More Than We Are: Part II - Gravity Catches
By Jennghis Kahn
Disclaimer- Don’t own nor profit from Stargate SG-1.
Rated- R for language and adult behavior. This chapter has some sexual situations.
Spoilers- Moebius
Warnings- This series will eventually contain the following: graphic sex, adult language, sexual situations, het, slash and mfm threesomes.
Pairing- Jack/Sam/Daniel
Summary- It’s like gravity pulls him to them. He doesn’t believe in fate.
In any case, you can read the first part
here. A/N - Thanks to Courser/
shutthef_up and
havocthecat for beta duties. (And to Amy, even though she didn’t have time.) Tina, I really appreciated the grammar lesson too. Let me know if I messed it up in the revision. ;)
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“I’m going to teach you to do shots of tequila,” Jack announced as he set the small tray down on the table.
Sam and Daniel both stared at him. Daniel’s eyes narrowed and his mouth opened.
“Daniel, this is non-negotiable,” Jack stated before he could speak. “You agreed to do things my way.”
“And this would relate to the stargate mission… how?” Daniel eyed him suspiciously.
“It’s… technical,” Jack muttered. Sam raised one brow at him. He shrugged with a wince. “Okay, I don’t trust anyone at my back who can’t handle a shot of tequila.”
“It would seem to me that you’d want the person guarding your back with a gun to maybe have less alcohol and more sobriety.”
“Daniel…” Jack set a shot glass of clear liquid in front of him, then one for Sam and one for himself. He set a saltshaker and a plate of limes in the middle.
“What?” Daniel did the blinking thing.
“You couldn’t be more of a geek if you tried.”
Daniel looked at Sam, who grinned at him. “I likegeeks!” She proclaimed.
“You are a geek,” Jack said, tossing her a sardonic glance. The smile dropped from her face, and Daniel grinned at her.
Jack made a loose fist. “Okay, first thing you do is lick the back of your hand, right here.”
“Why?” Daniel stared at him.
“So the salt sticks.”
“So the salt sticks?”
“You lick the salt and then drink the tequila. It… improves the taste or something.”
“Can’t I just put the salt in the tequila?”
“Daniel.” Jack sighed. “Just lick your damn hand.”
“If it tastes that bad, then why… “ Daniel trailed away as he followed Jack’s gaze to Sam, who had suddenly dragged her tongue over the back of her own hand.
They watched as she carefully sprinkled salt over the place she’d just licked. She didn’t even glance at them as she slowly licked the salt away from her skin and then threw the shot down in one gulp, grabbing up a wedge of lime and slipping it between wet lips, sucking on it with a small sigh.
Jack and Daniel stared at her silently.
She pulled the rind from her mouth and set it in the empty shot glass, licking the leftover drops of lime juice from her lips. When she looked up, she was met with two piercing gazes.
Her eyes widened. “What?”
“Sam…” Daniel’s eyebrows shot upwards, lips parted.
“What? I went to college,” she protested a bit sullenly.
“Carter, I think that turned me on a little bit.” Jack watched her lick more of the salt and lime from her lips. Or a lot. Jesus.
She glanced at him with a faint smile, gaze dropping down to his lap. Jack shifted in his chair, acutely aware of the little jump his cock had just given in his jeans. When he turned his head, he found Daniel studying him. Their eyes met, and Jack had the distinct feeling that Daniel was looking straight into him, past the sarcasm and the wall of distance, and right to the thoughts of licking salt and lime from Sam’s skin. He ran lean fingers over his own lips and looked away, admitting guilt but protecting those other thoughts that swam deep inside him as well. He didn’t think Daniel was seeing the Tequila running down his own chest.
“Okay, Einstein. You’re next.” Jack tightened his jaw and motioned at the shot glass in front of Daniel.
Daniel hesitated and glanced at Sam. She gave him a quick shrug and nodded with a grin. Obviously, she was enjoying herself. He sighed again.
Jack grinned and wrenched his chair around a bit so he and Daniel were facing each other over one corner of the table. “C’mon, I’ll do it with you. We need to catch up to Carter.”
“I didn’t realize we were racing,” Daniel said dryly.
Jack ignored him and gave a short lick to the back of his hand. He tipped the saltshaker over the wet patch and watched the granules fall into place, then he placed the shaker in front of Daniel. Daniel swallowed and his blue eyes looked into Jack’s. Jack inclined his head just slightly in encouragement. He could see and feel the still figure of Sam across from them as she leaned forward over the table, watching expectantly.
Daniel brought his hand up, lowered his mouth, and licked a wet patch against the space between finger and thumb. He picked up the saltshaker and tapped it. Jack watched the fine, white granules settle on slightly tanned skin and gleam in the dim light of the bar. His mind shifted suddenly, and he could almost feel those hard granules scratch against his tongue, taste the light brine strong in his mouth. He wondered if the skin below would taste as salty. He realized the alcohol he’d already had was making him comfortable in a way he hadn’t been in a while. He met Daniel’s eyes as they both raised their hands.
They licked together, tongue tips running along the curve of their hands, eyes locked. Jack drew his tongue back and the salt flooded his mouth. He picked up the shot glass, mouth watering, eyes fighting to stay on Daniel who’d taken a second, quick lick at his hand. Jack waited, and they drank together. Jack throwing the shot back and swallowing fast. Daniel held the liquor too long in his mouth, and his eyes got damp. He dragged his gaze from Jack’s as he swallowed with difficulty. Jack slid a lime slice in his mouth and held one under Daniel’s wet gaze as he struggled to contain a cough.
“Daniel.” Jack used the name as a command. Daniel took the lime, coughed and slid it between his lips. Jack watched him suck on the rind, fingers holding it for his tongue.
Jack’s dick didn’t just twitch; it practically did the Macarena.
“Fuck!” Daniel dropped the lime and started coughing, voice rough.
Jack felt the hot burn of the alcohol in his mind, and he smiled as Sam laughed and slid closer to Daniel, her hand rubbing between his shoulder blades and then disappearing beneath the fringe of hair at his collar. He watched her thumb lightly massaging Daniel’s nape just below his skull.
Daniel took his glasses off and wiped at his eyes with a sleeve. “Smooth.” He muttered sarcastically.
Jack grinned. “Did you spend any time outside of the library in college?”
“Of course,” Daniel insisted. “We went for a beer after every exam.”
Jack raised his brows. “You were a real party animal, huh, Jackson?”
Daniel slid his glasses back on and aimed a glare in Jack’s direction. He looked about to reply, but Sam headed him off with a kiss to his cheek. “I’m going to get another drink,” she announced.
“You have to work tomorrow,” Daniel said softly, concern in his voice.
“I’m not the lightweight,” She replied, eyes teasing. She looked at Jack. “Um… want anything?”
Jack had a vivid thought of pale, naked skin slick with sweat, her lips parted, head arched as he rocked above her. He cleared his throat awkwardly.
“Beer.” He answered, trusting her to get the brand right.
She walked toward the bar, and Jack watched her buy the drinks.
If they were living in a cheesy action movie, he thought, it’d go something like this: Sam would go to the bar to buy a drink and be hit on by some big, burly guy with a beer gut and a bad comb-over. She’d tell him to buzz off, but he’d persist because that’s what big, bad, burly guys do. So then Daniel… Jack glanced toward Daniel and sized him up. Yeah, his balls were bigger than his common sense so he’d definitely try for the rescue. So then Daniel would try to interject politely on Sam’s behalf and rescue her from The Behemoth who can’t take no for an answer. The Behemoth would then punch Daniel, sending him flying over tables and spilling beer everywhere. Then Jack would have to ride forward on his white horse and be all badass with The Behemoth. He’d use some tricks he learned in Black Ops and there’d be pureed Behemoth everywhere, and Sam would kiss him and maybe even sleep with him to prove her heartfelt thanks. And maybe Daniel would too even though he’d have a sore eye and Sam was actually his girlfriend.
Jack smiled into his drink.
“What’s so funny?” Daniel blinked at him in confusion. He actually did that a lot, Jack had noticed. Blinked in confusion. It seemed to be one of his 5 main facial expressions. Jack had found it irritating at first, but now he sometimes said things just to pull that particular expression out of the scientist.
“Cheese.” Jack answered.
“Ohhh… kay.” The blinking got more severe, and Daniel’s lips pursed. Jack kind of liked that look too. He stared at Daniel’s bottom lip for a moment and then looked up as Sam walked back to their table.
Sadly, all the Behemoths in the bar were busy either drinking or already had happy, drunk Behemoth women attached to them at the hip. No one bothered Sam at all.
It could have been the dorky glasses, which Jack was beginning to suspect she didn’t really need and only wore to hide behind; or the shapeless, puritan clothes, which Jack knew hid a rather hot body. Anyone could tell she was trim and fit, but he’d been at the prop shop last week on that one hot early summer afternoon, when she’d wiped at the sweat on her forehead with her sleeve and then unzipped those green coveralls, wriggling her torso out of them, leaving the top half with the sleeves hanging down from her waist as she’d walked out to sit in the breeze with he and Daniel during lunch.
Jack’s mouth had run dry as he’d tried not to stare at the white tank top and the round swell of breast beneath the cotton. Her blond hair had curled against the delicate column of her neck, and her shoulders curved gently into long, slim arms with a hint of lean muscle. His eyes had caught on the hollow of her throat and the level ridges of her collarbones.
She’d glanced at him as she sat down, holding his gaze for long seconds. Jack had looked to see if Daniel had noticed, but he’d been busy pulling the sandwiches from the paper bag. Daniel had been the one to get the casual kiss from Sam though, and Jack had looked away, feeling oddly voyeuristic and confused. It was starting to get to him.
But then Daniel had started in on the stargate, which seemed to take up the majority of his interest, and things seemed normal again. At least as normal as they could be when you were in league with two geeks who were oddly attractive and talked about alternate realities and aliens and space ships.
His gaze kept flickering down to where the zipper on Carter’s coveralls had rested, dividing the piece of clothing into Open and Closed. It was low on her belly and the tank top rode up a bit, offering the occasional glimpse of smooth, pale skin, and making Jack wonder if she wore anything else beneath them.
And when Daniel had finally caught him and given him a long, speculative gaze, Jack had simply shrugged and taken another bite of his sandwich. He wasn’t going to apologize for finding a woman attractive. Daniel had said nothing, but his ceaseless prattling had… ceased, and he’d eaten his lunch quietly, glancing carefully at both Sam and Jack from time to time. Sam had taken up the slack for a while. She couldn’t bare long silences, while Jack and Daniel had learned almost immediately that they were both comfortable sitting together and not talking at all.
It had been awkward and yet… not.
As Sam lowered herself back into her chair at their table, Jack found his eyes dropping to her waist again with the memory. She wore a simple skirt and sweater this time though. Denied.
He took a long pull off his bottle of beer, eyeing the bottle she set in front of him. He was oddly pleased that she had gotten the brand correct.
“Do you two even talk when I’m gone?” Sam wiped at the moisture on her glass.
Jack glanced at Daniel, who looked up in surprise.
“About what?” Daniel asked seriously.
“I don’t know.” Sam chewed her lip thoughtfully. “Guy things?”
Jack rolled his eyes. “Carter, if we talk about guy things, we’d be talking about you.”
Her eyes widened a bit, but she gave a faint smile. “It wouldn’t kill you to get to know us, Jack.”
“It might.” Jack was belligerent, but mildly so. It’d been a month since he’d agreed to help them find the stargate and fix the timeline. His contact with them had greatly increased, but he was still a loner at heart and found himself pulling away once in a while after a few days of overloading on the geek talk.
He’d asked for a copy of the SGC tape, and Daniel had made him one. On some of his ‘alone’ days, he’d watched that tape again and again, looking for any little details he might have missed. Not about the stargate or Daniel’s droning instructions, but about them. All of them.
He knew himself pretty well. He could see the trust in himself for the other members of that team. He could see the ease with which he stood beside them. He knew instantly that he’d been through combat with all of them and come out whole again on the other side. He’d seen the brief flashes of unguarded feeling in his own eyes. And in the others as well. He’d had something with these people that he hadn’t had in a very, very long time.
Not since Kowalski. Or Sarah. Or… Charlie.
His world here wasn’t so different. He had still joined the Air Force, still had bitter, black things upon his soul mixed with the moments of pride and laughter. Charlie was still dead and Sarah had still left him. Should it comfort him that these things all happened in another reality, despite the differences? As if some things were meant to be and couldn’t be changed?
He’d always had trouble buying that Master Plan of the Universe theory.
Sam and Daniel on the other hand, their lives couldn’t be more different from that tape. Daniel seemed the least different. He was still an outcast from the archeological community, still not a soldier. But he seemed… lost somehow. Without the team on the tape or the wife he’d never known, he seemed aimless.
Sam was still brilliant, still had an undercurrent of that same self-possession that the Lieutenant Colonel Sam had on the tape. But she didn’t have the confidence to make it work.
And Teal’c. Teal’c they didn’t know at all. Apparently still a soldier with the aliens.
“What do you think Teal’c is like?” He asked suddenly. The other two looked up at him with pained expressions on their faces. It was a very strange sensation to miss someone you’d never met.
“I’ll bet he’s a laugh a minute,” Daniel answered with a smile. Sam snorted and bit her lip.
Jack remembered the stoic, stern countenance of the Jaffa on the tape, and he laughed.
**
Jack didn’t realize how much he’d actually drunk until they were leaving. He knew he’d had a few more than usual, but he hadn’t been keeping count. They were nearly to the door when his mind swam with that thick, euphoric haze and he staggered a bit, his legs trying to find the balance he’d lost. His shoulder hit the wall, and he stayed there, letting his vision clear. An arm went around his back, a hand gripped his shoulder, and Daniel’s voice was quiet in his ear.
“Come on, Jack.”
His mind was too heavy and thick to resist, and his legs felt numb. He kept his balance though with Daniel’s help, and his head stopped swimming. Just outside the door, Daniel drew up short, pulling Jack to the side. Jack went gracelessly, hand going to grip Daniel’s shoulder, feeling Daniel’s hand steady at his back.
“Why we stopping?” Jack glanced warily at the stairs in front of them.
“Waiting for Sam. She ran to the bathroom.”
Jack grunted and leaned carefully against the wall next to Daniel, started to stagger backwards and grabbed Daniel again for support. He thought he caught a flash of amused smile on Daniel’s face as he got a handful of Jack’s shirt and pulled him back. Jack thought about saying something clever and sarcastic, but the words didn’t want to form a neat line in his mind. And then he was crashing against Daniel harder than he’d intended, and Daniel’s arms were around him, trying to hold him up, hands warm and strong on his waist and his chest. Jack had an arm around the back of Daniel’s shoulders and his head next to Daniel’s ear and all he could smell was smoke from the bar and Sam’s shampoo and Daniel, deep and distinct.
He dropped his head without thought, his forehead dragging down Daniel’s temple until his lips were nearly under the collar of Daniel’s shirt and that deep, distinctive scent was the only thing in his sinuses. His mind swam again.
“Jack…?” Daniel’s voice was a rough edge.
“What the fuck are you two doing to me?” Jack muttered drunkenly against the corded muscle of Daniel’s neck. He realized his hand was firm on Daniel’s nape, fingers sliding back and forth through the shorter, fine hairs there, slightly damp from sweat.
“Taking you home so you don't fall off the pier and drown,” Daniel retorted, not quite understanding what Jack had been asking.
“No.” Jack hissed, slouching a bit against the other man. “What the hell are you doing to me? I was fine before you two came along.”
He felt Daniel’s arms heft him upright again and hold him steady while his lips moved down to Jack’s ear. “We aren’t doing anything, Jack… except trying to figure out which one of us it is that you actually want to fuck.”
Jack pulled his head back and met Daniel’s eyes. His own felt only half open. He tried to read Daniel’s gaze but couldn’t. He saw wariness there and something else. Something harder and more desperate that made him want to lean down and press an open mouth to Daniel’s and just forget everything but the taste of him. They just stared at each other.
“You two okay?”
They both glanced back at Sam as she came through the door.
“Yeah. Jack’s having a little problem walking.”
“I am not.” Jack said, trying to pronounce his words distinctly but hearing them slur anyway. He struggled out of Daniel’s grip and took a careful step down the 3 small stairs to the street. “I can walk f-fine. It’s just my navigation…” As if to illustrate, he started sideways again. Sam and Daniel moved fast and soon they were making their way slowly down the street, Jack between them.
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Jack struggled up to wakefulness slowly. For a few long minutes, he didn't want to move. His neck was bent awkwardly and his left arm was all pins and needles, but his body felt thick and his mind heavy. He wanted to go back to sleep. He gradually became aware of his surroundings and opened eyes that felt full of sand. He could hear the distant rustle of wind through the leaves on a tree and the occasional low roll of tires on the street. The air was clean and cleared his sinuses of the memory of smoke from the bar. He finally moved, easing his neck and his arm, and he swallowed thickly, his mouth feeling dry and full of syrup.
He sat up in the darkness, groaning faintly. He knew he was in Sam and Daniel's small apartment in one of the old brick buildings on Main Street. They lived above a small antiques store, a couple of blocks from the bar they’d been to earlier. He'd been here once before when they'd coaxed him over to see the various materials on the stargate project that they'd acquired. They'd tried to tell him how and he'd nixed that immediately. Better if he didn't know, especially if they'd snatched them from the SGC somehow. So they'd speculated on what their lives were like in that 'other' world, and he'd watched them trying to make dinner together. Daniel had cut himself trying to slice vegetables, and Sam had burned the rice. And somehow, even though he was invited, he'd felt like an intruder as they'd traded grins and affectionate touches and moved around each other in the small kitchen with an ease that made him smile a bit through his irritation.
He thought it might be around 3 a.m. now. There was a window open to his right, a cool mid-summer's breeze coming through and feeling good in his hair and over the back of his neck. He was on the old sofa in their living room, and he glanced around tiredly. The lights from the street shone in the windows and gave him a dim nightlight. He was in T-shirt and jeans, his boots placed carefully on the floor next to the sofa. He’d been covered by a new looking blue blanket with stars and planets woven into the fabric. He wanted to smile at that, but his head ached. He saw an unopened bottle of water sitting on the coffee table in front of him. He picked it up, twisted the cap off and drained half the bottle. He sat quietly for a moment, letting the water seep into his system. Jesus, he’d really let the night get away from him this time.
His mind was clearer but still spun with the last of his drunkenness. He remembered most of the night, but there were glimpses of feelings and images that faded in and out. He remembered holding Sam briefly; he thought she had come around a corner and run into him. He remembered her hair against his lips, his hands finding a lean, flat waist that was more solid than he’d imagined. She wasn’t all skin and bones. He saw a flash of blue eyes and white grin. Then saw it in double vision, Daniel’s hair in his eyes again or hung up on his glasses. He remembered smelling Daniel’s skin, his mouth brushing the man’s neck. Daniel had held him up, walked him out of the bar. He and Sam had both walked him back here.
Jack fell back against the sofa and scrubbed at his gritty eyes. Shit. What the fuck was he doing? He was letting all their talk about teams and bonds and fateful meetings get to him. He always did have a soft spot for hot geeks.
He drank the rest of the water and felt better. He pushed himself to his feet and hesitated as the world tilted slightly. The sleep and water had cleared his mind, but he was still not really sober. The room righted itself.
He heard a soft noise and stood still, listening. It wasn’t the wind or the brush of leaves outside. It was human. When it came again, he felt a sharp jab way down low in his gut. He knew that sound and knew exactly where it must be coming from. It was quiet and impatient and deep and very male. His gaze struggled through the darkness to the bedroom door across the room from him. A sliver of blackness showed the door, slightly ajar.
Jack stared at that door, listening intently. He struggled to keep his feet planted firmly where he was, his disbelief at what he was hearing mixing with his abject desire to go and watch. He’d be truly over the edge then. Wouldn’t he? He’d been already bordering on the very tip of voyeurism with them.
His feet were moving. Fuck it. He was moving quietly to the door, fingers touching the wood so softly. He could immediately see the latch was broken. It was probably the wind that had forced it open that sliver. He heard Daniel groan again. Low, desperate and drawn-out and ending with a exhalation of breath that made Jack’s mouth run dry. The answering moan, breathy, pleased and utterly feminine, tightened his jaw and hardened his dick even through an alcohol-soaked nervous system.
He pushed the door, forcing it open a little wider.
He saw Carter’s pale, narrow back at first, moving languidly, the dark shadow of her spine catching his eyes. He followed it down to her waist, found Daniel’s hands holding her hips tightly, forearms flexing as he urged her to a different pace. His legs moved restlessly beneath her, heels digging into the mattress as he pushed his hips upwards and into her. His head alternately arched back into the pillow and then forward to look at her as she rode him slowly. His chest heaved beneath her palms. Sam’s head fell back, and Jack caught a glimpse of bitten lip and closed eyes through the short, soft strands of yellow.
He was so hard it hurt.
“Jack…”
His breath stopped in his lungs. He found Daniel’s head turned toward him, voice still full of sex and something like caution. Or maybe it was warning. There was a difference, but Jack didn’t dwell on it. He watched Sam turn slightly on top of Daniel, revealing a soft slope of breast before her wide eyes found his.
He backed out of the doorway and pulled it shut again. They didn’t follow.
He stumbled slightly in the kitchen, hands finding the hard countertop and hanging on. He closed his eyes and fought to breathe slowly. It sounded loud inside his head. Gradually, his body relaxed. His balance returned. He found another bottle of water in the refrigerator and opened it, leaning back against the counter to sip it greedily. He wondered if they were finishing, and his ears strained to hear over the running of the refrigerator and the wind and the ringing in his head. He didn’t hear anything else.
He was convincing himself to try the stairs outside and get the hell out of there when he heard the bedroom door open.
He looked up to find Sam padding barefoot across the floor toward him in baggy cotton pants and a thin T-shirt. Her hair was finger-combed, and he could practically see the sex on her skin. In her eyes. Fuck.
"Hey," she said softly. "How're you feelin'?"
He looked past her to the darkened hallway. She smiled faintly before guessing his question. "He's asleep already."
"Ahh." Jack lifted his head and nodded. His head swam. "I'm okay. And I'm sorry about..." He motioned toward the bedroom and wanted to explain further, but no plausible explanations would come. He shrugged and glanced down at the bottle in his hands.
She might have reddened a little bit, but he couldn’t tell in the darkness. She nodded and studied him for a moment before taking a few steps closer. "You feel it too, don't you?"
Jack jerked his head up and eyed her. "Feel what?" He ran his gaze down the length of her.
"The... thing that's between all of us." For once she looked at a loss and searched for the right word helplessly. "Like we already know each other."
"I don't believe in fate, Carter." His own voice sounded rough to him.
"No. Me either," she insisted. Her blue eyes focused on him. "I'm a scientist, Jack. I study the possibilities and come up with theories, then I search for evidence to back them up." She moved into the kitchen and leaned on the counter next to him. He found himself breathing in deeply, trying to smell Daniel on her. Or sex. He smelled both and wasn't sure if it was real or just his mind playing tricks.
"When I met Daniel... " Sam continued quietly, and Jack looked at her. "It was so surreal. I knew right away that he and I were going to know each other."
Jack raised a brow.
"Not like that." She smiled, embarrassed. "Not that I didn't find him attractive right away, but it was something different. We just saw something... similar in each other's eyes I think. He felt familiar to me. Just like you did the first time we met you on your boat."
Jack took a sip from his bottle. He didn't like the prickling of nerves along his spine at her words. "You did watch the tape first, Carter. You did actually see me before meeting me."
"I know, I know. But... I just can't explain it. It's different than that, and you feel it too, don't you?"
Jack picked at the water bottle's label and said nothing. Sam nodded silently. His silence was answer enough perhaps. He wasn't denying it.
It was quiet in the small kitchen for a while. The blind on the open window tapped softly on the frame with the breeze.
Jack looked up at Sam and met her eyes. "I really want to fu-,” he cut himself off and licked his lips. “- sleep with you," he said suddenly.
She seemed to grow very still and hold her breath as her eyes held his. He didn't look away.
"I know," she said, her voice nearly a whisper. She was looking into his eyes, and he felt something tearing at him, bone deep and raw. She motioned back toward the bedroom. “It’s just… “
“Yeah,” Jack muttered.
“And I really, really just feel so… with him and… well, I mean, not that I don’t feel that for you, I do, but… Daniel and I are so… and I couldn’t ever… or would even want to… well, I want to, but I don’t, and… and he and you… “ She stammered to a halt at his blank gaze and looked helplessly at him. “I’m sorry. I’m really not very good at this kind of thing.”
“No, you’re not.” He agreed. He softened a bit at her frustrated expression. “But… I understand what you’re saying.” He and I… what? Jack felt his gut twist painfully.
She let out a relieved breath and ran a hand through her hair. Jack watched the motion. They stared at each other.
“Go back to sleep, Jack,” she finally said softly. “You look like you’re still three sheets to the wind.”
He watched her walk back toward the bedroom. He swallowed the rest of the water and took an unsteady piss in their tiny bathroom before falling back onto the sofa. He stared at the shadows on the ceiling for a long time and wondered just what he’d gotten himself into.
**
TBC…