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#3. Speak Now or Forever Hold Your Piece - Lassiter’s exciting possibilities, also face touching
SUMMARY: you were not a jealous person. that is until it comes to your very hot boyfriend being ogled at by a new nurse at the pitt. (2.1k words)
CONTAINS: jealousy, established relationship, allusions to smut, like daydreaming about it but nothing actually happens (thinly veiled voyeurism but i feel it's justified)
i was listening to the song by maisie peters (my beloved), and i had to write my king with it
Jack always made sure you felt comfortable in your relationship with him. He made you lunches when he could. He took you out and made you feel like the only girl that ever mattered to him.
That didn’t quite quell your feelings when you saw other women fawn over him.
You hadn’t been possessive before Jack. Maybe it was because you’d had a horrific taste in men in your prior relationships, and no one had really wanted them. But that was the difference with Jack.
You knew your boyfriend was hot. And not just casually hot, the kind that had your heart (and somewhere just a little lower) throb every time you saw him.
It was in his every feature. His hair that you loved to run your hands through was silver with age and had curled in ways that he knew you loved. His eyes, dark and piercing, were enough to make a grown woman melt when they were focused on them. God knew his voice didn’t help too, especially when it got all low and gravelly. Jack’s charm was it’s own thing too; the joking, the winking, the confidence that seemed to emanate from every inch of him.
Maybe part of it was seeing him in uniform. You knew it did things to people. It did things to you. But sometimes you wished it was only you who got to reap the benefits of him in his SWAT uniform, or with his stethoscope around his neck. It was a silly thought you knew, and almost definitely selfish, but it didn’t stop you thinking it.
Especially when you went to visit him at work. You didn’t do it often. Just when you knew he’d gotten to PTMC early, or that he was working a double. You wanted to see him, and it felt even better that he wanted to see you too. And it was always with the promise of you bringing him lunch, for a change, that often ended with you getting food for the entire night shift instead.
It was on one of these nights that you noticed her.
You’d slipped in, handing a meatball sandwich to Dan on security as a bribe before going straight to the nurses station. Lena’s face brightened just a little at the sight of you. “What are you doing out so late?”
“Had to come see my favourite people,” you grinned, leaning against the counter.
“And I’m top of that list, right?” she asked as she looked at you over her glasses.
You reached into your bag, pulling out a chicken and salad sandwich and sliding it across to her. “Oh, of course. Way higher than my boyfriend. Speaking of, where has he gotten to?”
Lena accepted the sandwich with an approving nod, setting it aside only to glance around for Jack with you. “No idea. Can’t be far though.”
You rolled your eyes at her before moving through the Pitt like you belonged there. And you did, honestly. Ever since you and Jack had started dating a whole year and a half ago, you’d come to the Pitt a lot. People recognised you now. Some, mostly Shen when he was around, called you ‘Mrs Abbot’, a title you didn’t have yet but knew it belonged to you. They appreciated the food you brought, even if everyone knew it was just to buy you some peace and quiet with Jack. As long as it kept you coming back and Jack in good spirits, it was all worth it.
You were used to having to search for him. He could be anywhere, doing any number of things, but what remained consistent was that he was always down here. So you weren’t that surprised to see him exiting one of the trauma rooms, like rough and ragged in all the best ways.
What did surprise you was the woman trailing behind him.
She was a little older than you maybe. She was pretty even whilst looking tired. And she was watching Jack like she was trying to strategise how she could eat him up at the soonest availability.
You were about to try and convince yourself that you’d imagined that last part when Crus appeared at your shoulder. “You met the new nurse yet?”
“So that’s who she is,” you muttered, passing him his cheese and tomato sandwich.
He gave you a look that said he knew exactly what you were thinking as he took a bite. “That’s a no then.”
“Jack’s only mentioned her in passing. Said she’s keen.” He had in fact done so. You’d been out shopping for clothes to a family event that had closed in on you too fast when work cropped up, as it often did. You searched for her name in your mind. “Rachel, right?”
Crus nodded, speaking through a mouthful. “Keen is one way of putting it. I’d say she’s obvious, but I think he’s just too blinded by you to notice.”
That helped a little. You knew it to be true. Jack was loyal, almost too loyal in some places, but you loved it about him. It’s part of what made you feel safe in the relationship, knowing that there was always someone who wasn’t halfway out the door with another girl. He made sure there wasn’t a person out there who didn’t know that you belonged to him and he belonged to you.
Except for Rachel, it seemed. Your fingers played with the necklace that had his initials on as you watched, sensing that freshly familiar possessive urge underneath your ribs. No matter how much you trusted him, the jealousy didn’t seem to want to stop.
Jack looked up from his chart, sighing as he went to say something to Rachel. Then he stopped, letting his eyes drift back until they landed on you. It calmed you a little to see how his expression softened, just that little bit, in the way you’d come to know he only did for you. Crus had disappeared because he knew way better than to get between the two of you. A fact Rachel would have to learn when she stepped in your way when you got closer to Jack.
“Can I help you?” she asked, her voice tight. You would have found it amusing at any other time. But not then. Not when she was in your path.
“I was just going to see my boyfriend.”
“What room is he in?” Rachel said, looking at you as if you were dirt on her shoe. You made a mental note to tell Lena that her new nurse needed some lessons in bedside manners.
Before you could snap back though, Jack stepped forward. “Hey Rachel, she’s here for me.”
You found some sort of strange thrill at the way her head turned to look at him disbelievingly. You were a grown woman, you shouldn’t take pride in the jealousy of others. And yet.
You pushed past Rachel, wrapping your arms around Jack’s middle and pressing a kiss to his neck. Beneath your lips, you could feel his chuckle. “Missed me, have you sweetheart?”
“So much, Jack,” you murmured, pulling back to look him in the eyes innocently. “Brought food for you and the others though.”
“Aren’t you just an angel,” he said amusedly. You knew it wasn’t a question. Late at night, he’d whisper to you that you were sent to guard him, to keep him sane and keep him on earth. “What did you bring me?”
You kissed his cheek and pulled his BLT from your bag. “Your favourite.”
Jack grinned proudly as he set the sandwich aside. “I should really start listening to Dana and marry you. Make you the official Mrs Abbot.”
“I’m ready when you are,” you teased, feeling the warmth settle in your chest at the idea of marrying him. You already had a Pinterest board set aside for when he asked, one that he had seen frequently when he stole your phone. You weren’t rushing though. You knew he’d know when the time was right.
You could feel Rachel’s eyes on your back. There was a heat to her gaze that you didn’t appreciate. Just because she thought Jack was hot didn’t make him hers, and you were determined to prove it to her.
With one quick glance to make sure Jack wasn’t urgently needed, you stood behind him as he started to eat his sandwich. He only hummed as you slipped your arms around his middle and barely batted an eye when you started to kiss his neck. The only sound of vague complaint that came from him started when you sucked a bruise in a place far too prominent.
“Is it my birthday?” he asked, his voice only slightly rough as he swallowed down the food. “Is that why I’m getting this treatment?”
“Maybe,” you hummed, marking along his neck like it was your sole purpose. And finally, you heard a huff beside you as Rachel rushed off.
He let you keep going, just for a minute, before saying, “Honey, I’m at work.”
“And I miss you when you’re here,” you murmured, trying to sound whiny enough that he wouldn’t stop you from your mission.
“Is that so?” Jack said. He sounded just a little amused, but in that way you knew that told you when you were pushing it. “Here I just thought you were jealous.”
You lifted your head to meet his gaze indignantly. “I am not jealous.”
He snorted, turning to cup your face in his gentle, calloused hands. “You are. And it’s sweet, baby, but we both know I’m all yours.”
“She didn’t know that though, did she?” you huffed, leaning into his touch like you were starving for it. You knew it wasn’t Jack’s fault that he was abnormally hot, but it didn’t help that sliver of insecurity when he couldn’t shake his admirers off.
Jack sighed. Not in frustration, but understanding. He hadn’t considered how it would look to you, half assuming Rachel’s closeness was a willingness to learn. But he saw it now. He knew that if he reversed it – him coming to see you at work with some boy following you around, acting like you didn’t belong to Jack – he’d feel a little insecure. More than a little, if he was being honest. His thumbs brushed your cheeks as he pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead. “’M sorry, baby. I wasn’t paying any attention to her, I promise.”
“I know you wouldn’t,” you murmured, expression softening as you basked in his attention. “It’s just… she should know you’re mine.”
He pulled one hand from your face to gesture to the marks on his neck. “Mission accomplished.”
“Not as thoroughly as I want,” you said, rolling your eyes. You’d much rather he could fuck you in front of everyone, just so no one else ever got the same idea as Rachel. Even just him and you and your mouth in an on-call room would have been enough.
But chance would be a fine thing. Before you could even drag him in the direction of somewhere a little more private, Lena was calling Jack towards the ambulance bay. “Fuck,” he cursed beneath his breath, “I gotta go, sweetheart.”
“I know,” you sighed, giving him an understanding smile.
His eyes darted across the ER as the paramedics pulled in the patient, rattling off information at a speed some wouldn’t be able to keep up with. Instead of rushing to their side though, he pulled you in for a kiss. Too deep, too intimate to be something others would see. When he pulled back, you felt Rachel’s eyes on you again. This time though, you knew she wasn’t going to push with him again.
“I’ll see you at home,” he whispered as he brushed a strand of hair from your face. Only then he rushed away.
You stood there for a moment, feeling the shift from peaceful to hectic like a physical thing. You were used to it really. It didn’t hurt like it did in the beginning, especially because you knew it wasn’t personal. It was just the way the Pitt worked.
Ellis waved you out as you left, taking her usual sandwich from you with a quiet appreciation. The drive home was quiet in the way you liked, especially when you were drifting towards being too tired to drive. When you got home, you headed straight for the bed you shared with Jack with a yawn. And as you were settled and drifting towards sleep, you heard a ping from your phone. Jack was the only person you had notifications on for, so you weren’t surprised to see it was from him. What brought on the reluctantly proud smile to your face was the message itself:
Jack: I like you possessive. I’ll show you how much when I get home.
You want to control me. You want all the power to yourself. You do. You always do. Look at me, Grace. Grace, look at me! I want you to see this, Grace. I want you to see this! Grace! I want you to see who I am. I want you to see that I am not a man who can be controlled. You mentioned the rules. There's nothing in the rules about killing a family member.
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