[rl] Jackson and Lisa
Jackson had always been an incredibly light sleeper, even before it became a job requirement under certain dangerous conditions. Besides the occasional irritation it had always given him vivid dreams, passing spells of vibrant imagery, impossible to fully grasp even as he opened his eyes. As vivid and vibrant was they were they never felt quite so real, like a warm body next to his, his fingers curling around an arm to his side. It had been a long time.
It only took a moment for his eyes to flutter open, for that skin beneath his fingertips to be too real and for everything in his mind to stop dead. He tried to shift through his memories- nothing, nothing had happened - eyes catching what he could see of the person - woman's- hair.
He jolted up, pulling away and suddenly he felt sick, as though the very action of moving away was a painful, stupid thing. It was rare he allowed himself to show such shock but he couldn't help his eyes widening, staring down at the woman currently beside him and no- what the hell was this?