Jack was used to uncomfortable sleeping positions -- the couch, the floor, his desk, his desk at work, Iraq. He'd run the course of shitty nights and it seemed to come full circle. When she was a baby, he used to fall asleep on the couch with Billie in his lap or curled up on his chest. She was doing that earlier, claiming body heat and glancing at Julius, to which Jack quickly agreed to be her body heat.
No way in Hell came to mind frequently.
It was comfortable at first, like when she'd fall asleep watching the game and just tip into his arms, but then she'd wriggled around and he'd ended up with a knee in his kidney, an elbow to his throat and sweating like a motherfucker because his sister was a fucking fire breathing dragon girl.
And now he seriously had to piss. Pushing her not so gently to the side, Jack slipped off the bed, tugging his shirt off and chucking it at her.
"Jacky... ew what the fuck you piece of shit, that's fucking disgusting!" Glaring at him, Billie blinked groggily, her voice never raised beyond a whisper
( ... )
She was in the middle of making her sandwich when she heard the voice in the doorway. Glancing up and over, she smiled...then gaped, realizing that the cute boy was in the room.
With her. In her underwear.
Biting back a squeal, she swiftly circled the butcher block and made sure it blocked her from the waist down. And that she was facing him...her hair was loose, but she wasn't taking any chances.
"Um...ummm...hi? I mean...yeah. With the permission...er...bugger..."
Still planted next to the doorframe, Jack lowered his gaze. "I can leave if you want. But for the record? I have a sister and work with women who don't care about changing into their civvies in front of me and you have incredibly nice legs."
Shit.
Fuck.
Damnit.
That wasn't supposed to be out loud. Awh, fuck. "I didn't mean to say that out loud."
For a moment, she was struck dumb by the split-second fantasy...that it was real, that he really had noticed her and that maybe, just maybe, he was actually and truly interested in her as a woman.
Then she got over it and blushed furiously, managing a polite smile as she lowered her gaze, suddenly fascinated by her bare feet.
"Ummm...wow." she drawled, laughing nervously as she raked a hand back through her hair. "Uh, listen...that's very sweet, but it's fine. There's no need to take being polite quite that far, so..."
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No way in Hell came to mind frequently.
It was comfortable at first, like when she'd fall asleep watching the game and just tip into his arms, but then she'd wriggled around and he'd ended up with a knee in his kidney, an elbow to his throat and sweating like a motherfucker because his sister was a fucking fire breathing dragon girl.
And now he seriously had to piss. Pushing her not so gently to the side, Jack slipped off the bed, tugging his shirt off and chucking it at her.
"Jacky... ew what the fuck you piece of shit, that's fucking disgusting!" Glaring at him, Billie blinked groggily, her voice never raised beyond a whisper ( ... )
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With her. In her underwear.
Biting back a squeal, she swiftly circled the butcher block and made sure it blocked her from the waist down. And that she was facing him...her hair was loose, but she wasn't taking any chances.
"Um...ummm...hi? I mean...yeah. With the permission...er...bugger..."
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Shit.
Fuck.
Damnit.
That wasn't supposed to be out loud. Awh, fuck. "I didn't mean to say that out loud."
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Then she got over it and blushed furiously, managing a polite smile as she lowered her gaze, suddenly fascinated by her bare feet.
"Ummm...wow." she drawled, laughing nervously as she raked a hand back through her hair. "Uh, listen...that's very sweet, but it's fine. There's no need to take being polite quite that far, so..."
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