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He positioned one of his legs, trapping one of hers between his but not with any contact. Jack sighed softly, hearing his name being said like that, affected by the sounds she was making. He shifted closer to her, trailing kisses against her jaw and neck as his wandering hand found one of her breasts and gave it a gentle squeeze through the material.

“Katelynn… Katelynn, Katelynn Foster…” he whispered her name, first and last, before kissing down to her collar bone. “The things… y-you do to me…” Jack breathed against her skin, his goatee trailing against her, tingling against the lacy material. 

His other hand ran down her side, grasping gently at her hip, feeling the nice material beneath his touch; but he was still more focused on her body beneath it.

She shivered softly under his gently touches, body arching up in want of him, nipples perking for him. That night at the hospital, when he had sung a song for her from his father’s old guitar, he had elicited sweet music from it and now he was strummed her, her body making sounds to the movements of his fingers.

She had honestly not expected this but it wasn’t unwelcome, her own hands coming up to rub along the length of his arms, reaching up to touch his shoulders, her thumb tracing the tattoo there lovingly.

She turned her eyes to his, looking into them a moment before another touch caused her to arch up more, her eyes rolling back towards the ceiling.

His fingers had traced along the lingerie, to touch at her most intimate spot, but still through the material. He would never have thought he’d be so bold with a woman before in his entire life. Oh sure, he had dreamed, hoped, wished… but never thought it would happen. To feel Katelynn’s body wet, and warm, waiting for his fingers as they traced gently against the sheer material that covered her…

“You’re so, so gorgeous.” he whispered against her body as he continued to kiss down her chest, uncaring if the material was in the way. Just what was he doing… he was moving southward, trailing kisses against her stomach now.

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“Come here…” he whispered again as his hands found hers, and gently pulled her down. She easily slipped on top of him, his arms wrapping around her momentarily before he rolled, and rolled her down onto the bed. He settled half on her, half off, still tangled in the blanket, and ran a hand through her hair slowly. “Katelynn you’re… so perfect for me.” Jack admitted gently, tracing his nose against her cheek.

“Never doubt that. Please…” he whispered as the hand on her cheek traced down to touch the material but, more importantly, her body beneath it. Her warmth, her soft, smooth skin… he kissed at her jaw softly, as his hand began to touch her.

She had squeaked when he maneuvered her on the bed, getting her down on her back where her hair lay out behind her, face flushed. God he made her feel so fantastic, words unable to describe the feelings of his fingers against her skin.

She moved her head to the side, eyes closing as she concentrated on him, feeling his caresses rather than watching them, soft moans escaping from her lips. Was lingerie just for the initial show before it was slipped off, moving to be discarded on the floor? If that was it’s only purpose, she figured it was still worth it to continue seeing the pleased look on his face.

“Jack..” she sighed out, her legs curling underneath him.

He positioned one of his legs, trapping one of hers between his but not with any contact. Jack sighed softly, hearing his name being said like that, affected by the sounds she was making. He shifted closer to her, trailing kisses against her jaw and neck as his wandering hand found one of her breasts and gave it a gentle squeeze through the material.

“Katelynn… Katelynn, Katelynn Foster…” he whispered her name, first and last, before kissing down to her collar bone. “The things… y-you do to me…” Jack breathed against her skin, his goatee trailing against her, tingling against the lacy material. 

His other hand ran down her side, grasping gently at her hip, feeling the nice material beneath his touch; but he was still more focused on her body beneath it.

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His heart leaped into his throat and he was certain he was purple all over when he saw her slowly walk out from the door. He clenched his hands against the blankets, a smile spreading slowly over his face. Pulling his hands away, he reached up, to her, with his arms out and hands open.

“Y-you look absolutely beautiful… but I always think that…” he admitted softly. “Come here… please…? I want to touch you…”

Letting go of the door frame, Katelynn made her awkward walk toward him, her hair pooling around her petite frame, chest rising and falling with every breath. Her heart had soared that he liked it, her body not displeasing him, causing more shivers of pleasure to run along her skin.

She walked until she was at his bedside, merely standing there and unsure of what to do. What did women do when they were showing themselves off for their boyfriends this way?

“Come here…” he whispered again as his hands found hers, and gently pulled her down. She easily slipped on top of him, his arms wrapping around her momentarily before he rolled, and rolled her down onto the bed. He settled half on her, half off, still tangled in the blanket, and ran a hand through her hair slowly. “Katelynn you’re… so perfect for me.” Jack admitted gently, tracing his nose against her cheek.

“Never doubt that. Please…” he whispered as the hand on her cheek traced down to touch the material but, more importantly, her body beneath it. Her warmth, her soft, smooth skin… he kissed at her jaw softly, as his hand began to touch her.

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He stared back at her, watching how she looked at him in ways nobody had ever done before. It made his heart race within his chest, turning his cheeks, nose, and tips of his ears turn brilliantly violet when she did. Katelynn had such a… a way with her eyes. They could do so much to him, undo him, give him strength, courage, yet could tear him down when she looked at him with sadness.

Jack watched her sit on her knees and gave an awkward laugh, before he reached to her, his blue hands abandoning his turtle neck on the floor, and he pushed his fingers against her face, and neck as he leaned closer to her.

“I love you.” he whispered, lips barely against hers as he whispered it, “Please don’t ever think I won’t… or that I’d leave you… how could I leave you…?” Jack asked softly as the hand in her hair trailed down her back, before settling on her hip. “Okay, Katelynn…?”

Her eyelids drooped a little, her stomach knotting at his proximity as another shiver ran down her spine. Oh god how she loved him back despite the speed of which their romance had blossomed.

She had been so alone before him, she realized, barely having friends to count on. Then he had stepped into her life, showed him kindness, attention, understanding, protection; anything and everything, that she couldn’t help but fall in love with him. The way in which he had been there for her when she was in the hospital had clinched it. If it weren’t for him she would have spent every day in that bed lonely, without a friend to share it with.

He was her best friend, her lover, and, dared she hoped, her family. She had no one else but him now.

“Jack..” she whispered against his lips, eyes locked on his, loving the acidic tint to them, almost glowing in their depths. “I love you too..I won’t..I won’t leave you either..I don’t want to..you’re all I have in this world and I’m glad for that..yo-…you’re pretty much..my family..”

She was too entranced by him to notice the deeper meaning of that confession, her mind going into a future that wouldn’t happen for a long time. Or probably wouldn’t happen for a long time, in case he changed his mind later.

“You’re all I want.” Jack admitted quietly. “Only you. Nobody else. No…. no woman on the street, not Sally, not anyone…” he went on to explain as he blinked those acidic green eyes of his, taking in the sight of her against the bed like this, sitting on the floor, the blush well and truly set on her cheeks and nose. He leaned up, and kissed her nose softly before he drew back, hands now digging down against the hardwood floors.

“…and I would, if… you want to, I understand if you don’t…” Jack said quietly as he picked up the lingerie, and placed it into her hands gently. He said nothing, speaking with his eyes just like he always did. He told her he loved her every day, that he would always accept her, need her, rely on her, desire her, but now he was asking if she could just do this for him.

To see her dressed up, in something blue and lacy, for him… it made his desire and passion for her spike so high it rocketed through the roof.

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He blushed, brilliantly, that she said that to him. Jack turned his head to look at her, surprised on his green eyes. To hear her say that… it made his heart beat faster within his chest. 

Something so simple? Was that all? 

Jack pulled back from her, before reaching for the bottom of his black turtleneck and gently pulled it up. There was the butterfly tattoo again, a faint pattering of chest hair, and when he pulled it off entirely she saw the dragon on his shoulder. He knelt there before her, turtleneck in his hands, face purple.

“…like this?”

She stared at him again, feeling herself blush deeply as a shiver ran down her spine. Yeah that was exactly how, her eyes roaming despite herself, taking in every inch of his skin. She had definitely not expected him to be so daring back, actually showing her what she wanted to see.

“Y-Yeah..” she admitted shakily, her eyes eating him up. Oh god she wanted to jump at him but she tucked her hands under her knees, making sure that didn’t happen. She didn’t want to freak him out or anything.

Yet her mind kept running through things, noticing a bit of the shoulder tattoo she had fallen in love with when she had seen it. She blushed, imagining herself kissing that area in passion.

She chewed on her bottom lip to make the train of thought stop. God he was so sexy she couldn’t stand it. Was it because everything was still so new between them and not quite as comfortable as couples who had been together for years?

Her eyes went back to his chest, caressing him almost with her eyes as they traveled upward before settling on his eyes, her own reflecting a desire she wasn’t sure if she wanted to initiate. Would it be a good idea with the scare they were going through?

He stared back at her, watching how she looked at him in ways nobody had ever done before. It made his heart race within his chest, turning his cheeks, nose, and tips of his ears turn brilliantly violet when she did. Katelynn had such a… a way with her eyes. They could do so much to him, undo him, give him strength, courage, yet could tear him down when she looked at him with sadness.

Jack watched her sit on her knees and gave an awkward laugh, before he reached to her, his blue hands abandoning his turtle neck on the floor, and he pushed his fingers against her face, and neck as he leaned closer to her.

“I love you.” he whispered, lips barely against hers as he whispered it, “Please don’t ever think I won’t… or that I’d leave you… how could I leave you…?” Jack asked softly as the hand in her hair trailed down her back, before settling on her hip. “Okay, Katelynn…?”

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“You always look sexy for me.” Jack said quietly, shocked that such a sentence was leaving his lips. “When… when you show up in anything you wear, you’re most beautiful, most sexy woman in the world to me.” he went on to say. “Outside when the wind is in your hair, or, or the snow in it, and any other time, Katelynn…” he says. “I just wish I could… I could look better for you. I’m always in my turtlenecks and my jeans and… I just wan to look good for you but you’re so much braver than me. Look you just shown how much,” he says, gesturing to the lingerie. “by buying this…!”

But he smiles, and pulls her into his arms, hugging her tightly. “You’re beautiful, Katelynn. You will be, to me, a-always, all right?”

Whenever he was sweet like this he always left her speechless, always left her breathless that she could hear the pounding of her heart in her ear. She snuggled into him, feeling content in his arms, as if no one could harm her.

“You always look good in my opinion, Jack,” she whispered honestly, blood rushing into her face at the rest. “Especially..I mean..I really like seeing you shirtless too..”

Had she really just said that? She couldn’t believe she had been brave enough to admit that little secret.

He blushed, brilliantly, that she said that to him. Jack turned his head to look at her, surprised on his green eyes. To hear her say that… it made his heart beat faster within his chest. 

Something so simple? Was that all? 

Jack pulled back from her, before reaching for the bottom of his black turtleneck and gently pulled it up. There was the butterfly tattoo again, a faint pattering of chest hair, and when he pulled it off entirely she saw the dragon on his shoulder. He knelt there before her, turtleneck in his hands, face purple.

“…like this?”

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“What?” he asked, looking shocked around his deep blush. He moved to her and knelt in front of her, reached out for her, and placed his hands to her arms gently. “Katelynn i-it’s okay!” he said as bravely as he could. “Don’t apologize…! It, it’s a lovely color and I’m sure it would look wonderful on you, b-but,” he reached down, and touched the material in her hand as his other hand brought her head up since she hadn’t been looking at him.

“But that’s… that’s just because you’re the one wearing it. On.. on any other woman it… it wouldn’t mean anything to me.”

She stared at him a moment, her heart doing somersaults so high it was practically jumping out of her throat. “I-I wasn’t even sure if..I should wear it..I bought it on impulse because the color..and I heard men liked these and I just wanted to look se-sexy for once for you..”

Considering she never had before, or thought she was, she thought it would be a nice little ego boost. Not that she was vain but figured the ego boost would help her confidence a bit more.

“You always look sexy for me.” Jack said quietly, shocked that such a sentence was leaving his lips. “When… when you show up in anything you wear, you’re most beautiful, most sexy woman in the world to me.” he went on to say. “Outside when the wind is in your hair, or, or the snow in it, and any other time, Katelynn…” he says. “I just wish I could… I could look better for you. I’m always in my turtlenecks and my jeans and… I just wan to look good for you but you’re so much braver than me. Look you just shown how much,” he says, gesturing to the lingerie. “by buying this…!”

But he smiles, and pulls her into his arms, hugging her tightly. “You’re beautiful, Katelynn. You will be, to me, a-always, all right?”

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He’d followed her through, also forgetting the sandwich, but mostly also just wanting to make sure she didn’t run into any ghosts on the way to the bedroom. It would be horrid if she did. Jack leaned on the door frame, hands in his pockets, as he watched her search through the bag for her charger.

It would be cruel if any specter were to show up now, with her camera dead. 

He was just about to ask her something when he saw something she set aside slowly roll out on the floor. Curious, he took a step closer but stopped when he saw what it was and his face turned purple. Lingerie? Lingerie. Katleynn had bought lingerie.

Jack stood there, struck dumb for a moment, before speaking. “Katelynn? Um. Your… that… On the floor…” he mumbled, pointing.

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“What?” he asked, looking shocked around his deep blush. He moved to her and knelt in front of her, reached out for her, and placed his hands to her arms gently. “Katelynn i-it’s okay!” he said as bravely as he could. “Don’t apologize…! It, it’s a lovely color and I’m sure it would look wonderful on you, b-but,” he reached down, and touched the material in her hand as his other hand brought her head up since she hadn’t been looking at him.

“But that’s… that’s just because you’re the one wearing it. On.. on any other woman it… it wouldn’t mean anything to me.”