Mush's POV

It had been a few hours, and I stirred gently within Jack's strong, comforting arms. I loved him; there was no doubt about that…

What I did doubt, was that Jack would keep his word… or that I would keep mine.

I was unsure of our relationship, and how stable it was.

As I lay, curled in his loving embrace, bitter thoughts took hold of my mind. I tried to push them from my brain, and in my struggle, I woke up Jack.

He smiled at me, "Well…hello." He winked, and I grinned… my grin was half-hearted, though.

I suppose what really irked me, was the fact that I was a virgin…and Jack wasn't.

All the lies that he'd been keeping from me… How could I really trust in him after that? To me, it was honestly an unrealistic fantasy.

We both giggled, and pressed our foreheads together.

Following, and pressing out lips together, Jack's tongue snaked out of his mouth, evading my teeth and dancing across my own tongue. I pressed his back with mine, rolling it against the inside of his cheek and across his palate.

My doubt had temporarily vanished, and Jack had my undivided attention.

"Mmm…Mush…I got it!" He sat up suddenly, and I laughed at him.

"Oh, yeah? As good as your strike idea?" I winked at him, and he blushed.

"Nah…better! We're gonna move far, far away… and we'll get married!"

I burst out laughing. A suggestion like that was utterly ridiculous, and obviously unheard of.

He elbowed me. "I'm serious." I smiled at him. "Yeah…Mush, you can be my beautiful blush-"

I snorted. "Yes, I would love to be your beautiful, blushing virgin bride in a frilly white dress and corset."

He laughed. "Well…I wouldn't go that far." I kissed his nose.

"Aww… too bad." We both giggled, and he poked my stomach.

"With a belly like that, you won't need a corset."

I began to blush, and he grinned.

I slugged him playfully, and chuckled. "I hope you saved that scab-suit…it's the best thing you own."

He growled playfully, and pounced at me, pinning me on my back on the cobblestone.

"Woof!" I shouted, and he buried his head in my neck, sucking at my pulse point.

"I will suck your blood." He muttered gruffly, and I began to flail my arms, pretending that he had me trapped.

"Please! Don't hurt me!" He winked at me and kissed my forehead, ruffling my hair.

"I wouldn't dream of it."

He rested his head on my chest, and I stroked his hair.

Soon, his breathing slowed to a stead, even cadence and his eyes drooped shut.

Not long after, I myself fell into a silent slumber.

A while later, when I woke up, he was gone…and I was alone with my doubt…

Not a good combination.

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AN - I am so sorry that this has taken me so long, and that it's so short. The next chapter will be MUCH longer, and I just have to type it up… *grin* Yes… You'll all hate me for spoiling their fun… but it gives me something to write, no? hehe