Jakki One Shots

OTP Writing Challenge-Day Thirteen

Day Thirteen Prompt:

Muscles

The otp show off their muscles, or their lack of, flexing for their partner(s).

Jack, lack of muscles?? I think not :) Anyway, I loved the idea that I had for this one, it just didn't write as well as I wanted it too. Still, enjoy x

Nikki stifled a yawn. She was incredibly bored, no one around her to start up a conversation with. Jack wasn't even sitting across from her at his usual desk, a sudden feeling of loneliness overcoming her. She needed company, so she decided to go and find him.

It wasn't going to be difficult locating him. She knew exactly where he was. He was always in there, when he needed space, or even just when he was taking a break from work.

When she walked into the room, Jack was at the far end, his back to her, engrossed in the punching bag in front of him.

Hearing her sit down, he turned, his face lighting up at the sight of her.

"Having fun?" Nikki said somewhat sarcastically. However, a smile graced her face as she lent backwards, laying down.

"Time of my life," Jack replied with a chuckle.

Nikki's eyes stared up at the ceiling, listening to the rhythm of Jack's footsteps and breaths as he danced around the punch bag. Each time she heard his glove meet it, a tingle went down her spine. She didn't quite know why, but the way he was with his fighting, it made her feel something she couldn't quite explain.

She'd had asked Jack before about why he had such a love for fighting, for boxing, for beating the shit out of a cheap bag hanging from the ceiling. And he'd always had the same response.

Release.

She understood what he meant. It was his way of coping, everyone had different things that helped them get by. Still, a little bit of teasing never did anyone harm.

"Clarissa was so right about you. Damaged goods. Describes you perfectly."

The punches came to a halt, Jack letting out a laugh.

"Does it now?"

Nikki sat back up with a smile, nodding at him, eyebrows raised. He returned the grin, holding eye contact with her. Nikki's eyes were drawn to his arms, crossed in front of his chest. Of course, all of the boxing, the fighting, it built him up, made him stronger. And to her, even more attractive than he already was.

Jack walked towards Nikki, stopping in front of her. He towered above her; she had to strain her neck to look up at him. When he bent down, hands either side of her thighs, Nikki's stomach filled with butterflies. He was inches away from her face, every part of him suddenly becoming extremely appealing to her.

She placed her hands onto the bench. Her head tilted back slighting, even though she was desperate to lean forward and close the gap between them. Jack took a quick glance at her lips, before meeting her eyes again.

"Have you ever tried it?" he asked.

"What... that?" She looked behind him at the punching bag.

"Yeah."

"Well, no..." she trailed off, not sure what to say.

Jack dropped to his knees beside her, using his teeth to pull off a glove. He then picked up one of her hands, placing it inside.

"Right," he said, proceeding to do the same with the other glove, "You're going to have a go at it. See how it makes you feel."

If Jack was there watching her, she knew exactly how she would feel.

"I'm not dressed for this," Nikki protested, trying her best to get out of it

"Oh well," Jack replied, pulling her to her feet. He took hold of her wrist, guiding her towards the bag.

Placing his hands on her waist, he positioned her, telling her where to stand. Again, Nikki's body tensed, his touch sending all sorts of feelings through her.

"Ok, picture something that makes you angry. Something that's pissed you off recently."

Nikki thought hard, eventually settling on her father. It had been a while since she'd thought about him, but every time she did, she felt herself becoming frustrated. So, she pictured his face, a clear image in her head, as Jack finished speaking.

"And just take it all out on the bag."

He stepped back, leaving Nikki to herself. Taking a quick glance at Jack, she turned her focus to her task in hand.

She threw the first punch at the bag. As soon as her fist collided with it, she felt a rush of adrenaline, an amazing feeling, something that had needed to be released. Another punch, then another, then another. The process carried on, again and again, Nikki becoming more animated.

The energy that had overcome her, it felt exactly how Jack had described it.

Release.

Jack watched her as she came to a stop, arms down, catching her breath. His face sported a huge grin. He could tell in Nikki's eyes how much she'd enjoyed it. After all, he wouldn't have gotten her to try it out if he thought it would have no effect on her.

"It's good, isn't it?" He made his way over to her, a hand brushing the small of her back. Turning, she gazed up at him, her face full of energy.

"Yeah, pretty good," she replied, flashing him a wide smile.