Two Worlds VI

V

I woke up in the morning to Jack holding me and I was comfortably laying with my head on his chest and hand on his stomach. I smiled lightly and rubbed into his chest. He breathed in deeply and I looked up at him. He breathed heavily and looked around tiredly.

"Good morning," I told him, and he looked at me. I smiled at him and he smiled back.

"Morning," He said quietly, and rubbed my arm. I rubbed into him, "Did I do okay?"

"Better than okay," I assured him, smiling.

"That makes me feel better," He chuckled slightly.

"Why were you worried?"

"Vincent, Fergus, my conscious," He sighed, "I'm glad they were wrong."

"They were definitely wrong." I assured him, and sat up. I kissed him lightly and he kissed me back. He closed his eyes and I got my bra off the floor.

I put it on and fixed the straps, then started getting dressed in clean clothes. He started getting up, getting his shirt and putting it on. He pulled on his pants and zipped them. I went to him and he looked at me. I handed him his bandana and he went to take it from me when I put it behind me, kissing him. He smiled and kissed me back. I gave him the bandana back and he put his arms around my waist. I wrapped my arms around his neck.

"I love you, Jack." I told him.

He smiled happily, "I love you too," I kissed him and he kissed me back.

"I'm gonna go see if the other two are alive." I told him, and he nodded. I kissed his cheek and left the room.

I walked into the library and Vincent looked at me from his computer. He raised his eyebrows at me.

"So, how was it?" He asked.

"Oh whatever." I told him, sitting across from him.

"I'm serious, I wanna know." He turned to me, "What did he do? Did he take my advice?"

"No, if anything you worried him, you dick." I put my feet up on the table.

"Was it good?"

"Yes."

"Details, Cas, come on, I want to know," He said, "How does he do it?"

"I am not having this conversation with you." I took my feet off the table.

"What? Why not? I won't tell," He told me and I rolled my eyes, starting to get up again, "At least tell me what kind it was. Missionary? Doggy style? Did you ride him?" I started walking out, and he followed me, "Did he ride you?" He stopped.

"He is definitely more gentle and sweet than you," I looked at him, stopping at the doorway.

"I can be gentle," He said, scoffing. I rolled my eyes, "I can!" He shouted at me, "Can't I?" He asked quietly and I scoffed as I went to the kitchen.

Guy was making his milkshake and he looked back at me, smiling.

"Hey," I said.

"Hi," He said, putting a straw into his glass.

"What's in that?" I asked, nodding at it.

"Uh, Oreos," He said, "You want some?"

"Sure," I nodded. He poured me a small glass and handed me it. I took a drink and chewed on the chunks of Oreos, "So, that guy we keep seeing everywhere, you have any guesses of who he is? And why he looks like you?"

He shook his head, "No," He looked at me, "He appeared differently this time." I looked back at him, "He's usually in that light thing, but this time there wasn't anything. And he used shadows to get us out of there."