Jack Dawkins One Shots

Sweetheart P3

Jack's smile widened a little, a fond look in his eyes as he shifted slightly so he could look more directly at her, still letting her play with his fingers. He reached his free hand out and gently smoothed a lock of her hair away from her face, tucking it behind her ear. "Sweetheart..." He murmured, "'Y/n is your name."

She shook her head. "Mei. I mei." She said tapping her chest.

Jack smiled softly, his hand gently moving to cup her face, his thumb stroking her skin softly. "Mei... sweetheart..." He said as gently as he could, trying to keep it in a way she would understand, "... that's just a nickname. Your real name - the one you used to be called before... your accident... is Y/n, don't you remember?"

"... But I like mei... You like mei... No one liked Y/n." She said,

She wasn't completely wrong, jack had never shown his interest in Y/n before the accident all through he certainly had a crush on her. Y/n was, shy, quiet, self-conscious... But mei, mei was carefree, cute, confident, and... Jack loved her. Why would she want to be Y/n when she could be mei.

He brought his other hand to her other side so he was holding her face between his hands. "Mei..." He murmured. His eyes softened as he held her face, trying his best to make she was understand him. "... you can still be Mei, but your real name... is Y/n."

"... Jack loved Y/n?" She asked.

Jack softened even further, his heart clenching slightly. "I did, sweetheart."

"...does Jack love mei?" She had a tear in her eye.

Jack's hand moved to wipe the tear away from her eye. "I do, sweetheart. I love you, Mei. With all my heart."

"... Jack want Y/n back?"

Jack paused for a moment, trying to properly form what he needed to say. "... I loved Y/n..." He started, his hands continuing to stroke her cheeks. "... but I love my Mei so much more." He murmured gently.

She nodded but still seemed sad.

Jack's heart practically broke at how sad she seemed. He carefully leaned forward and pressed his forehead against her's, wanting to assure her he wasn't going anywhere.

"Sweetheart..." He murmured. His thumbs continued to try and wipe her tears away. "why are you crying?"

"sad... You loose Y/n... For mei... I didn't mean to take her away..."

Jack's heart just shattered completely, He pulled her a little closer, trying to keep her as close as he could. "I didn't lose Y/n... you didn't take her away... they're one and the same... you... you are Y/n. And I love you with all my heart."

"... Would...jack be happy to call mei, Y/n?"

Jack's heart practically melted at the question, his own eyes even beginning to brim with tears. "Sweetheart..." He murmured, his arms moving to wrap around her waist and pull her close. He then began to lay small peppered kisses to the crown of her head and her face, feeling the need for physical gestures to go with his words. "... I would be happier than you would ever believe to call you Y/n."

she nodded. And tapped her chest. "Y/n."

Tears spilled down his cheeks, He pulled her even closer, almost cradling her on his chest now. His hands, on reflex alone now, tangled in her unruly curls as he rested his head on top of her's, trying to get her as close to him as physically possible. "... Y/n... my Y/n..."

she nodded and happily laid with him silently allowing him as long as he needed to hold her.

His hands just barely trembled as he held her, just enjoying the solid warmth of her body pressed tightly against his. His grip on her was very much similar to the grip he had on her during... more intimate moments, possessive and almost needy. But this time it was fuelled by how much he just needed her. He couldn't put why he was so emotional, but he just knew he needed her as as close as she possibly could be, right now. He buried his face into her neck, still needing to get himself back under control.

She gently tapped his chest innocently,

Jack slowly regained a semblance of control over himself as he laid his face on her neck. He lifted his head slightly, a light chuckle escaping him at the feeling her hands doing their tapping. "Umm?" He murmured, still not fully having regained control over the quiver in his voice.

"I knock." She said looking up at him with her wide green eyes.

Jack's chuckles grew slightly louder at her reply, a tired smirk playing on his face as he locked eyes with her, "You knocked?"

She nodded. "I knock. So I may ask question."

" you can ask your question"

"... Can make toast?'

Jack chuckled softly, "... you want to make toast?"

she nodded.

Jack chuckled again. "Okay sweetheart... we can make toast." He murmured, not moving the slightest to get up. His face remained buried in her neck, hands remained tangled in her hair and his hands still settled on her waist. He just really didn't want to move.

"Must we still clean after toast?" She pouted.

"yes sweetheart...cleaning first, then we'll make toast." He murmured gently in her ear, his fingers idly playing with her hair.

she huffed and climbed out the bed clearly not happy about the chores.

She began to walk towards her own bedroom, but... Didn't pick up her nightie from Jack's bedroom floor.

he coughed to get her attention,

"Wha?"

"sweetheart... you forgot something..." He murmured with a playful smirk, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

She went back and giggled giving him a little kiss,

Jack chuckled lightly but he held out an arm to stop her leaving. "sweetheart..."

"Wha?" She whined.

He chuckled again, "sweetheart... where's your nightie?" He murmured, his eyes still raking over her naked body.

She huffed and picked up her nightie slipping it on over her head. "Put on clothes... Clean house... Make toast..." She whined clearly annoyed at the many steps before being allowed to do what she wants.

Jack smirked as he watched her put the nightie back on. He then couldn't help but burst into full on laugh when she started whining.

"Ah. ah. you seem to be forgetting about something else sweetheart."

"what?" She whined louder.

"I need a morning kiss." He murmured, his tone of voice had changed slightly, now with a slight edge, almost growling.

"You have had many morning kisses." She huffed.

Jack's grip tightened around her waist, "not nearly enough this morning... come here." He ordered.

She sighed and leant down to give him another kiss.

Jack stopped her just before her lips could touch his. "No." He murmured. "... not like that." His hand on her waist pulled her to him, his mouth covering hers in a hungry, deep kiss. With every second the kiss lasted, Jack got more possessive with it. His hands moved from her waist and found their way to her ass where he gripped her firmly. He moaned into her mouth, still not content with just the kiss.

she squealed a little as his hands squeezed her so hard.

Jack moaned again at her squeak and squeezed her ass again, both hands. He had her pressed up against him, his hardening cock now pressed between them again. He broke the kiss for a moment, his hands left her ass and went to her hips. "... get on the bed." He commanded,

She giggled and shook her head. "But not bouncy time, time for toast. You had double bounce already this morning."

Jack growled in response to her refusal, his hands flexed on her hips.

" sweetheart..." He murmured warningly. "... I said, get on the bed." His hands gave her hips a little push, sending her tumbling back onto the bed.

She squealed kicking her feet and giggling as she tried to squirm away, as Jack pinned her down.

Jack was on top of her in an instant, his hips pressed between her legs, pressing her down into the mattress. His hands were once again possessively holding her waist as he held her down and leaned over her, his eyes never leaving hers. "You're not going anywhere, sweetheart."