Synopsis- Jack has a bad day and you help him feel better. This is angst to fluff. TW- anxiety, depression, panic attack, PTSD
You feel it in the air as soon as you open the door. Something is wrong. The sun is setting, it’s dim inside the house, none of the lights have been turned on despite Jack being home ahead of you.
You walk to the dining room, flip on the overhead light and place you stuff on the table. Popping your head in, you see that the kitchen looks exactly as you left it this morning. You listen for movement; nothing. You look out the back door to the yard; nothing. You make your way to the office and the sight before you causes your breath to hitch in your throat and makes you pause in the doorway.
There in the quickly darkening room, Jack is sitting on the floor in the corner of the room, knees curled up to his chest with his elbows resting on them and his head in his hands.
You start to move toward him, he doesn’t look up. You slide down the wall and sit close to Jack, not speaking yet. His body tenses for a brief moment as he becomes aware of your presence. You place your hand on his knee and give it a gentle squeeze.
A soft sob slips from Jack’s lips, wrenching your heart. You keep your hand on his knee and after a few minutes he lowers his hand to hold yours and turns to face you. His face is tear stained and his eyes are red rimmed.
You angle toward him so your other hand can wipe his cheeks. He closes his eyes as you do so. When you’ve finished, he catches your wrist and kisses your palm.
In a soft voice you ask “What do you need?” “You.” He says through a watery, lopsided grin. He stretches his legs in front of him and pulls you into his lap so that you are straddling him, buries his face against your chest and clasps his arms tight around you. You stroke his back and card your fingers through his curls hair. His breathing is ragged and he clutches you tighter. You position his ear over your heart so he can hear the beat, taking deep breaths in through your nose and out through your mouth, silently prompting him to do the same. Another sob escapes him and you hold him tighter, beginning to softly hum.
Eventually his breathing evens out, his grip on you loosens and the sobs quiet. He pulls back far enough to look at your face and says “I got so overwhelmed. It kinda came out of nowhere. I tried to calm down. I just...”He trails off and looks at you with guilt and defeat in his eyes. He continues “I’m sorry. You shouldn’t have to deal with this.” Before he can continue you press your forehead to his and cup his cheeks, looking into his hazel eyes assuring him “You don’t need to apologize. It happens to me too, love. Some days are like this. I am here for you, always. Take your time, I’m not going anywhere.” You nuzzle his nose, and lightly kiss his lips. He gives you another weak smile and pulls you tight against him, once again resting his head on your chest. You stay that way for several moments. Jack takes a deep breath and exhales slowly before saying “I’m ok. I can get up now.”
“If you want to or are uncomfortable we can but this isnt bad, all things considered” you reply with a smirk. He returns your smirk and presses a quick kiss to your lips saying “Let’s move to somewhere more comfortable.” You move out of his lap and extend a hand to help him up. It takes a second to get his leg under him correctly, getting of the floor can be tricky. When he stands you notice he winces.
“You should go to the couch and take it off.” You say gesturing to his prosthetic. “I’ll get you some water and an ice pack.” He starts to protest that he can do it but you tilt your head and quirk an eyebrow at him and he complies.
When you get to the living room, Jack is seated, prosthetic off, rubbing his aching limb. You sit near him and motion for him to put his legs in your lap. He does so without hesitation and you apply the ice pack with one hand and massage his thigh with the other.
“You’re wonderful.” he says placing his hand over yours. “Well, you’re easy to be wonderful to.” You reply with a wink. He smiles, a full smile for the first time since you got home and squeezes your hand.
“Do you want to just watch a movie and order in? That way we can just snuggle and veg and not have to worry about cooking?”you ask, brushing his hair off his forehead. “I would love that.”he replies.
You spend the evening side by side on the couch. eating pasta and watching Die Hard for the millionth time.
This face. Hair mussed, sweaty, mouth agape, focused gaze. This is what he looks like when you are on your knees, lips wrapped around him. One of his hands in your hair, one cupping your cheek, his thighs trembling as he tries to stop himself from fucking your throat. Telling you how good you are doing, how pretty you look gagging on his cock.
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