Jakki One Shots

"Kiss Me"

Nikki awoke in the early hours of the morning, having suffered a horrific nightmare. Three weeks ago, she had been lying in a box, losing air, thinking she was about to die. Her dream had taken her back there, trapped and crying at the thought of the people she cared so much for. It had caused her to wake up sweating and hyperventilating in the unfamiliar bed she was in. She turned, trying to catch her breath, seeing Jack asleep on the bed beside her. Travelling back from Mexico meant that they had to fly to New York before taking a flight home to London. So last night, they had checked into a hotel.

Throat dry, Nikki decided she needed a drink. A little calmer, she swung her legs over the side of the bed and stood, trying not to wake up Jack. She tiptoed to the bathroom, finding a glass on the side. Filling  it with water, she took a sip, trying to relax herself. Until something caught her eye in the mirror.

Behind her was a figure, covered in dirt and sand. It was only until Nikki squinted she realised she was looking at a version of herself, the version she was desperate to forget. The utter shock of seeing such a thing made her drop the glass, which collided with the sink and smashed. Her whole body started shaking, just as Jack ran in.

"Nikki! What happened?"

She turned to him, not saying a word, just taking a quick glance. He looked as tired as she felt, having been through just as much shit trying to find her. When she looked back at the mirror, the figure was gone. She stood there, staring at herself, wondering what she had become.

"Nikki, your hand."

Jack's voice broke her away from her thoughts, and focused her on his words. Her hand was bleeding from a cut, presumably having been caught on the broken glass. It looked a little deep and yet she couldn't even feel it.

"Right," Nikki said bluntly.

She stormed out of the bathroom and over to the dresser, rummaging through her bag to find a plaster. Nikki retrieved one,  struggling to place it on the cut. She managed to do  it after a second or two, but her hands were shaking. She took a deep breath closing her eyes. It had been a hallucination, nothing more. The start of what she knew was going to be a long journey of PTSD.

Jack came into the room hesitantly, edging over to Nikki, unsure what to do. He grabbed hold of her wrist, in an attempt to calm her down. She jolted as if he was hurting her, even though his touch was gentle. Nikki turned, trying to get away from him, until she was almost sitting on the dresser. Jack held on.

"Tell me what's going on," he begged.

"Nothing. I'm fine."

"No you're not."

He let go of her wrist, almost in defeat. Jack looked at her with such worry, concern. Nikki felt terrible for not telling him what was going on inside her head. He tucked a loose strand of her hair behind her ear, and she gazed at him fondly. Jack appeared to be such a headstrong, stubborn man, when in reality he was soft. They were sharing such a tender moment, which was not uncommon between the two.

But then, the atmosphere changed.

Nikki forgot all about her injury, and her frustration. She even forgot about the events that had happened weeks before. All she was focused on was the man in front of her.  She'd thought about him more than a friend, multiple times before. And now as her eyes couldn't help themselves but stare at Jack's lips, she imagined what it would be like to alter that friendship into something a little more... intimate.

"Kiss me," she burst out.

"What?"

"Jack, it's not fucking hard! Just kiss me."

Jack really didn't know what to say. She could tell in his eyes that he wanted to, but he didn't move.

"I-"

"Don't you want to?"

Jack sighed.

"Of course I bloody do. But you're vulnerable right now, and I don't want to take advantage of you."

Nikki tilted her head, moving closer.and closer until she could feel his breath on her cheek. She lowered her voice until it was barely more than a whisper.

"I don't care. I want you to kiss me."

Tugging the front of his shirt, so they were millimetres away from one another, Nikki perched herself on the dresser. Jack's hands made their way to her thighs, as Nikki teased him with her lips. Finally, she let him kiss her. There was so much passion in that gesture, a gesture that should have happened years ago. Nikki's hands rummaged through his hair, as he lifted her with ease, carrying her carefully towards the bed.