--Drabble: The Night--
The press of soft thighs against his own. Hands touching, clenching. Soft sounds, sweet sounds, pleased sounds…
Jack rolled over to find his bed empty. The sheets were still warm. He let his hand rest where she had been moments before, wondering if he would ever see her again.
Out beyond his bedroom door, he heard another door open. He heard the toilet running. Then, she was there, moving lightly across the floor, blond hair glinting in the morning light, hockey jersey swaying, before crawling into the bed. She curled up against his side, and he breathed her name reverently into her hair.
"Sam…"