses you again, sucking on your tongue. He's fully hard now, already straining against his boxer briefs and cargos. He pulls away to let you get some air, your eyes finding his automatically, knowing it's his expectation. "Good girl," he praises you, giving you a single pass of his fingers with them crooked just right to rub over that perfect spot inside you. "I know he couldn't get as deep inside of you as I do." Jack emphasizes his words with a harsh thrust of his fingers inside you as deep as he can get them, careful not to scratch or ram into your cervix.
His thrust forces you to take a sharp breath in and your hand around his wrist tightens as you try and fail to think of anything other than "Jack," to breathlessly stutter out.
"I know he couldn't make you feel as full as I do," Jack groans, again emphasizing his words, this time by fucking a third finger inside of you. His cock throbs at how tight you are around his fingers, how hot you are and how wet you've gotten. How wet he's made you.
"Shit, your fingers feel so good, Jack," you moan, your orgasm building almost embarrassingly quick. Your hand on his bicep moves up to his hair, fingers tangling in the salt and pepper curls you love so much. "So, so, fucking good. Make me feel so full."
"Did he ever even make you come?" Jack whispers at your ear, gently biting the shell of it as his fingers continue to work you, thumb playing with your clit just how you like and need, slick with your own arousal.
You manage to pant out a laugh. "What the fuck do you think?"
"No, he didn't, did he? He left you to do all the work for yourself, which is an atrocity." He 'tsks,' shaking his head a little as he pulls back, blown hazel eyes boring into yours. Jack finally gives you what you want, crooking his fingers again and keeping them like that as he continues to fuck you with his fingers, switching up his rhythm to keep you guessing, but always dragging along that spot. "Pretty thing like you should be able to just relax and let all the way go and give into the feelings, be made to feel good."
"You do," you mewl, "Jesus, Jack, you do. You do, make me feel so good."
"Yeah, I know I do, Baby. And this," Jack grunts, curling his fingers with greater pressure and pushing down harder with his thumb so he's almost cupping you, "is mine," Jack groans. "Your pussy belongs to me."
He starts moving his fingers again, and you keen for him, "Yeah, yeah, yours, Jack. Yours." Your mind is starting to get hazy from the pleasure, Jack quickly becoming the only thing that exists for you, words and coherent sentences getting harder to form. You let your head fall against the wall and close your eyes.
Jack's cock throbs and strains painfully against his boxer briefs and cargos. He knows he's leaking for you, is desperate for some relief but ignores it to focus on you. He realizes your eyes have closed and that's simply not going to work for him. "Ah, ah, you have to keep looking at me Baby, or I'll stop."
You force your eyes back open as Jack's hand on your hip comes up, his thumb brushing over your lips. You open your mouth for him, whimpering when he slides his thumb in and presses down on your tongue to move your head back down a little so he can see your eyes better. He picks up his pace as he does, your orgasm so close you can taste it.
Jack smirks at you when you have to move your hand from his wrist up to his shoulder to help steady yourself, your other hand still in his hair and tugging with every stroke of his fingers. "I know that even if he tried, he couldn't make you come as hard as I do."
You moan against his thumb and Jack pulls it from your mouth. "No, only you Jack," you pant, having to really work to keep your eyes open. "Only you, Jack. Jack, Jack, Jack."
"I know he couldn't make you come this fucking fast in the bathroom of a bar after a twelve hour shift, much less the trying and never-ending twelve hour shift you just had," Jack husks, the way you say his name making him shiver.
"Jack, please!" You're close, you're right fucking there. And Jack knows it. You know he knows it. "Please, Baby," you moan, "please, please, please."
"And I know I can make you come after all that." Jack's free hand covers your mouth to muffle the cry of his name he knows you're about to give him. He times the next drag of his fingers with the pass of his thumb over your clit perfectly. "Easily."
Your orgasm crashes down on you as Jack finishes the last syllable of the word, pleasure searing through you and stars dotting your vision as you fight to keep your eyes open for Jack. You're thankful for his hand over your mouth keeping you quiet as you let yourself relax and let all the way go and completely give into the way Jack is making you feel so fucking unreasonably good.
Jack praises you as he works you through it, "my good girl," and "you did so good for me, Baby," and "there you go, that's it," and your name dripping off his tongue. Though still muffled by his hand, Jack's name similarly falls from your lips over and over, and Jack can feel every time you moan his name, the air you expel to make the sound hot against his palm. He slows just before you hit painful overstimulation, working you up enough so that you'll feel every movement of the seam of your jeans for the rest of the night.
He pulls his hand from your over your mouth and his fingers from you, humming in appreciation as he admires how slick you've gotten them while you suck in huge breaths of air and try to catch your breath. Jack offers you one to clean for him and keeps the other two for himself.
You don't care that you're still panting, still feel a little like you're not getting enough oxygen, you open your mouth for him when he offers it and make a show of sucking it clean, holding his gaze the entire time and deliberately letting a little spit drip from the corner of your mouth.
Jack gathers the spit on his finger as he pulls it from your mouth, kitten licks it clean and then sucks his other two fingers clean, holding your gaze just as you held his. He groans from deep in his chest at the taste of you, lets his eyes flutter closed for a few seconds as he enjoys.
He opens his eyes as he pulls his fingers from his mouth. "So sweet for me."
"Oh, fuck Jack," you pant softly, breathing a laugh. "You and your perfect fucking timing are gonna kill me one day."
"You think I'd ever let that happen?" he quirks an eyebrow and smirks as his hands come and button and zip your jeans.
You pout, drop your weight onto one hip and everything, still catching your breath. "So no fucking me here?"
Jack chuckles at you. "No, Baby," he shakes his head. "You're going to have to wait until we get home for that." He brings his hand up and cradles your jaw, brushes his thumb over your lip and then kisses you deeply, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. "But good things come to those that wait," he murmurs against your lips, giving you one last chaste kiss before pulling away.
You whine, but pacify yourself by reaching for his waistband, knowing he's hard. "At least let me take care of you, Handsome," you croon, licking your lips and starting to fantasize about the feel and taste of Jack in your mouth.
He intercepts your hands before they make it to his waistband, bringing each to his mouth and kissing your palms. "Home," Jack murmurs firmly.
You give him another little pout but don't push the issue, tell yourself waiting makes it better. You turn to look in the mirror, fixing your hair some and smoothing out your shirt.
Jack slides up behind you, arms wrapped around your middle as he rests his head on your shoulder and tilts his head, catches your gaze in the mirror. "Somehow you look even prettier like this, when you're glowing and dewy from coming so hard and still so needy."
You shiver at his words, turn in his arms and smile, ghost your knuckles over his cheek. "You're very sweet."
"Just the truth, Sweetheart," he smiles at you and then leans in for a quick kiss. "Okay, you head back out. I'm going to take a minute," he gestures at his still hard cock, "and then I'll come join you."
You nod. "Okay, Baby. I'll see you out there." You give him one last kiss and head to the door.
"Hey," Jack gets your attention before you open the door, gives you a knowing smirk, "if a good moment comes, tell him."
"So how come this boyfriend of yours never showed up? I wanted to meet him." Dale takes a sip of his beer while trying to make some sort of suggestive eyes at you that fail comically. A small group of you are at a high top table, Jack having slipped away a few minutes ago to settle up with the bartender. You're really not surprised when Dale tries to show he's better in front of the group, but you are a little disappointed Jack isn't here for it. "I'd never stand you up, especially not in front of a group."
There have been several moments since you returned to the group where you could've told Dale, but none of them felt quite right. This moment, however, feels perfect.
"Oh Dale." You smile and finish off what's left of your drink as the group tries to stifle their laughter. You set your glass down and smirk at him. "You've already met him."
You laugh under your breath as you watch Dale's brows furrow and lips pull down into a frown as he looks around at the men of the Pitt who are in your group and scattered around the bar.
Jack stays to the side, out of view but within ear shot and hears the conversation. So with perfect timing, you feel an arm wrap around your waist and smell what's left of Jack's cologne as he walks up behind you. "Hi," he murmurs at your temple, just loud enough to be heard by the group, "I love you." You lean back into Jack as he kisses your temple, absolutely relishing in Dale's horrified expression. Jack is fine with respectful and classy PDA when you're not at work even when you're with people from work, so it's not like any of this is scandalous to the rest of the group. "You ready to go home, Sweetheart?"
"Love you too, Handsome," you murmur back, turning your head and taking a proper kiss from Jack. "And yeah, I was just thinking about how I'm getting kinda tired."
Jack hums as he straightens back up, staring Dale right in the eyes. "Can't have you getting too tired on me before I get you in bed."
Dale looks like he might be sick, clearly panicking at the realization that he's been flirting and making sexual comments to his idol's girlfriend all day. The others at the table are all looking down at their laps for the most part, knowing that if they look at each other they'll all lose it and start laughing. They glance up every now and again, though, to get another look at Dale's face.
"Very true. I'm sure the walk to our place will wake me up some." You give Dale a saccharine smile as Jack takes a step back and helps you off the barstool and into your jacket. "And we have tomorrow off, so we can sleep in."
"Maybe I'll make you breakfast and bring it to you in bed if you're good," Jack winks at you.
He turns his attention back to Dale, and if looks could kill, Dale would be dead. Jack takes in a deep breath to calm himself a little, remembering what you told him earlier when he asked if you wanted an apology from Dale. "A bit of professional and personal advice. The next time a woman tells you she has a boyfriend and doesn't react to your attempts at flirting, back the fuck off and fucking stop." He raises his eyebrows at Dale and nods to underscore his words.
His anger flares again as Dale looks at him in fucking confusion. God he'd really love to strangle this asshole a little bit, but Jack is quite sure that would qualify as making a scene. "You're lucky that she's so over it and you and that she doesn't want to give you any more of her time or hear anything else from you. Because if it were up to me you'd be on the bar publicly apologizing to her now and you'd be back in the Pitt the next time she works apologizing to her in front of everybody for the fucking complete lack of respect you showed her today."
You bite your lip as you watch Dale's eyes somehow grow wider, his mouth opening and closing as he shakes his head, trying to find words to get himself out of this. You let him flounder for a moment before replying to Jack.
"We'll have to see about breakfast in bed I suppose, Dr. Abbot," you smirk at him before turning your attention back to the group, pausing for a second just to revel a little more at Dale's face. "Goodnight and good luck to those of you working tomorrow. See you all soon. Well," you look Dale in the eyes, "not you luckily."
"Have a good night guys," Jack nods at the group, laughing under his breath as he gives Dale one last glare.
You give everyone a little wave as you turn with Jack and start walking out of the bar. When you sling an arm around his waist and lean into him Jack runs his arm up your back, holding the back of your neck gently to help guide you through the fairly busy bar.
"That's my girl," Jack praises you just loud enough for the two of you to hear as you get close to the door.
You shrug. "Just telling the truth. If I never see him again it'll be too soon. And hey," you squeeze his waist and pause at the side of the door, "I really appreciate you respecting what I said earlier and giving him a little piece of your mind without turning it into a huge scene and not forcing him to apologize. A lot of men would've just kind of disregarded that and gone full knight in shining armor just to prove a point to everyone else."
"I'll always respect your choices, Sweetheart," he smiles down at you. "In everything."
"I know and I didn't doubt it for a second, I just still think I should acknowledge that I see you doing it and I appreciate it," you explain. "I really did love what you said though. Very hot, Dr. Abbot."
"Good. I'm very glad you know and don't doubt it," he says seriously. "And I'm glad you found it hot. I'd also like you to know that I wanted to strangle him, just a little bit, but I didn't because that probably would've caused a scene." You snort a laugh and shake your head at him as you smile. Jack chuckles with you as he opens the door for you. "You think he'll still apply for the attending position?"
"Oh absolutely." You roll your eyes to yourself and shake your head. "You know in some ways I'd love to see that interview and him absolutely groveling at your feet."
Jack huffs. "He doesn't need to grovel at my feet. He needs to at your feet." After a second Jack sighs and then gives a single laugh. "The look on his face was fucking priceless."
Both you and Jack burst into laughter. "I know I wish I'd asked someone to record it," you giggle. Jack wishes he could bottle the sound and how good it makes him feel.
He subtly glances through the window near the table you'd been sitting at and then slows. You look up at him with raised brows, confused about why you're stopping. "Can I kiss you?"
You give him an amused smile. "Since when did you need to ask?"
"Since there's a dual motive because I both want to kiss you and Dale is watching and I want to rub it in. But I don't want you to feel used," Jack explains.
You giggle again as you lean up to kiss Jack, wrap your arms around his neck and open your mouth for him before he even has to ask. Jack wastes no time deepening it, gliding his tongue across yours as his hands slide down your sides to your back, moving lower until his hands slip into the back pockets of your jeans and pull you closer to him by your ass.
"You're so adorable. I love you," you whisper against his lips before giving him another lingering kiss. "That was very sweet of you to ask, but I'd like to rub it in too."
"Clearly," he laughs against your lips, pulls his hands from your pockets and wraps his arms around your middle, holding you close. "I love you too."
You and Jack chat about whatever comes to mind as you make the short walk home hand in hand with your fingers laced together.
"Oh," you squeeze Jack's hand, "remind me at some point when we're home that I need to order more of these scrub pants."
"Okay," he draws out the first syllable. "Why?"
You glance up at him and smile sweetly. "I want enough of these to make sure I can wear them every time I work with you."
Jack lets out a pained groan. "That's just mean. That's like…" He tries to think of a comparison. "I'm going to start wearing only my undershirt. No scrub top."
"That is so unfair," you whine, thinking for a second. "Though, you know, that'd probably improve the patient satisfaction scores of the patients attracted to men who only get to admire you from afar, so I guess I can suffer to get Gloria off our backs. Only if you give me the credit with her."
Jack huffs a laugh. "Stop it." He bumps your shoulder with his.
You shrug. "I'm just saying the people attracted to men love you, Dr. Abbot."
"They do not." You can hear the teasing eye roll in his voice.
You glance up at him with an amused smirk. "How many phone numbers have you been given so far this year Jack?"
"What?" he mutters, taking a second to think about it. "Honey, I have no fucking idea. Not many."
"Not many, he says," you laugh to yourself. "32, Jack. Just that I've been around to witness or been told about. It's mid May. 32."
Jack scoffs. "How the fuck do you know that?"
"Because I'm jealous every single time I see it happen or am told it happened and so my mind just makes me keep track of the number." You glance up at Jack and smile when you see his mouth a little open and eyebrows raised, a bit surprised. "You're not the only one in this relationship who gets jealous, Jack. Though, I can admit it's much different when it's random people and not someone from the past who there's been a kind of relationship with."
"Is that why you've been so chill about me being jealous and a dick to you in certain moments today? Which again, I truly am sorry for being like that." He shoots you a sheepish smile.
"I've accepted your apology," you tell Jack gently. "We're okay, I promise. And I'm not upset with you." You give his hand another squeeze. "You have to work on forgiving yourself, Baby." Jack nods slowly. He knows he does. It's just really hard to think about forgiving himself for hurting you.
"But yeah, that's part of why. The other part is if the situation was ever reversed, and it was your ex flirting like that with you I'd lose it, like I would be fully apoplectic. I'd make sure she knew so fast and be such a bitch you'd probably have to send me home," you laugh. "It would be insecurity fucking central, especially because I'm sure all your exes are fucking gorgeous. I wouldn't be able to keep it together, I'd have to force myself to not talk to you so that I didn't take it out on you and that would be so hard to do because talking to you would give me reassurance. It would be bad. So, yeah. I get it, you know?"
"And partially, I don't know," you shrug softly, "I don't like that you felt jealous and insecure and I don't want you to feel like that because I know how much it sucks, but the fact that you did get jealous made me feel good in a way? Like in the sense that, to you, I'm worth getting jealous over."
Jack lets out a long breath and slows you both to a stop under a streetlight so you can see each other well when you face each other. "Okay, first of all, none of my exes are anywhere near as gorgeous as you, so try to remember that. And second, yeah, of course you're worth getting jealous over. The thought of losing you in any way terrifies me. You're worth more than getting jealous over. I mean jesus, Sweetheart, you're worth everything to me. My other limbs," he gives you a humorous smile, "my career, being a doctor, my freedom. My life. Everything."
You have to look down for a couple seconds to blink back a few tears. "God, you so would say that under a streetlight on a random street in Pittsburgh, just like you said all that romantic shit in the bathroom of a bar," you laugh under your breath as you look back up at him.
He raises an eyebrow at you. "Is that a bad thing?"
"Not at all," you shake your head, pausing. "It's..," you press your lips together in a smile and nod once. "It's a Jack thing. It's just very you to say something that romantic and meaningful and loving in some random spot as reassurance. Which," you cock your head at him, "you realize the same is true for me of you? You're worth everything to me."
"I know," he nods with a sappy smile.
"You don't ever need to worry about losing me to someone else. You're my forever, Jack. My always. My constant." The corners of your lips twitch up in a teasing smile. "The stripes to my zebra."
"Oh god," Jack groans, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into his chest. "We were having such a nice moment and you just had to bring up fucking zebras," he teases, unable to hide his laughter.
He leans down and kisses the top of your head, the two of you standing there and laughing for a bit together before you pull away from him.
"But I'm serious." The way you smile at him makes Jack dizzy, your eyes glittering with love. "There's no me without you anymore, Jack. Without you, I'd be a shell of myself. You carry my heart."
Jack smiles back at you, his eyes glittering just like yours. "As you carry mine, Baby." He leans down and kisses your lips and then your forehead. "Let's get home."
You nod and keep one of your arms wrapped around Jack as you start walking towards home again. The silence you share is comfortable and familiar. It's the sound of you both winding down from your shift and the day.
Your walk home continues in silence until you abruptly break it. "You know, we could have zebra print as one of our wedding colors." You know you're not engaged, but you also know it's coming sooner rather than later. You can just feel it.
"Stop it." Jack tries to stop the laugh your words pull from him but he can't. "What am I gonna do with you?"
You and Jack don't make it to the bedroom when you get home. He has you pinned to the wall next to the front door and his lips on yours seconds after your bags hit the floor. It's only another fifteen seconds before he's walking you backwards to the couch and getting his lips on a different part of your body that has you arching your back and tugging on his hair as Jack devours your pussy.
He doesn't give you any time to recover, his cock inside of you within seconds of pulling his mouth off you. It ends with the two of you in a heap on the couch, Jack's head on your chest as you giggle in a post-orgasm haze about how good he fucks you and Jack pants about how he'll never get enough of you.
You eventually pull yourselves together enough to take a shower together. You talk more as you wash each other, Jack revealing some of the insecurities he was dealing with earlier, and you reassuring him. And now Jack finds himself naked and waiting for you in bed while you finish up your skincare. He lets his eyes roam your body greedily when you walk out of the bathroom naked. You notice of course, and it makes you feel better about yourself than he could ever fathom.
"Okay, so, I know this is probably awful, and you don't have to answer, but I'm kind of dying to know." You raise an eyebrow at him. "Was he even good in bed?"
You laugh, having been wondering if he'd ever ask. You stop at the dresser to answer him before finding one of his old t-shirts to wear to bed. "Not my worst, for sure. At the time I thought he was pretty good, but I was comparing him to college experiences, so," you shrug. "I was serious in the bathroom at the bar, though, he never made me come. I got off while he was fucking me because I got myself off, but he never made it happen by himself."
Before you can turn to find a shirt Jack beckons you to him with his fingers, opening the comforter for you to climb in. He wants to feel as much of your skin on his as possible. "You wouldn't describe him as having been pretty good now?"
You get on the bed from the end and start climbing your way up Jack's body. "Now I know he was just okay at best. Not bad, but just okay."
Jack smirks. "Oh yeah? And how do you know that?"
"Well," you smirk back at him, lowering yourself on top of him so that you're chest to chest, and giving him a quick kiss, "I started getting fucked by this really hot doctor, the hottest and most handsome man I've ever seen, actually. His name is Dr. Jack Abbot. He's shown and continues to show me what sex can really be, how good I can really be made to feel."
"Sounds like quite the guy," Jack hums. But there's a little flush to his cheeks that tells you how much your words mean to him.
"He is." You lean in and give him another couple of kisses. "You have nothing to worry about when it comes to anyone I've ever slept with. You're really, really fucking good at everything related to sex, Jack. You're far and away the best I've ever had."
"Yeah?" Jack chases your lips and gives you a sweet peck.
"Mhm," you nod. "And I know it's because you love me. Like truly love me. And so even when you have me sobbing with my head pushed into the mattress and you're being a little mean how I like because I was being a brat and you're fucking me within an inch of my life, I feel loved and I know I am loved, just as much as I feel and know it when you're holding me close and making love to me and saying you love me over and over. I always know. I always feel it. And it's not even just love, it's your love, and that just adds something for me, I guess."
Jack's heart throbs in his chest because you are so sweet and precious and always know just what he needs to hear even when he doesn't know. "I am very, very glad that you always feel that and know it, because I do truly love you, more than I know what to do with." He gives you a loving smile. "And know that I always feel and know I'm loved by you."
"Good." You smile back at him and lean in for another kiss, let him deepen it. Jack rolls the two of you as you kiss so that he's on top of you. But you know it's not going anywhere, both of you are too tired. You know he just wants to lay on you and be held after the battle he's had with his thoughts all day.
Jack settles his head on your chest, the thump of your heart calming him and helping lead him to sleep. You wrap your arms around him and run one of your hands through his hair, scratch at his scalp how he enjoys.
After a bit Jack breaks the comfortable silence you've been resting in. "I think we should plan a vacation."
"Yeah? Where do you wanna go?" You run your fingers through the curls at the nape of his neck and the scratch there, pulling a soft groan from Jack.
"Preferably somewhere we would spend most of our time laying in the sun." He nuzzles his nose against your skin, pressing a few soft kisses to the top of your breast.
"Mm," you groan longingly at the thought, "I think that sounds lovely and perfect."
"You're not bummed it's not Paris?" he teases. But there's a bit of a real ask behind it.
You snort. "Hardly. I'd love to go with you someday, and I appreciate you being worried about that, but if you think I could ever be bummed about the prospect of getting to press myself into your sun-warmed body and getting to see you half naked, all tanned with your freckles popping more…" you hum as you imagine it, "then you're very wrong."
Jack chuckles. "Alright, I just wanted to check."
"We can look around online tomorrow if you want." You yawn, your sleepiness starting to hit you hard.
"That sounds good, Baby." Jack shifts, leaning off of you and nodding with his chin to tell you to turn over so he can spoon you.
You shake your head, you want to spoon him tonight because you want to hold him and because you know it's what he needs tonight after battling his insecurities all day. "Other way. I want to be the big spoon tonight."
He lets out a soft breath, gives you an even softer smile before kissing you. "Okay."
Jack rolls and you roll behind him, spooning him as best you can with the size difference between you. He takes your arm that's over the top of him and brings it in close to his chest, snuggling up to it as he basks in the feeling of being held.
"Love you, Jack," you mumble, sleep thick in your voice as you give in to it.
"I love you too," he murmurs, "sleep well, Sweetheart because in between looking for a vacation spot I intend on fucking you so good over and over again tomorrow that you forget his and any of your exes names."
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Hey! Would Eddie ever have a Kitten? He seems like such a catguy.
Anon I fully agreed with you, there are for sure times where he's a cat guy. But there are also times I think when he IS a cat guy. Like he is a whole cat in a man's body lol
the world gets a lot easier when you learn to be wrong without getting pissed or doubling down. saying, ‘you’re right, that makes sense, I was misinformed, thanks for telling me’ instead of going to war over something your ego’s latched onto will save you time, energy, and the embarrassment of sounding like a whiny little bitch
