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As he crawled into bed with me, I felt the warmth of his half naked body against mine and even though I really was looking for the basic comfort of his body, my nipples strained against my t-shirt.
This did not go unnoticed, but Jack being Jack, he didn't mention it. He knows when to speak and when not to and this was definitely not the time.
Instead he sidled up next to me and I again put my head on his chest, laying in the crook of his arm.
He again stroked my hair and whispered against me.
It's the whispering. That damned whispering gets me every time.
I began to cry again. Silent tears, all but unnoticed until they of course rolled down the side of my cheek and onto his bare chest.
Wordlessly he reached out and wiped them away with his thumb before rolling over onto his side, facing me.
"You have to stop being so comforting" I said with a half smile. He smiled back, understanding... It was, after all, precisely why I was there.
"Yes, damn me for being a pillar of strength" he laughed, and got out of bed, padding to the kitchen. He came back a few minutes later with some aspirin and a glass of icy water.
I shook my head as he stood there waiting for me to take them from him.
"Are you trying to be my daddy?" I asked, half-flirting.
"Do you want me to be?" he whispered as I took the glass in my shaking hand.
"Yes" I whispered back as he bent forward and kissed me.
Oh YES.
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