"Oh Look, Finally some good Christian Stories."

"Sleeping troubles."

:') This is just a Jackal x Ingrid fanfic I made for fun, please forgive me:

Jackal would lay down, reading the book that he had in his paws. The lights of the camp were turned off, everyone heading to bed already. It had been 2 weeks since the town's people were at the camp.. and jackal got used to it really. Jackal was told of how the redemption camp worked and what the rules were. There were two main cabins at the redemption camp. Cabin one being for the children and Cabin two being for the adults. Jackal was about 22 currently, this making him old enough to sleep at cabin two.

The sphynx cat yawned in his paw. He had been thinking of his plan to bringing Yule back, talking to Ingrid about it. He hadn't told Sin'aoi or anyone about the soul that somehow came back to him, which was for the best. Even if it been 4 weeks since he had met Ingrid, he started to feel like she had common interests. Jackal imagined him and Ingrid together once the plan was successful, just chilling whenever.

Jackal's mind sort of crossed other things, no longer being wholesome but more suggestive. The cat folk quickly took that out of his mind though.. he felt like it was wrong to even think about it. He viewed ingrid as a working partner and not.. well.. y'know. Jackal sure did feel like he was in the mood or something but... Those ideas didn't really come along alot.

Jackal looked over to the few beds that were from him, seeing ingrid. He noticed her rustling in the blankets, looking quite uncomfortable. He would sit himself up, stretching as he looked over. He quietly got up from his bed and headed over to the bunk bed ingrid was sleeping on. He was right.. she wasn't looking too comfortable.

"Ingrid?" Jackal whispered quietly as he crouched.

Ingrid turned to her side, looking over at Jackal.

"Can't sleep.." She groaned in annoyance, "Can't sleep at all.. It's just.."

"Thoughts huh?"

"Yeah.." Ingrid nodded quietly, "I'm not sure what I'm feeling now.. it's weird."

Jackal tilted his head to the side, thinking it was probably just a nightmare that ingrid had which made her unable to fall asleep. He chuckled, sitting at the end of ingrid's bed.

"Wanna talk about it?" Jackal asked.

Jackal payed attention to ingrid's extremely long shirt that she must've gotten from Atticus. He never realized how giant angels got, knowing that the bottom of the shirt reached to ingrid's ankles.

Ingrid scratched the back of her neck, "Yeah.. but it's.. quite embarrassing."

"Really? Trust me.. I wouldn't laugh. How embarrassing could it be?" Jackal reassured.

Ingrid would sit up in her bed. Her eyes trailed up and down at Jackal's head to his crotch. Jackal didn't spot her eyes however, just waiting for her to tell him.

"It's kind of about.. you in some way."

"Oh?" Jackal tilted his head.

"..I uh.." She spoke quietly.

Jackal could see ingrid's face cross from either contemplating on what to say or IF she should say something.

"Yes?"

Ingrid would look around camp before grabbing jackal quietly and pulling him close to her. They both met chest to chest.

"I can't handle it anymore jackal.. we can be quiet.." Ingrid's eyes pleaded with yearn.

Jackal didn't know exactly what to say, his ears lowered a bit.

"Uh.." Jackal hesitated.

"Please Jackal.. atleast we can try? I'm craving this I- I couldn't stop thinking about it.. I couldn't go to sleep."