He was by no means muscular, of course not. Could his people have been muscular, at all, or was he just a naturally slender, thin man? Impossible to say, to dare to guess, but he was by no means scrawny. She could feel the shape of his chest, how he had some slight muscle build that remained hidden beneath his loose fitting art shirts she’d seen him in, or in the black turtle necks he tended to wear any time he went outside.
Like now. As always, that black turtleneck was in place.
Though, for a brief, flashing moment he wished it wasn’t. To feel her hands touching his bare chest, to have her fingers brush over the faint chest hair he had, or… or even touch his nipples but oh my GOD he did not just think that at all. He shuddered at the thought and his own legs shifted, slightly, before the inevitable happened.
The kiss slowly, softly, almost like a sigh, broke. Both were unaware of the small trail of spit that connected their mouths. Thankfully so, since one, or both, might have died of embarrassing. Jack’s heart felt like it was about set to erupt out of his chest and go flying across the room, and his face felt so hot. But he opened his eyes and smiled at her shakily, cheeks and nose, as well as ears, tinted purple.
Only one word to explain all this.
“W-wow.”
She opened her eyes at the loss of contact, her hand stilling against him as she blinked a bit, eyes dark with lust she felt but wasn’t completely aware of. Her head titled to the side, a hand reaching up to lightly touch at her red, swollen lips.
She took a deep breath, trying to get back under control. “Y-…Yeah…” she sighed out happily, a smile breaking out on her face. She tried to find the right words to say after that, so many words exchanged by action instead.
At least she had managed to make him feel better, soothing his earlier anxiety over like a cool balm.
Oh how she hoped she could be by his side forever.
“Jack…” she whispered softly, gazing at him. “Don’t ever disappear..please…”
She had shared her fear with him, wondering how he would react. Was it asking too much?
His green eyes blinked slowly as he listened to her. They, like her own, were heavy with want, with a desire that he hadn’t felt stir so fast within him so quickly over any body before. He had a better idea, as to why he felt this way; why he felt hot, and wanted so much… more. But he was also a gentleman, and a gentleman never voices those kinds of emotions to a woman. Especially the woman they adored, and so early on into a relationship.
He smiled faintly at her request, before he pulled her to him again, mindful of her injuries and the IV she still wore, and shut his eyes.
“…only one thing would make me leave you, Katelynn…” he whispered. “And that won’t happen for a very, very, very long time…” if he could help it. Death was something he knew much of, having witnessed his grandmother pass away in her bed at their family home. How he’d held her hand in his as her last breath lost her and she moved on to ‘beyond’, whatever awaited them all. His parents hoped for an equally calm, peaceful passing.
So did Jack.
He didn’t think about it too much but now, honestly, only death would rip him from her. Nothing else would do it. “I don’t care what else gets between us.” he said quietly. “Distance, people, bad guys, good guys I don’t… I don’t care about all of that. It won’t stop how I feel about you or, or that I don’t want to loose you either…” he pressed a kiss to her temple, shutting his eyes. “Nothing will stop what I feel..”
Jack Maple 