as someone with 300+ unanswered asks in my inbox, i would love to see any “oops only one bed” uwu xoxo @rr-after-dark
james!! thank you so much for the request (: i decided to do this one with jack. i reallllyy hope you like it!! <3 content: 18+ mdni, sexually explicit content, a conference, a blizzard, and a single bed what could go wrong?? (: dr abbot x f!reader
Jack frustratedly tapped his credit card against the front desk, "I don't understand, I reserved two rooms."
"I'm really sorry, sir," A flustered receptionist in her early twenties said emphatically, "With the rush because of the storm, we overbooked and—"
"Hey, I got the rest of the stuff," You said, materializing next to him with your bags. When you looked up to see his face, you frowned, "What's the matter?"
"Uh," Jack nervously rubbed at the back of his neck, "With the, uh, storm… The hotel seems to have… Overbooked the rooms—"
"Again," The nervous receptionist interrupted, "I'm so, so sorry."
"Oh no," You frowned, "There's no rooms?"
"No, no," The receptionist said quickly, "No it's just, you booked two rooms, but we only have one."
You visibly brightened, "Oh! That's a relief."
Jack could feel his blood pressure steadily rising. He knew coming to this conference with only you for company was a mistake. Robby had teased him about it when he realized, with horror, it would just be the two of you.
The entire trip he was overly conscious of his proximity to you, the heat of your body, your knee knocking into his. And you, by all accounts, seemed painfully oblivious to his internal warring. He had to fight himself not to touch you, not to look at you too long, not to imagine what it would be like to kiss and touch you the way he really wanted to.
Robby had encouraged him ages ago to just ask you out, but he felt so out of practice after his wife he couldn't deal with the possibility of rejection. It was much easier to just use the idea of you as a fantasy. What if he finally worked up the courage and you said yes?
But this entire trip, his anxiety had been at an all time high with no one else for him to buffer his nerves.
He cleared his throat, "The room only has one bed," He said lowly.
"Hm," You hummed and turned back to the receptionist, "Could we get a cot in the room?"
She shook her head ruefully, "I'm so sorry, all of them are in use. If you want I can cancel the reservation and fully refund—"
"No!" You said quickly, "No, no, it's um…" You turned back to Jack, "I'm totally fine with sharing a bed for one night if you are. I mean, everywhere has to be booked up because of the storm. We might not find anywhere else."
You were right, of course. Despite the fact that kill bill sirens were on a loop in his brain at the idea of having to be so close to you all night when he desperately needed to let off some steam in private after being so close to you all goddamn day— It seemed he didn't have much choice.
He forced a smile, "If it's good with you, it's good with me."
And with that, you took the room key from the receptionist and Jack Abbot willingly followed you down the hall into his own personal hell.
You showered first as he carefully removed his prosthesis and sighed in relief as he sat at the edge of the bed. Turning on the TV, he watched the weather report as a man went on and on about the severe blizzard conditions that were expected to start in a few hours. About ten minutes later, you came out of the bathroom in a robe and sat down next to him, the scent of coconut and vanilla wafting off you.
"Oh, shit," You murmured as you took in the report, "This is worse than they were saying a few hours ago."
Jack nodded. Although he was distracted with thoughts of you, he was also running over emergency contingency plans in his head. But really, besides having emergency supplies in his duffle (warming blanket, non perishable foods, flashlight, batteries, first aid kit) it seemed likely that they might be stuck here for more than just one night.
He tried not to think about that. Went to shower and fucked his fist in his shower chair, biting on his arm to keep himself quiet while his mind raced with thoughts of you, imagining himself peeling you out of that robe, kissing gently down your neck and color bone, licking up stray water droplets from the shower. He tried to imagine what you might sound like moaning his name in pleasure. He longed to worship you the way you deserved, if only he had the fucking nerve to tell you how he felt.
It was most on his mind this trip since you'd been forced to be alone together for so long. You'd traveled here together on the same flight, spent the entire conference side by side cracking jokes and mingling with other doctors. He saved you a seat at every table, listened intently when you rambled on about how nervous you were about presenting at a big conference for the first time.
"I've always been shit at oral presentations." You said, fingers twisting nervously in front of you as the two of you waited in the wings. You were up next.
"Don't put so much pressure on yourself," He said, "I'll be there the whole time. I'll jump in if you need me to.
You'd grabbed his hand, squeezed it gently, and smiled at him, "Thank you."
He'd nodded and pretended the softness of your hand in his didn't feel transformative, didn't make him feel like they were made for him to hold.
Now he made his way out of the shower, in just a pair of briefs as he used his crutches to maneuver back into the bedroom. You were sat up in the bed, eReader in hand, the blue light of the TV flickered over the plains of your face. Your eyes widened just slightly at the sight of him, shirtless and still dripping from the shower, but then swallowed and averted your eyes.
"Um, do you—" You cleared your throat and Jack stifled a smirk, "Do you need help with anything?"
Jack shook his head as he lowered himself to the edge of the bed again, "No, I got it. Thanks."
After some time, he made his way into the bed next to you and the two of you sat in companionable silence as the weather man continued to give play by play updates as the blizzard got ever closer. Jack was trying not to think about the warmth your body might provide in the night when you yawned and placed the eReader on your nightstand.
"Think I'm gonna try to get some sleep," You said, settling beneath the covers.
"Oh, let me turn off—" Jack started, reaching for the remote, but you cut him off.
"No, it's okay. Turn it off whenever. I can sleep through anything."
Jack sat awake for what felt like hours, unable to sleep for fear of reaching for you in his sleep. Somewhere in his subconscious was a level of desire he was hardly able to keep in check when he was awake. He had no idea what his body would do once his brain was offline.
He was listening to you snoring softly and had flipped the channel to M*A*S*H reruns when the room suddenly went dark. The whir of the heater creaked to silence until the only sound in the room was the wind rattling against the windows.
Fuck. He thought.
"Jack?" Your voice was bleary with sleep.
"Power went out," He said in response, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed and fumbling around for his crutches.
"Well—Don't—It might come back in a second—"
"It's not coming back on. They can't send crews out in this weather."
"Well the hotel must have a generator."
"Maybe," Jack said, now ruffling through his duffel for a flashlight, "But it might be a while."
He clicked on the switch on the flashlight and immediately felt relief as light flooded the room. Pointing it towards your spot on the bed, you squinted and covered your eyes with your forearm at the sudden brightness.
"Sorry," He said and pointed it away from you.
"Why don't we just get some sleep," You said through a yawn, "The power'll probably be back up by the time we wake up."
You were likely right, but the more time passed the more he felt like the possibility of him being able to sleep while you were right next to him was slim to none.
He reached for his prosthesis, "I'm just gonna take a walk to the front desk to see—"
"No!" You said quickly, and it came out almost like a whine, "Please, don't. I just, um, I don't wanna be alone."
He almost laughed, "Are you… Afraid of the dark?"
You sighed, "Don't make fun."
"I'm not," He said quickly, schooling his features, "I'm just surprised. I won't leave if you don't want me to."
"Thank you," You said, the relief in your tone palpable.
He climbed back into the bed, leaving the flashlight on the nightstand and pointing towards the ceiling so that it bathed most of the room in a warm glow. He saw you shiver after a moment and frowned, "You're cold?"
You sank deeper into the duvet, "I can already tell the heat is out."
"Well I have an emergency warming blanket—"
You laughed, "You really are prepared for everything, huh?"
Not everything. He thought. Not you.
Instead, he only shrugged.
"I don't want some weird foil blanket, I'd have to be close to hypothermic before I'd use it."
He chuckled, "Suit yourself."
But after almost twenty minutes without the heat, you were nearly vibrating the whole mattress with your shivering.
"Could I, um…" You sounded shy and when he looked over at you, you were staring at the ceiling, "Could I move a little closer to you? Just…For warmth. I don't wanna make you uncomfortable."
He fingers itched to pull you to him, envelop you entirely in his warmth, but he resisted.
"Yeah, of course." He said instead, carefully camouflaging the want from his voice.
You scooted your body over until your hips were touching his. He wanted to resist, really, he did. But you were so cold.
"Well, that's not gonna help you much," He said softly and turned on his side toward you, "Can I?" He asked, reaching his arms toward you.
You barely hesitated before nodding and he pulled you into his arms. Once settled, you sighed in contentment, running your hands along his arms as they held you flush to his chest.
"This okay?" He asked softly.
You nodded, "Yeah, you?"
He closed his eyes, "I'm good."
He relished in the feel of you in his arms, the way your chest rose and fell with each breath. With you so close to him, his mind wandered to thoughts of kissing your neck and allowing his hands to wander beneath your shirt, knead and toy with the soft flesh of your breasts—
Shit. He felt it when the blood rushed between his legs, his cock swelling and prodding at your ass. He felt the flush crawl up his neck, "Fuck, sorry, I—"
"It's okay," You said quickly, sounding a bit breathless, "It a normal reaction, but…"
He hung on your every word, "But…?"
"Well, I just, if—If it were more than that. That would be okay, too."
He thought his heart might have skipped a beat. He swallowed thickly, "Yeah?"
You nodded, "But it's okay if… if you don't feel the same."
He laughed, "You have no idea just how desperately I want you."
"Really?"
He nodded and used his hands to gently tilt your face to the side so he had access to your neck where he laid gentle kisses all the way up to your ear. You sighed and turned your head so you could meet his kisses. The taste of you, finally on his tongue, it was addicting. The sounds you made, better than anything he could have imagined.
His hands roamed up your shirt and as he teased and twisted your nipples, you squirmed against him, creating friction against his cock, "Jesus Christ." He hissed.
So quickly, you were putty in his hands, unable to string a sentence together. Drunk on his touch.
He slipped a hand down your belly and into your panties. Slowly, he ran his fingers over your lips and then circled your clit. Repeated the motion, ghosting over your entrance, but never quite penetrating. Until you were writhing against him, rutting your hips into his palm, whining for more.
"That feel good, baby? You want more?"
You hiccuped, nodding helplessly.
"You want me to fuck you with my fingers?"
"Please, Jack." You managed finally and he smiled, pressed a kiss just below your ear.
"Good girl, so good for me." He murmured and slowly pushed his middle finger inside you.
Already wet and aching, you accommodated the stretch with ease and he began prodding, finding where it was that most drove you crazy. Then he pushed his ring finger inside you, used his thumb to continue rubbing your clit.
In moments, you were falling apart in his arms. He cooed sweet words in your ear as you came down and then slowly slipped his fingers out of you once you settled again. Unable to help himself, he sucked your juices off his fingers. The taste of you riled him so thoroughly, his cock twitched, aching and full against his thigh as he considered splaying you open to feast properly.
But before he could do anything, the TV came back on and the heater hummed back to life. You turned in his arms to face him, the blue light casting shadows across your face. But it didn't matter, he saw the giddiness you tried to hide. You swallowed, "Looks like the generator kicked in."
He nodded and ran his thumb over your lower lip, "It's a shame, I was looking forward to keeping you warm all night."
Finally, a smile split across your face and you closed the inches between you to kiss him, "I'm still pretty cold," You said softly into his mouth, "If the offer still stands."
A wolfish grin spread across Jack's face as you began tugging at his boxers.
