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He nodded his head to her question, doing his best to try and keep his body in check. Her body felt so wonderful here against him like this, how warm she felt, how smooth and close and loving and welcoming and… oh god. Memories were budding again, of how she’d removed the hospital gown for him, how she had welcomed him like that so willingly. It was still a shock.

“I, y-yeah.” he replies. “I got two… two paintings finished..” Jack said as his eyes drank in the sight of her face, before looking down at her lips, but then back at her eyes again. “So they’ll be ready for collection in a day or so, to let them dry properly.”

His hand began to gently rub against her back, whilst his other one remained trapped between them. What does he do with it? Should he touch her with that hand too, or just leave it? Argh. Questions.

She smiled softly, her hands massaging his neck area lightly. “That’s good..I’m glad I left you alone to work then so you could do it. I don’t want be a distraction and I tried really hard to distract myself with unpacking.”

Though she remembered the mess in the living room and he must have noticed it, causing her to blush in embarrassment. “Sorry that you had to see all the photographs everywhere though. Still trying to make a photo mural on the wall.”

Her legs were unconsciously rubbing against his slightly as she shifted a bit, still scooting closer to him. She sought out his warmth and tried to share some of her own with him.

“Oh that’s nothing, you’ve seen my apartment remember?” he asks on a small smile, his legs rubbing back against hers, one of his legs of the pajamas shifting up and he feels her legs skin against his. He shivers. “I’m not exactly neat when it comes to stuff like this so.. so it’s no big deal.” Jack adds.

He goes quiet for a moment.

Then gives in.

He kisses her, his free hand reaches up and captures her cheek, pulling her into him with his other hand, and the kiss somehow manages to remain fairly innocent and dry, warm, loving, despite the situation they were finding themselves in.

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“I feel so comfortable with you too Katelynn.” he whispers softly, pushing his hand so it’s now against her back, and pulls her until they’re more or less pressing right up against one another beneath the blankets. It brings up memories of their first time together freshly to the front of his mind, of her body exposed and waiting for him in the most strange of places.

It makes his face flush purple. “I mean I’m. I’m glad I do because you’re my girlfriend…”

She was flush against him, her body shifting and rubbing against him, wondering where this was going to go. They had made love only days ago and she wouldn’t object to more, especially in a spot where they wouldn’t be interrupted, away from prying eyes, in the soft glow of a lamp and the warmth of the covers over their bodies.

It seemed no matter where, every time they joined that way would be romantic to her because it was with him.

She smiled at him, her arms coming up slowly to wrap around his shoulders. “Did you..manage to get a lot of work done today?”

He nodded his head to her question, doing his best to try and keep his body in check. Her body felt so wonderful here against him like this, how warm she felt, how smooth and close and loving and welcoming and… oh god. Memories were budding again, of how she’d removed the hospital gown for him, how she had welcomed him like that so willingly. It was still a shock.

“I, y-yeah.” he replies. “I got two… two paintings finished..” Jack said as his eyes drank in the sight of her face, before looking down at her lips, but then back at her eyes again. “So they’ll be ready for collection in a day or so, to let them dry properly.”

His hand began to gently rub against her back, whilst his other one remained trapped between them. What does he do with it? Should he touch her with that hand too, or just leave it? Argh. Questions.

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Jack smiles at her softly as she scoots closer to him in the bed, and licks his lips subconsciously as she begins to rub his arm. He, like her, loves being touched by the other. Their touches had been brief and innocent, always, even when they had made love on the roof on that wonderful night their hands had been genuinely caring, loving. Not rough, no groping or grabbing. It was a nice feeling. It felt safe. Genuine.

“Being shy is… something I’ve done a lot of…” Jack said as his body shifted closer to her again, until he brushed one of her legs with one of his. “I think I’m… I don’t want to be like… shy any more… a-at least when it’s just you, Katelynn…”

He slowly moves closer still, until his lips find her cheek and he kisses her.

She closes her eyes, enjoying the sensation of his lips, taking a big gulp of air and letting it out slowly, desire rising within her at his proximity. “I guess..it’s too be expected, being shy..but we’ll get over it together..I already feel so comfortable with you, Jack..”

Her body moved on its own toward his body, her hips bumping along his, hands laying near her chest, unsure of where to put them.

“I feel so comfortable with you too Katelynn.” he whispers softly, pushing his hand so it’s now against her back, and pulls her until they’re more or less pressing right up against one another beneath the blankets. It brings up memories of their first time together freshly to the front of his mind, of her body exposed and waiting for him in the most strange of places.

It makes his face flush purple. “I mean I’m. I’m glad I do because you’re my girlfriend…”

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“Oh! T-thank you! Thank you so much…” Jack smiled as he looked at the bed again, as if the idea of laying there was suddenly something to be gawked at for a moment. He pauses, before slipping his slippers off and sets them down by the bed. He sits down, carefully, before standing up again. He then pulled the blanket down, sat again, and climbed into the bed.

He’d never slept besides someone besides his parents. When he was little, growing up, he would crawl into their bed and sleep between them when his nightmares would be the worst. They never pushed him away. But this wasn’t his parents. This was Katelynn, his girlfriend.

“It’s very comfy.” he compliments as he settles down in it, looking up at her since she was still sitting up.

She smiled shyly at him, adjusting herself down so she was lying right next to him, her head on her on pillow. Only a bit of blanket separated them and she blushed deeper, wishing to cuddle closer to him. “You don’t have to be so polite with me all the time, l-love…”

Her hand hesitantly reached under the comforter toward him, but didn’t reach, too shy to close the space between them.

How was it he felt suddenly shy besides her? Laying here in her bed, there she was, less than a few inches away from him yet he felt that if he touched her it would be bad. Beds were for sleeping and… and other. Things. Their first moment had been on a table, of all things, hardly comfortable for her but it had still been a beautiful moment for the two of them.

When they were older no doubt that first time would be looked back with both fondness, and some laughter.

But Jack didn’t want to feel like a stranger in her bed. He rolled onto his side, so he was looking at her, and reached for her beneath the blanket. His hand found her side, and he touched her, smiling faintly. “I know, I just… really… I’m thankful. Really…”

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Jack smiles at her before setting the book in the nightstand by her bed. “Yeah… that’s the one good thing about them.” he said before standing there awkwardly again. Oh, right. He came here for something.

“Um. Katelynn I was just… wondering if. If I could… s… sleep here, with you, tonight?” he asks quietly. “I mean I, I understand,” his yes quickly go to her exposed collar bone before back to her face, his own turning slightly purple. “i-if you don’t want to if you had a busy day but I would just… I thought since… since I couldn’t new years day I.. I could n-now…”

She blushes slightly, looking at the free space on the bed. She loved having a big bed, though with her small apartment the biggest she could fit was a Queen size. But Jack wanted to sleep here with her? She had never slept next to a man before even though she had wished for his presence after they had made love last time.

Would that happen tonight? She wasn’t sure but the idea of him him, whether just sleeping, cuddling or whatever, had her heart hammering in her chest. “It’s okay,” she whispered, looking up at him shyly. “You can..sleep here with me tonight if you want.”

“Oh! T-thank you! Thank you so much…” Jack smiled as he looked at the bed again, as if the idea of laying there was suddenly something to be gawked at for a moment. He pauses, before slipping his slippers off and sets them down by the bed. He sits down, carefully, before standing up again. He then pulled the blanket down, sat again, and climbed into the bed.

He’d never slept besides someone besides his parents. When he was little, growing up, he would crawl into their bed and sleep between them when his nightmares would be the worst. They never pushed him away. But this wasn’t his parents. This was Katelynn, his girlfriend.

“It’s very comfy.” he compliments as he settles down in it, looking up at her since she was still sitting up.

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Jack began moving into the bedroom when she stirred, and approached the bed, but stopped before getting too close. He smiled faintly, reaching down and picking up the book from where it fell.

“I hate bad dreams too.” he admitted quietly.

He gasped, not expecting anyone in her room and looking at the source of the voice, her shirt falling off her shoulder. “Oh Jack, it’s just you..” She sighs, leaning back against the headboard. “Bad dreams? Yeah…but luckily that’s all they are, right? We wake up and they’re over.”

Gives him a smile, her chest rising and falling in the faint glow of the lamp.

Jack smiles at her before setting the book in the nightstand by her bed. “Yeah… that’s the one good thing about them.” he said before standing there awkwardly again. Oh, right. He came here for something.

“Um. Katelynn I was just… wondering if. If I could… s… sleep here, with you, tonight?” he asks quietly. “I mean I, I understand,” his yes quickly go to her exposed collar bone before back to her face, his own turning slightly purple. “i-if you don’t want to if you had a busy day but I would just… I thought since… since I couldn’t new years day I.. I could n-now…”

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Jack had let himself into her apartment and was impressed to see most of the boxes from the morning were already gone. She was a good packer, and unpacker, it seemed. But he walked through to her bedroom door, hovering at it, suddenly struck with nerves. What if she didn’t want him here? What if she told him to leave, because she didn’t want to see him?

He bit at his bottom lip before lifting his hand and knocked on her bedroom door, peering in at her sitting there in bed, book in her lap.

Katelynn shifted a bit, moaning as she rolled over to her side, the book falling off her bed and letting out a sigh, light tears at the corner of her eyes. Katelynn tended to be a dreamer; every night she had a dream about one thing or another. Sometimes she’d sigh out words from her dreams.

But this time the dream woke her slightly, her eyes blinking open as she reached up to rub at them, not noticing Jack at the door.

“Ugh, ‘nother bad dream…”

Jack began moving into the bedroom when she stirred, and approached the bed, but stopped before getting too close. He smiled faintly, reaching down and picking up the book from where it fell.

“I hate bad dreams too.” he admitted quietly.

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Jack had been very good.

He had gotten two of his paintings finally finished that day after putting them off for a little while. Roxy was already asleep by the time he was washing his brushes out, and he glanced at the clock. It was 11:21pm? Good heavens, he hadn’t realized it was so late.

The man yawns and rubs at his eyes as he walks through to his bedroom and begins to ease his shoes off when he realizes… Katelynn’s a floor away from him now. She could be in bed. She could be awake. If she’s awake, maybe she’d like his company? But if she’s asleep… would she mind if he showed up? He hadn’t seen her since that morning when he had helped her take her casts off, since some girl named Rapunzel had healed her legs magically with her hair.

He had let her do as she please for the day, since he really had to buckle down on his work. But now…

Jack pulls his pajamas on either way, which was more or less an un-dirty paint shirt, and some loose fitting pull string pants that had stars on them. He slipped his blue slippers on, grabbed his key which now had Katelynn’s key attached, and left the apartment.

Katelynn was in bed, the soft glow of the lamp next to her bed, the final Harry Potter book in her hand, open to her favorite part, the same part that always made her teary eyed. She had dozed off a bit, the book on her lap now, head lolled to the side, dreaming of flying broomsticks and wizard princes.

To bed she wore nothing but a large t-shirt, one she had found at a store, made of a thin material that slipped off her shoulders, panties and bra underneath and nothing else.

Jack had let himself into her apartment and was impressed to see most of the boxes from the morning were already gone. She was a good packer, and unpacker, it seemed. But he walked through to her bedroom door, hovering at it, suddenly struck with nerves. What if she didn’t want him here? What if she told him to leave, because she didn’t want to see him?

He bit at his bottom lip before lifting his hand and knocked on her bedroom door, peering in at her sitting there in bed, book in her lap.