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puckandpie) wrote2016-10-30 12:17 am
puckandpie) wrote2016-10-30 12:17 am
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post-wedding
Anxious as we both are and sore as my feet are, Jack doesn't put up too much of a fight when I insist on using the app on my phone to call us a car. I spend the whole ride back to Chelsea with one hand wrapped tight in Jack's and trying not too fidget too much with the other. Butterflies are downright having a dance party in my belly, but it's not the sort of nerves I used to get before games or even the ones I'd get before checking practice.
No, these are the good kinds of nerves. Like the ones I felt right before Jack kissed me for the first time.
Everything becomes sort of blur once we make it back to the building even as I want to remember every last moment. We thank the driver and then take the elevator up to our floor, Jack's hand not leaving mine for a second. And then I lead him down the hallway to his apartment. Part of me kind of wants to do this in my own bed, but Jack's is about as familiar as mine these days and Macha and Shannon probably need to be let out. Or at least fed. Elvis should be fine.
Jack lets go of my hand to unlock the door and the kids are right there when we walk in, their tails wagging wildly.
It's a nice distraction.
"Hi, babies," I coo, ignoring the nerves and the heat still pumping through me. I glance over at Jack. "Do we need to feed them one last time before, uh. Before we do anything else?"
No, these are the good kinds of nerves. Like the ones I felt right before Jack kissed me for the first time.
Everything becomes sort of blur once we make it back to the building even as I want to remember every last moment. We thank the driver and then take the elevator up to our floor, Jack's hand not leaving mine for a second. And then I lead him down the hallway to his apartment. Part of me kind of wants to do this in my own bed, but Jack's is about as familiar as mine these days and Macha and Shannon probably need to be let out. Or at least fed. Elvis should be fine.
Jack lets go of my hand to unlock the door and the kids are right there when we walk in, their tails wagging wildly.
It's a nice distraction.
"Hi, babies," I coo, ignoring the nerves and the heat still pumping through me. I glance over at Jack. "Do we need to feed them one last time before, uh. Before we do anything else?"
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The words make me anxious, the feeling creeping through the fog of my orgasm. Everything he's saying is true and I swallow with a dry click, forcing myself to stay calm. I don't want to ever think about Bittle suddenly not being here anymore, because it's about the worst possible scenario in any case.
"I want to keep you too," I tell him, brushing our noses together as I give him a smile. "Something could happen back home, too. Maybe not the fairies thing, but."
A slow breath escapes me and I lay down at his side, rolling to wrap an arm around his middle and hold him close. "You're right. There's no telling what's going to happen, so just... be here in this moment with me, okay? And we can hope that it lasts forever."
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Jack settles beside me then, a warm and comfortable weight and I find myself curling up against him immediately, feeling safe under his arm. My heart's still pounding and there's still that low thrill under my skin, but it's easing little by little, leaving only worn muscles and gentle sort of soreness. I manage a smile then and turn my head to press a kiss to his shoulder, lips lingering. "Honestly?" I tell him as I curl in tighter. "There's no place in this world or any world I'd rather be right now."