--Drabble: Last/First Day--
She was there when he arrived home, sitting on his front step, arms wrapped around her knees. It was the first time he'd seen her all day, and the sight of her wide, blue eyes looking up at him made his bad mood dissipate instantly. (Of course, it was because he hadn't seen her that he'd been in a bad mood.)
It was his last day after all.
So. She was there, waiting for him.
He honestly had no idea why. He let her in and asked if she wanted a beer. She said yes. He went to the kitchen, and, when he returned, he found himself flat on his back, Carter straddling him, her hands buried in his hair, and her tongue in his mouth.
Oh, yeah.
In the morning, Jack found the beer bottle on the floor, half empty, and a dark stain on the carpet.
She was there when he arrived home, sitting on his front step, arms wrapped around her knees. It was the first time he'd seen her all day, and the sight of her wide, blue eyes looking up at him made his bad mood dissipate instantly. (Of course, it was because he hadn't seen her that he'd been in a bad mood.)
It was his last day after all.
So. She was there, waiting for him.
He honestly had no idea why. He let her in and asked if she wanted a beer. She said yes. He went to the kitchen, and, when he returned, he found himself flat on his back, Carter straddling him, her hands buried in his hair, and her tongue in his mouth.
Oh, yeah.
In the morning, Jack found the beer bottle on the floor, half empty, and a dark stain on the carpet.