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 Posted: Tue Apr 14, 2015 2:26 pm
Shuddering at the mention image conjured by Ian and Shiloh and ********, he chided her for moving and tightened the bandages again, though he made sure to ask if they were too constrictive before moving on. "Only if you promise to do it in that voice," he replied with a smirk of his own as he tucked the end in. "Anywhere else hurt enough for attention? You were stumbling earlier."
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Posted: Tue Apr 14, 2015 2:28 pm
Chel humorously lowered to her optimus prime voice. "Does this not please you Jackles?"
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Posted: Tue Apr 14, 2015 2:31 pm
"Oh, Optimus, of course it does~" he falsetto'd back without missing a beat. Jack proceeded to crack himself up. "Seriously, though, we need to go if you don't need anymore bandages."
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Posted: Tue Apr 14, 2015 2:42 pm
Chel snickered and pulled his shirt forward for a kiss, mostly as a thank you she wouldn't say for the bandages.
She poked at her leftover chest marks that had healed over and said, "Nah I think we're good." The hand balled in his shirt let go, and she kept her lilting tone. "I got a few bruises on my thighs though. Might wanna look into those."
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Posted: Tue Apr 14, 2015 3:04 pm
He grinned through and happily accepted her token of gratitude.
"Hmm. They do look in need of investigating. I definitely need to see if my weapon did any lasting damage," Jack said as he offered to help her off. "We should head to your room, I think I left the necessary tools there." Porn cliches weren't porn puns, but at least Jack wasn't Dawson in that regard.
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Posted: Tue Apr 14, 2015 3:16 pm
Chel threw her head back in laughter, hopping off the bed and sliding towards the door. "Nah I'm gonna catch some Z's. You can come but it might be kinda borin'. Probably just play Yoshi or somethin' 'fore I doze off. Tired as balls."
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Posted: Tue Apr 14, 2015 8:59 pm
"I'll let you go then," he said as they made their way out. "Probably should spend some time looking into the pros and cons of living in town anyway." But as per usual, unless Chel said anything, he was walking her back to her room.
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Posted: Tue Apr 14, 2015 9:02 pm
That was something she had to talk to him about too. There were a lot of things bouncing around in her mind.
She filled the walk to the dorms with their usual prattle, but when she got to the stairs between the second and third floor, she paused. This was where they split, and it wasn't unusual since they'd always had separate rooms, but it was somewhat awkward after sharing a hotel room for what felt like forever.
"See ya later I guess," she said, awkwardly taking the first step up to her room. She looked like she was anticipating something more, but there wasn't anything more she could say.
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Posted: Tue Apr 14, 2015 9:15 pm
On Jack's end, there was no particular hesitation about the separation. The space was good; it let time spent together feel less cloying, the way he quickly got when around too many people for too long.
He leaned in for a parting kiss and let his hand slide down her arm as he pulled away. "Love you. Get some rest," he told her, letting their fingers catch briefly. "Faster you heal up, faster we can do PT."
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Posted: Tue Apr 14, 2015 9:23 pm
Too much. It was too much, too fast.
(There was an irony in that sentence, considering "too fast" was usually reserved for moving on to sexual endeavors too quickly in one's relationship, when in reality the exact opposite was too fast for Chel).
"Yeah. Sure thing." She had a hard time returning the sentiment just yet, and maybe, perhaps, some of Jack's need for privacy had rubbed off on her. She would get used to it in time, but right now it was raw and it was surreal.
< Physical training. >
It must have clicked on her face, because the confusion of what "PT" was had been written there first. "Text me if I need stuff for it." She had no idea what physical training meant, but she was already walking up the stairs to her room muttering about a "Stupid fluttery b*****d."
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