About a Girl
There was definitely something, Jack mused with a smile, about having a gorgeous girl walking round his apartment in nothing but one of his red shirts. On the rare, extremely rare, occasions when neither of them had anything to do, no job calling them insistently and demanding their full attention, Syd usually spent her mornings, and sometimes most of the day, at his apartment and they simply chilled out - Jack not at all averse to having Syd strolling round his apartment in nothing but a shirt, especially with her blonde curls falling down her back in an unruly mess and her face free of make up. As far as he was concerned, she looked better without the make up anyway, just glowing with a purely natural beauty.
As she headed towards the beaten up sofa currently gracing his apartment he grinned and, before she could react further than suddenly looking wary, he lunged forward and yanked her down. Syd yelped as she landed awkwardly on his lap, sprawling across him in an attempt to get some balance and Jack took full advantage, smirking inwardly as she relaxed into the kiss. The internal smirk was only slightly dimmed when she swatted his arm a moment later and pulled away to level him with a mock-stern glare.
"What?" he asked innocently and she sighed.
"You're impossible."