He watches when you don’t
Content: you a nurse and jack abbot work together but he’s recently been watching you a lot and always grabs you coffee and somehow always bumps into you
WARNING: smut 18plus mild flirty teasing kinda slow burn ( let me know if I missed anything else)
Word count: 1,818
It was a hot summer day as you clock into your night shift. You had been working at Pittsburgh Medical Center for roughly a year now. You love everyone there, and you’re a damn good nurse.
As you head to your desk, you see a coffee waiting there for you. You were confused, not knowing why it was there. As you picked it up, there was a note from Jack saying, “you did good yesterday, thought you might need this :)” with a tiny smiley face drawn on it. That made you smile.
Not too long after that, Jack clocked in, saying hi to everyone. As he came up to you from behind the counter and softly put his hand on the small of your back, you shoot your head back.
“What are you doing?” you said.
He took his hand back. “My apologies, I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable,” he said, kinda mad at himself for coming on too strong.
“No, no, you’re fine. I meant what are you doing here?… I mean, you don’t come in for another hour or so,” you said, crossing your arms softly.
He looked at you with a small grin and shrugged. “Thought I’d get my steps in… got a problem with that?” he said, smirking.
You rolled your eyes at him. “Get to work, Abbot,” you shoot back.
He grinned as he went off on his own.
Not long after, you were busy, trying to get everything organized in the closet. As you rush out, you bumped into Jack. You push off immediately, and you feel the heat burn up your neck.
“I’m so sorry, Jack, I wa—”
You were cut off. “No, you’re fine, honey. I was rushing by anyways, I should’ve been watching,” he said as if he didn’t do it on purpose.
He gave a small pat on your shoulder as he walked into the nurses station, charting something. His eyes glanced over and watched you—the way you bit your lip when you were focused, or when you reached high enough on the shelf your scrub shirt rose and showed your midriff slightly.
He grips the counter hard, trying not to get himself worked up.
Then the EMTs rush in with a little boy with his left leg basically severed from the knee down. Everyone rushes into Bay 3, and so does Jack. He puts on a pair of gloves as Dana calls surgery down quickly. The room is packed as you head in and start to help stop the bleeding, Santos and Mel helping.
Jack needs to get by, and as he squeezes past you, his groin brushes against your ass. In that moment, you don’t realize it or care you’re just focused on helping the boy. Jack goes up to him.
“Hey, bud, I’m Dr. Abbot. We’re gonna make sure your leg’s okay, alright?” Jack says as he starts to work beside you. He’s right next to you as he whispers in that low, rough voice, “You’re doing good,” just to you.
You look at him for a moment longer than needed, then shake your head. Not long after that, surgery comes down and takes the boy upstairs. You take off your gloves as you wash your hands, and your mind can’t help but think about how Jack squeezed past you his hand ghosting your hip, how you could feel the faint outline of him.
Lost in thought, you can’t help but bite your lip, and Jack sees it as he comes up behind you, touching the small of your back, looking deeply into your eyes.
“You alright? I know it’s not every day a nurse like you sees something like that,” he says. He loves keeping eye contact with you, the way your eyes seem to glitter when they’re on him.
You shake your head. “No, I’m fine, just… I don’t know, actually,” you say as you dry your hands, not wanting to tell Jack the real reason you’re quiet and not looking at him because if you did, your face would be bright red.
Jack nods, though, as he looks at your lips, then your eyes. “Shen brought some donuts… if you want one, I put it on your desk,” he says. Before you can respond, he gives you a small wink and goes about his business.
You head to the nurse station, and at your desk is a pink donut your favorite flavor. As you eat it, enjoying the sweetness, Jack comes up to you. He thinks it’s so cute the way your cheeks are filled, making you look like a rabbit eating.
Before he can think, his hand goes up to the corner of your mouth and smudges the frosting off. You go stiff as you feel his hand on your bottom lip, looking up at him. Your cheeks burn a bright red.
“You look cute when you eat, you know that?” he says with a sly smirk before leaning in. “If you want, maybe me and you could go on a coffee date after work?”
You still look stunned as you lower your donut and don’t make eye contact with Jack. “You know this is unprofessional, right?” you say, trying to act like you don’t like his behavior but you do. You can’t stop thinking about what else he could run across your lips or how nice it felt when he did it.
He looks stunned. You then lean in with a low whisper, “I’m not the one blushing, sweetheart.”
You try and snap back into reality as you looked around, starting to get embarrassed.
“Jack, that was unprofessional of you… you know that, right?” you said as you crossed your arms.
Jack couldn’t help but have a soft grin on his face as he looked at you, then glanced around at the busy ER.
“What, you gonna tell HR on me for making you blush?” he said, raising a brow with an innocent smirk.
You rolled your eyes as you straightened up, getting ready to leave, but before you could, Jack held your hand softly.
“If you want… maybe me and you could get some coffee after this shift. It’ll be on me, okay?” he said as he let go of your hand.
You looked at him, a blush running up your neck again as you looked away, embarrassed.
“Yeah, that’ll be fine,” you said tightly as you walked away, flustered.
Jack couldn’t help but smile, knowing he was making you feel that way was a tiny victory in his book.
After your shift, Jack took you to a little coffee shop. You two sat down.
“You look pretty,” Jack said gently.
You looked at him with a small smile.
“What’s with the flirting, Doctor Abbot?” you said as you sipped your coffee. You were feeling bolder now, knowing he was on the same page as you.
Jack, on the other hand, liked that you called him “Doctor Abbot,” and he couldn’t help but think about hearing you say it while he’s on top of you. His eyes darkened with heat.
“What, can’t a man compliment a pretty girl?” he said as his foot brushed yours under the table.
Your heart began to race, your hands gripping the coffee cup. Jack noticed that and grinned, wondering what else you could have your hands wrapped around.
You could feel the heat between your legs as your breath hitched. His foot moved up your leg in a teasing manner.
He leaned in and whispered in that low bedroom voice, “Would you like to go home with me, sweetie?”
That stupid smirk appeared on his face.
Without thinking, you nodded your head. You tried to say something but only managed to stutter out a broken sentence.
Jack didn’t hesitate. He stood up and took your hand like a gentleman.
When you arrived at his apartment, he didn’t waste any time. As soon as you stepped in, he closed the door, turned you toward him, and kissed you in a messy but passionate way.
You kissed him back, your hand running up to the side of his face.
He broke the kiss, his forehead leaning against yours.
“Jesus, I’ve been wanting to kiss you for fucking weeks now,” he said low, before crashing his lips against yours again.
He pinned you against the wall, using his knee to spread your legs. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders.
He kissed your neck as his knee rubbed between your legs in the perfect spot.
You moaned softly in his ear as you kissed him along his jaw.
Jack looked up at you, and without a word, he picked you up and carried you to the couch.
He bent you over the armrest, his hands running across your hips, pressing his hardness against you.
He leaned down and nipped your ear.
“You want me to be rough or slow, baby?” he said in a low but soft tone.
You turned your head toward him.
“Rough, please,” you said.
He pulled off your scrub top, leaving you only in your bra. He hooked his fingers around your waistband and your underwear, pulling them down.
He removed his shirt and unbuckled his pants.
He held onto your hair as he pushed into you, groaning.
“God, baby… you’re tight.”
I hope yall like this I’m not good at writing smut nor am I good at fanfic if you want you can leave me some suggestions