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Sunlight still found its way in through Jack’s blackout curtains, casting little rays of light against the white wall. They did a subtle, lazy dance as a slight breeze from the ceiling fan moved the curtains.
Tori watched this dance, entranced, still mostly asleep.
Dr Jack Abbot, the man silently sleeping beside her, would have to get up in a few hours to get ready for his night shift as an attending physician at the ER where they met those many months ago now.
Tori still didn’t understand what he saw in her. She was jobless, introverted, and coming off of the hardest few years of her life. She came into his ER broken literally and figuratively and Jack had pieced her back together. First, as her doctor and now as…her lover? Definitely not her boyfriend. Tori honestly didn’t know what they were.
But when she was ready to be discharged and she let it slip that she had nowhere to go, Jack came to her rescue.
He never pressured her to become something more, but he didn’t have to because Tori wanted him from the moment she laid eyes on him. The more she got to know him, the stronger that feeling grew until one day, she couldn’t hold back anymore.
Now here they were all these months later. A small smile spread across her lips as she looked at the rough, handsome, stubbled face of the doctor.
He didn’t move a muscle, didn’t even open his eyes and said in a sleepy, raspy voice, “You’re staring. It’s rude.”
“Fucking hell, you scared me!” Tori laughed as she swatted his arm. “Now you have to be the big spoon as punishment.”
“Oh no, not that,” Jack said, his dead pan humor in full effect.
Tori turned on her side and scooted her body back against his. She could feel the warmth of his big chest against her back as he wrapped his arm around her.
She grabbed Jack’s big, veiny forearm and pulled it to her lips and planted a few soft kisses on it.
“Sleeeeeep,” he grumbled.
“I can’t help it,” she replied.
She took his hand and placed it on her breast.
“Babygirl,” he growled. “Knock it off.”
Tori did not knock it off and instead decided to grind her ass back into him. She could feel him through the thin fabric of his boxers.
“Fuck, Tori,” Jack moaned. “Guess I’m not sleeping. If I kill someone at work it’s gonna be your fault.” He moved her hair and bit her neck gently.
Tori let out a small gasp and then a laugh and grinded into him harder.
Jack grabbed her hips and started moving in rhythm with her. His cock pulsed.
“Mmm fuck, get your panties off,” he commanded.
Tori obeyed and wiggled out of her underwear and tossed them off of the bed. As Jack pulled his boxers down, Tori laid back on her side.
“No, no,” he said. “You woke me up so you’re doing all the work. Get on top, Babygirl.”
Jack laid on his back and Tori got a full view of his thick cock. She gripped it tightly, making him gasp before letting saliva fall from her mouth onto the head of his cock.
“Oh, fuck yes,” Jack moaned, his voice- which is always gruff- had a little extra rasp due to his tiredness.
She used her hands to work her spit up and down his shaft, feeling it grow harder in grasp.
“Put it in your mouth,” Jack commanded and she obeyed, both of them moaning. Jack at the feeling of her soft, wet mouth around his tip, her at the taste of his precum. “Good fucking girl.”
Jack gave her hair a gentle pull when he couldn’t take it anymore. She looked up at him, her large brown eyes full of lust.
Tori gathered up the bottom of the big t-shirt she was wearing (which was Jack’s) and threw her leg over his body, straddling him. She lined him up with her entrance and lowered herself slowly, letting his girth stretch her.
“Fuck, Jack!” Tori gasped as she grabbed his big pecs.
“That’s it. Nice and slow,” he said as he grabbed her hips to help guide her.
They continued this way until they both had their fill and Tori collapsed into Jack’s arms. There were a few minutes of this peaceful, warm embrace before Jack sighed.
“I gotta shower and get to work.” Jack kissed Tori’s forehead and moved out from underneath her.
She whined in protest, but knew it was futile. Jack never called out. She sat up behind him as he sat on the edge of the bed for a moment. She softly kissed his freckled shoulder, up to his neck.
Jack moaned, “Come shower with me.”
Tori took him up on his offer and although the shower was mostly utilitarian, they managed to sneak a few kisses and gropes in where they could.
When they were done and dried off, Tori helped Jack get his prosthetic leg on, and always gave a little kiss to his upper thigh as she did. It had become their routine.
Jack gathered up his things, he took his backpack into the kitchen where he threw some snacks and protein bars in.
“Please be safe,” Tori said as he hugged him at the door of his apartment.
“Always am,” he said like he always does. He kissed the top of Tori’s head and squeezed her a little tighter before letting go. “Be good,” he said with smirk and he gave her a little slap on her butt.
“I’ll try, but if I can’t…I’ll text you pictures,” she said with a smirk of her own.
“You’re killing me,” Jack laughed. “Lock the door,” he said, again part of their routine.
Tori did and she smiled as she turned around to face the empty apartment. She made a mental checklist of the things she would get done before Jack returned home.
As she started towards the bedroom to gather up the bedding to wash it struck her.
“Who would’ve thought? Me…domesticated. With a routine?”
Tori pulled the blankets back and inhaled deeply, the sheets still holding Jack’s scent.
Tori didn’t know what they were our how long it would last, but she knew one thing. She felt safe for the first time in a long time.
Outside, a figure looked up at the apartment from the street. They watched as Jack left for work and they kept an eye on the apartment to see if there was any movement. A light turned on in what they knew from the layout they checked online would be the laundry room. Jack didn’t live alone. The figure retreated into the shade of the tree across the street from Jack’s and then made its way towards the intersection as Tori opened the curtains in the living room.
She looked down and thought for a split second she saw Jack, heading the opposite direction of the hospital. The man wasn’t wearing what Jack was- this man had on a black leather jacket and he had no back pack and no slight limp, but he still moved like Jack. Same height, similar build. The hair was a little longer, with more curls and maybe a little less gray. The figure disappeared around the corner, out of her sight and she shook her head and let out a little laugh.
“Your mind is playing tricks on you, dear. You’re not used to feeling safe and comfortable so you’re conjuring up bullshit.”
Tori told herself that’s all this was and tried to get back to her checklist- her routine, but for the rest of the night she couldn’t shake that feeling that her world just got a little less safe.