Jack Dawkins One Shots

Snuggled By Bones

Jack woke fairly late today. He'd been out drinking most of last night, and he had a day off today anyway. So he'd snuggled into his sheets a good while longer. Though the light and heat of the mid-morning Australian sun were beginning to make it unbearable to remain in his bed. Slowly, he turned onto his back, trying to savour the last few minutes of sleep. But he began to feel a sharp, stabbing pain crawling up his leg. He opened his eyes to investigate, and he simply saw the black, fluffy void with two big green eyes. The hospital cat, Stitches.

The cat perched on Jack's bare chest, looking down at him like he owed her money.

Jack groaned, "Uh... morning, I guess..?"

Stitches meowed down at him, brushing her fluffy tail across his skin.

Jack shivered slightly, let out a soft laugh and reached forward to give the cat a pet on the head. "You have a bad habit of sneaking in here, you know."

Stitches meowed again, and crawled across Jack's chest over to the other half of the bed.

But Jack looked over, he noticed the covers were more... curvy than they should have been.

The weight of stitches made the sheets shift and move, finally she revealed herself.

Y/n.

She was lying in Jack's bed with him, fast asleep, stitches curling up between their two warm bodies. Y/n's hair was pinned up in a bun, a soft cotton slip covering her body, but made no attempt to hide that her nipples were hard and slightly poking out the cotton.

"Uh... Y/n... is there a reason you're in my bed right now?" he asked, slightly stumbling over his words.

"Ummmm... Hummm?" She grumbled, clearly not having really been listening.

"How did you get into my room in the first place?"

"Humm... The door was unlocked." She yawned, "Lillian brought a boy back, so I came to stay with you."

"I'm gonna have to start locking that," he mumbled, "Well... it looks like we're both awake now, can I at least ask how long you've been in here for?"

"I didn't see the clock." She yawned again,

"You're not very helpful, are you..."

"Ummm shush." She dismissed, shifting a little to lay her head against his chest, cradling stitches in her arms.

He swallowed quietly and brought up a hand to play with one of her loose curls of hair. "You're both clingy this morning."

"ummm..." She mumbled, not really listening or at least ignoring him.

Jack continued fiddling with the stray curl of her hair, gently pulling at it and wrapping it around his finger before letting it loose and repeating. "You're lucky you're so cute..." he mumbled.

"It is my greatest skill." She smiled,

Jack let out a soft laugh, "So besides having the skill of cuteness, what other skills do you have?" he asked slightly in jest,

"I make good pie." She joked, curling up a little closer.

Jack chuckled, moving the hand that was playing with her hair to wrap his other arm around her, pulling her closer so she could fully rest on his chest. "Is that the only thing you can make?"

"... I can also make soup. But everyone can make soup."

"Guess you got me there." Jack continued to run his hand over her shoulder, his thumb rubbing soft circles over the smooth skin. His other hand rested on her waist, holding her to keep her as close to him as possible. "You seem extra cuddly today."