Jakki One Shots

OTP Writing Challenge- Day Five

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Day Five Prompt
Energy!
A member of the otp is hyper or more hyper than usual.

I don’t think I really followed the prompt at all  with this one, but I found it so hard! Anyway, I was thinking of writing a oneshot like this before doing the challenge, so enjoy!

Nikki could hear Jack even before he came into the room, whistling away to himself. She always knew the signs when he was in a good mood, but whistling, that was a new one.

“What’s gotten into you?” she asked, as he entered, sitting down by the desk in front of her.

“I’ve got a fight tonight,” he said, clapping his hands together like he'd won a great victory.

Nikki rolled her eyes. She'd told him before about her views on the sport. It was an ignorant, stupid thing to do, let alone dangerous. And, plus, he told her he was taking a break from it.

“I thought you were toning down on all that.”

“I was,” Jack started, thinking of the right thing to say. He settled on the truth; it was easier to spill out than making something up. “But I missed it, you know?”

“No, not really.”

Nikki didn’t understand how he could miss getting punched in the face, miss potentially getting brain damage from all the hits he suffered. Those thoughts scared her, the injuries that he could possibly never recover from. But, she knew she could never truly get him away from it. After all, he'd said it was his escape. Still though, it didn't mean she was going to like it.

“You should come and watch. You never know, you might have a change of heart.”

“I’d rather not.”

“Suit yourself. But you’re missing out," Jack grinned at her, his eyes smiling over the rim of the computer screen. Nikki sighed.
As handsome as the man in front of her was, he couldn't persuade her, not one tiny bit.

***

Nikki really didn’t know why she was here. Going straight home hadn't seemed appealing to her, and now she was standing outside this miserable place. Jack would be inside somewhere, wrapping bandages around his fingers, hyping himself up for his fight. Taking a deep breath, she headed inside. Even though she'd visited a couple of times, it was very unfamiliar to her, and so she had to ask for directions to the cage.

The noise was deafening when she entered the room, shouting, the clapping. She kept to the back at first, not wanting to join in with the crowds. But then Jack appeared. A huge cheer erupted around Nikki, each and every person anticipating his hopeful win. Nikki questioned whether she should hang back, not wanting to face the mocking from Jack over the fact that she'd actually turned up. Screw it, she thought, stepping further towards everyone. Anyway, she quite enjoyed his teasing. Most people would see it as flirting anyway.

Eventually he clocked her. There was a raise of an eyebrow, a glint in his eyes, a mouth of words towards her. He was far away, but Nikki still managed to make out what he said. Fancy seeing you here.

She replied with a roll of the eyes and a smile, watching him as he put in his mouth guard, put on his gloves. He entered the cage, constantly moving around, waiting for the man he was going to fight. Somehow, his opponent was bigger than him. If Jack was 6 foot 3, he must have been at least 3 inches taller, but his body mass made him much slower as they began.

Nikki edged further forward, intrigued. Closer and closer, pushing past people, until she was right up against the cage. She stared at Jack, suddenly feeling she was unable to tear her eyes away.

There was something strangely attractive about it. The way he moved around the cage, the way he expertly threw each punch. Nikki could hear her breath hitching, as her hand grasped at the wire in front of her. Jack was receiving a few nasty blows to the chest, but he was throwing enough back at his opponent to have an effect.

A final punch to the face did it. He rocked, taken off balance. Then a thud to the floor and he was out. There was another huge roar from the crowd, as Jack raised his fists to the air. Sweaty, with blood dripping down his face from a cut on his cheek. But he had won.

Nikki barely had time to think before Jack was off, out of the cage and down the corridor, back to his changing room. She followed, quickening her pace. The door was closed when she reached it, so she knocked, suddenly feeling nervous about being alone with him. It only took seconds for him to open it, not seeming surprised to see Nikki. He hadn't yet done anything about his face, the graze on his cheek still red raw and bloody. Nikki rolled her shoulders back, snapping into doctor mode.

“You better let me clean up that cut.”

With a grin, he let her inside.

“No well done?” he asked, sitting down on the toilet seat to the left of the room. Nikki went over to the sink, running a wad of tissue under the cold tap.

“Well done for not getting a concussion,” she replied sarcastically, heading back towards him, not wanting to look him in the eye. Her body still felt tingly. She couldn't help it. Every time she glanced at him, her mind drifted to the fact that he wasn't wearing a shirt. The thoughts caused her to blush, trying not to make it obvious what she was thinking. She began dabbing Jack's cheek, every few seconds stopping to let him wince in pain. Jack sensed her discomfort, using it to his advantage.

“You enjoyed it, didn’t you," he pressed, his grin widening.

“No,” Nikki scoffed.

Liar.

“Yes you did. I can tell you did.”

Nikki shook her head, trying to play it off. God, what was up with her tonight? Was she actually starting to like the 'sport' she'd tried so hard to despise? Or was it just because the man she was watching it for happened to be so… good?

Jack still wanted answers. He took hold of her wrist, bringing it back down to her side.

“Go on then, tell me,” he said with a smile, "Why are you here?”

He wouldn't let go. Nikki didn't want him to. The strange feeling that had been sitting in the pit of her stomach all night was beginning to bubble to the surface. She didn't know how much longer she could take it, how much longer she could stand being alone with Jack, him half naked and her suddenly finding herself extremely attracted to him.

It was so tempting just to throw herself at him, to see how he would react, if he'd kiss her, where he'd kiss her. But, the way his eyes flickered from her lips down her body, the slower everything seemed… it made it more intimate.

Nikki's heart beat faster and faster as Jack tilted his head toward her. They were centimetres away now, the skin on her neck tickling from the heat of Jack's breath. She wondered if he'd take the plunge and kiss her first, or whether she'd end up doing it. It was a dilemma that ran through her head in a space of a few seconds, her eyes closing when the answer was near.

But nothing happened.

A huge pounding at the door caused them both to jump a mile. Huffing, Jack swore at it, rising to his feet to see who had such terrible timing.

Nikki caught her breath, pressing a hand to her cheek to see how hot she had gotten. That wasn't fair. She was so very ready. It was fine, she could wait, at least until Jack had finished speaking to the man at the door. Then she simply had to act on her feelings.