Jack Abbot × Sasha Doll ; tw: very minor reference to sex
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Night shifts cast an odd illusion to how one might move about their days. The sun had risen only an hour prior, and Jack and Sasha were just settling into bed to sleep. Their sunlit version of a quiet night together. The preceding day-night of work at the hospital had been surprisingly calm. Unusual and uncommon and warm welcomed. Fed and freshly showered, the pair laid with their sides pressed together, Jack with his arm around Sasha.
And he was visibly lost in thought, which Jack found dangerous. So he shook him, not harshly, but less than gentle as if to physically pull Sasha from his own head. It caused Sasha to stir, but not to look at him.
“Mmh?” he hummed.
“What are you thinking about?” Jack asked, his voice quiet as to not disturb Rosie, Sasha's German Sheppard who laid at their feet. Her ears perked up at the sound, but her eyes remained closed.
“Nothing,” Sasha spoke quietly in response, which brought up a low laugh up from Jack's belly.
“I know that's not true,” he replied.
Sasha moved then to meet Jack's gaze, and Jack allowed him to stare for a potentially uncomfortably long and obsessive moment before he mumbled out, “What?”
“This,” he finally answered, shrugging his shoulders slightly against the way Jack held him.
It wasn't like the cuddling was new, they'd done that before their relationship was ever official, but they had never talked about it then, always pretending like it wasn't happening.
“And what about this?” Jack asked. There was another long moment of staring before Sasha spoke again.
“I love you.”
It wasn't the first time he'd said it, but the ‘I love you's were few and far in between. Not because they didn't feel it, but rather due to a mutual worry it might lose its meaning if said too often. They both knew it wouldn't, and they both stayed reserved.
“Yeah?” Jack whispered in place of repeating the phrase.
“Yeah,” Sasha whispered back.
Jack leaned down then to kiss his forehead, lingering long enough for Sasha to miss the warmth of his lips when he pulled back.
“I love you,” he finally repeated. Sasha smiled, a genuine sort of smile he didn't show often, and he settled his head back on Jack's shoulder, once again staring off into the blank dark green of the bedroom walls. Walls that weren't his, yet he still intimately knew every crack and crevice of them.
The pair fell quiet for a while again, just the sound of soft breathing, the occasional rubbing of fabric when Jack slid his fingers up and down Sasha's side, the way Rosie rolled onto her side. Both Jack and Sasha's eyes kept open, calm and content and ready for bed but not wanting to lose each other's presence in place of dreaming just yet.
“Now what were you really thinking about?” Jack asked eventually, breaking the silence.
It caused Sasha to move again, this time sitting up on his elbow to hover over Jack, his free arm draped over Jack's middle. Though it was visually subtle, Jack could feel the sly grin on Sasha's face as he spoke.
“You really wanna know?”
“I really do.”
Jack knew what to expect with that look. A fantasy, a distraction, an excuse to shed their clothes and press skin to skin. But Sasha's response surprised him.
“Robby,” he had answered. He thought it was funny, telling his lover he was thinking of his best friend while they laid in bed together. (Not that Robby had never been there with them, however. But it didn't stop the jealousy from rising up in Jack's gut.)
“What about Robby?” Jack asked, his eyes narrowed at Sasha, not even attempting to hide the jealousness in his tone.
Sasha simply shrugged in response, moving to lay beside him again, this time curling against him as he pulled a blanket up to their shoulders.
“Good night, rabbit,” Sasha murmured as he closed his eyes. Before Jack could complain, Rosie moved up to lay in small space between him and Sasha, so he gave in with a quiet sigh and turned on his side to face the two of them.
“Good night, sunshine,” he murmured, knowing Sasha was not so keen on that particular term of endearment, but there was always love behind the use of it.
