Too Little Time
"Oh my God, I'm going to be late!" Syd shrieked as she dashed into the bathroom. "Sky's going to kill me if I'm late again."
Jack grinned from the relative safety of the couch, waiting for Hurricane Syd to get everything done before he even tried doing anything himself. "Tell Sky to shove it," he suggested just before the sound of the shower reached him.
"Yeah, like that'll work," Syd yelled back. "You know what he's like."
Jack nodded in agreement, even though she couldn't see him. "True."
Five minutes later Syd was barrelling out the bathroom, towel barely wrapped round her, and grabbing her uniform. "Z's going to give me that look again," she muttered. "I hate it when she does that."
"What look?" he asked curiously and Syd scowled.
"The 'I know where you were last night' look. The 'You were screwing Jack last night' look." Syd yanked her jacket on roughly and pulled her hair out from under it, never once stopping in the middle of her tirade. "It's all smug and knowing and I wish she'd find someone else's love life to smirk over instead of mine."
"Can't help you there," Jack said in amusement. "She wouldn't listen to me."
"Well of course she wouldn't," Syd snapped. "She gets far too much entertainment out of this to just stop. Anyway," she finished, running a brush through her hair until she was satisfied. "I should go. I'll see you later."
That said, she leant over the couch and gave him a quick kiss that nonetheless set his toes curling and just about managed not to run out the door. Jack grinned as she left. Just your average morning.