Jack felt a weight settle over him, on top of the sheet he was under. Opening his eyes, he took in the sight before him with a gasp. Hana straddled his waist, a coy smile on her pretty face, dressed to kill in a tiny strapless black bra and panties. The dark fabric nearly making her pale skin shine in the darkness. She leaned over, her hair cascading down around the two of them, seemingly blocking out the rest of the world.
"I can't wait anymore, Jack." She purred into his ear, gently biting the lobe as she pulled back.
His hand instinctively went to her flawless thighs, the shock apparent on his face.
When he didn't keep going, she moaned, throwing her head back, running her hands up her taut stomach to her breasts, pinching and kneading them through the fabric.
He stared at the exquisite picture she painted right now, trying to find some shred of his self control and coming up blank.
"Fuck me." He groaned before grabbing a fist full of the hair at the back of her head and dragging her down for a searing kiss. She moaned into his mouth, grinding her hips over his hardening length.
His tongue danced with hers, tasting the sweetness of the ramune she was so fond of. His other hand slid up from it's place on her thigh, slipping beneath her underwear to caress her ass. Releasing her hair he worked his way down her back to the clasp of her bra, deftly popping open the clasps with a quick flick. He kneaded the muscles on her back before freezing.
This wasn't real.
This was only a dream.
Hana's back was covered in stitches.
The lovely vision before him swam as he came back to consciousness. He looked down at the sheet as he opened his eyes, seeing the tent he'd made before letting his head fall back to the pillow.
He was most definitely going to hell.
Throwing the sheet off, he swung his legs over the side of the bed and headed to the small bathroom in his room. He splashed his face with cold water, hoping to cool the heat in his straining cock.
When that didn't seem to be helping, he padded back and collapsed onto his bed, letting the air rush out of him with the impact.
Wasn't he supposed to have outgrown this shit? He was an old man, not some hormone fueled teenager for Christ sake!
He laid there for who knows how long, willing his erection down. When he had finally calmed himself down, he crawled back under his sheet and checked the time. 1:45 am. He sighed. He should still be able to get a few good hours of sleep in.
He had just closed his eyes when he heard a light knock at his door. His eyes snapped open and he grumbled under his breath as he climbed out of bed again and padded across the cold tile to the door. He pressed his eye to the peep hole and saw a mop of messy brown hair out in the hallway.
He pressed the button to open the door, revealing Hana, head down, looking timid and beaten down.
Feeling a pang in his heart, he reached for the girl, drawing her into his chest before closing the door once more.
Being careful of her stitches, he rubbed gentle circles on her lower back, "What happened, sweetheart?" He asked.
She sniffed into his bare chest, obviously holding back tears.
"Shh, shh. You're alright." He whispered into her hair and he pressed his lips down, smelling the green tea shampoo she used.
"I'm sorry for bothering you." She mumbled, fidgeting with the hem of her baggy t shirt.
"You're not a bother at all." He said, turning to guide her to sit on the edge of the bed.
She slowly sat, wiping the tear away that threatened to fall.
Jack sat down next to her, keeping her close, still trying to sooth away whatever hurt had her this upset.
"Now tell me what happened, Hana. What's got you so out of sorts?"
She sniffed again, "It's embarrassing."
"Please." was all he said.
"I had a bad dream." She mumbled, almost inaudibly.
"Oh baby girl." he said, realizing that she was reliving the trauma, "I'm here for you. You can cry if you need to."
She snuggled closer to him, burying her face in his broad chest with a sob. He felt her hot tears drip onto his bare skin, and his heart broke for her. He remembered when he'd first been plagued with reliving the death of one of his comrades over and over again in his dreams. He's spent many a night desperately trying to stay awake, until his commanding officer had realized what was going on and sent him to the base doctor.
Knowing she needed someone to help her hold the pieces together, he gently gathered her into his arms and leaned back onto the headboard, settling her in his lap. He ran a soothing hand over her dark tresses and whispered nothings in between placing kisses on the top of her head.
Eventually the sobs subsided into hiccups as her overwhelming emotions ebbed. She raised her puffy, tear stained face to his, smiling weakly at him. He offered her a soft smile in return, moving to lift her off his lap. He placed her down on the bed next to him.
"You can stay here for tonight." He said softly, turning to leave the bed.
"Wait!" She panicked, latching herself onto his arm before he could move.
He looked back at her. She let her hands fall from his arm and dropped her gaze to the sheets under her.
"I don't want to be alone."
Turning back he ran his hand down her arm, trying to will away the dejection in her voice, "Don't worry. I'll be right over there in the chair."
Her eyes snapped back up to his, the fear evident, "No!"
Jack looked at the young woman before him, sighing, "Hana, I can't stay here in bed with you. It isn't right."
"I don't want to be alone." She pleaded.
Feeling his already weak resolve crumble, he internally berated himself for being such a pushover with her.
"Alright."
She let out a relieved breath, her body visibly relaxing. She lifted her legs, drawing the sheet up as she settled herself into one of his pillows, breathing in as his scent surrounded her.
He shook his head at what he'd gotten himself into and laid down next to her slight frame. It was going to be a long night.
Desperate for comfort, Hana snaked a hand through the sheets, latching onto his wrist where it lay below his pillow.
Knowing she was still afraid to fall asleep, he scooted closer to her, turning to lay on his back, pulling her arm across his chest and wrapping his other arm around her shoulder and down her side. She wiggled closer still, laying her head on his shoulder, listening to the calming beat of his heart.
Sighing contentedly, she began running her fingers over the many scars that marred his otherwise perfect form.
Finding the large, jagged scar below his sternum, she whispered, "Where'd you get this one?"
Smiling softly, he replied, " I was on a mission back when Overwatch was still officially together. I was with Gabriel and Ana. We were infiltrating an omnic held building in King's Row. Supposed to be a sneak in, steal some info, and sneak out mission, when we were spotted. The OR14 smashed me across the stomach and out the window. I landed on a fire hydrant and the bolt ripped me up pretty good. Reyes escaped, just, with a bullet in his shoulder. I probably would have died then if it wasn't for that old woman's skill with those healing bullets of hers. Kept me alive long enough for Angela to get her hands on me." He chuckled.
Hana smiled into his skin, thoroughly enjoying the rumble of his voice through his chest. She hummed contentedly, continuing to trace the ragged edges of his scar as she fell deeper and deeper into unconsciousness.
Feeling her body relax as she drifted off, he thought about everything that had happened, both past and present, looking down at the beautiful woman draped across his chest.
She was a strong one. He knew that. She would move on faster than most. These dreams wouldn't bother her for long. She had a fire in her that drove her to be the best at whatever she set her mind to. She was tenacious in the pursuit of her goal, and he was afraid that he might be her goal at the moment.
He knew he was still attractive, yes, but she was still just a girl.
'She's a legal adult' his mind supplied.
Scowling, he pushed that thought away, thinking himself foolish. There was no way a pretty young thing like her was interested in an old man like him. She was just looking for comfort and he was the closest thing she had.
'But that doesn't explain her little tease in her room earlier.'
He growled at the unwanted thoughts crossing his mind, causing Hana to stir slightly against him. Looking down to make sure he hadn't woken her, he calmed himself, not wanting to disturb her now that she was finally asleep.
He started to drift off, half thoughts floating through his mind, lulling him to sleep. He placed one last kiss on the top of her head, knowing this may be the only time he could hold her like this.
