You stared at Jack from over your computer, noticing his uneasiness. He shifted in his seat every thirty seconds or so, mostly keeping his eyes on the tablet Sam had gotten him a week earlier. But, every once in a while, his soft blue gaze lifted up to you, hovering for just a moment before lowering again. He was usually one of the most composed being you ever met. So, the odd behavior caught your attention pretty quickly.
“Jack, is everything okay?” You lowered your laptop and studied the sweet Nephilim. The two of you had become fast friends, despite Dean’s lack of faith in the young half-angel. But, once the whole team was on board with him sticking around, things seems to be going smoothly around the bunker.
Which meant that you knew Jack’s quirks. And this just wasn’t normal for him.
“Jack? Hey, dude. I asked you a question.” You lifted slowly from your chair as he finally looked back up at you. “Are you alright?”
His soft cheeks were flushed. Was he sick? Could he even get sick? Geez, this guy was confusing.
“I-I uh.” He pursed his lips as he stared up at you. God, you hated when he looked at you like that. His puppy dog eyes made your heart skip. You just couldn’t help it. Jack was everything between adorable and hot.
“You can tell me, Jack.” You leaned your hands onto the table and leaned over a bit, studying his behavior. You watched as his sparkling blue eyes lowered slowly to your chest, lingering there for a moment, then snapped back up to your face. You raised an eyebrow as you peered down at your chest, noticing that your shirt was a little lower than you remembered, giving Jack a nice, long view of your cleavage.
Oh. That’s what was wrong.
“Did you find a little distraction?” you teased as you leaned forwards a little more, pressing the sides of your arms against your chest. Your breasts perked up a little more, forcing a sharp breath from Jack. Oh, this was fun. You had a suspicion that Jack was attracted to you. He wasn’t great about hiding his stares or standing too close. But, you found most of it innocent and endearing. But, this? This time it was a little less innocent.
You licked your lips, gaining Jack’s attention even more. “Jack, are you going to say something?” You couldn’t tell if his distress was from his apparent arousal, or from anxiety. Probably a mix of both.
Jack’s lips parted for a moment before any words formed. “Y-You’re breathtaking, Y/N.” His cheeks were beet red as he stuttered his confession. “I’ve always thought that, from the moment I met you. But, right now, I feel a different form of attraction. I love looking at you and listening to you speak. I love when you laugh and tease me.” He paused, thinking carefully about his next words. “Right now, I have the intense need to… touch you.” Your cheeks heated. “I want to feel your skin under my fingertips.”
You stared down at him, then made your way to his side. You slid onto the table, sitting right in front of him, your legs dangling. “You want to touch me intimately? To kiss me?” You bit your lower lip as a sudden heat soared in your core. He nodded. “Then go ahead.”
Jack tilted his head. “Are you sure?”
You smiled and nodded. “Come here,” you whispered. You extended your hand and Jack took it, positioning himself between your legs. A sudden hiss left your lips as you noticed his erection pressing against his jeans. He looked down, then glanced back up at you, searching for approval. “It’s okay, Jack. You can do what you want.” You smiled. “I want this too. It’s just… harder to see.” He smiled, a sudden twinkle in his eye. He leaned in, pressing his lips against yours harder than you anticipated. He took a step closer, closing the gap between the two of you. Both of his hands landed on your thighs, just above your knees, his hands lightly gripping your bare thighs.
