33 Apocalypse to a Mainland Penthouse Suite, Saturday Morning

[bitten_notshy]

Jack's Saturday had begun the same way as all his days did lately: He blearily squinted at his screeching alarm, checked his email, and then went back to whatever legal text he'd dropped by the side of his bed before falling asleep.

It turned out that law school was hard. Which he'd been told, but somehow he'd imagined he'd be immune from everyone

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[icecoldfrost]

"Mmurf?" asked the lump next to him, and it snuggled closer to him, making a happy sound.

...that was a 'Jack?' in pre-coffee Emma-ese. Because really. You can't expect her to be verbal and coherent before she's had her caffiene.

[bitten_notshy]

"Hi," he whispered, and then kissed Emma's hair before going to find the coffeemaker. "You might want to open your eyes."

He wasn't going to make more demands before he handed her coffee. He wasn't stupid.

[icecoldfrost]

He was the cleverest boy to ever clever and not stupid at all, and that was why Emma liked him so very much!

Eventually the concept (and scent) of coffee permeated her brain, and her eyes fluttered open. "Wha?" she managed blearily as she sat up, clearly wearing a shirt stolen from him and little else. "How...?"

[bitten_notshy]

"Magic," Jack said, wiggling the fingers on his non-coffee-holding hand as if to demonstrate. "I said something about how I wanted to be with you and not studying, and here we are now. I'm not going to pretend to understand how it works, but I think we should appreciate it as long as it lasts."