Jack Vincent (
rockabillyboy) wrote2017-04-15 06:36 pm
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AU - Val
He's honestly not sure if this is supposed to be a date or not. They've sort of edged around the idea, and he's got permission to stay out as late as he needs to, so he supposes he'll see how things go. He's waiting for her on a corner downtown, loosely knotted tie and a vest, his shirt-sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Idly, he plays on his phone, killing him time.
He's nervous, a little. He supposes that it's more anticipation than anything.
He's nervous, a little. He supposes that it's more anticipation than anything.
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He waits until Val settles herself and then he sprawls next to her, pillowing his head on her lap. He lifts one of the bottles, offering it to her, lifting his head enough so he can sip from his own.
"I'll make my peace with coming in second place," he says.
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"Wait, who said anything about second place? This just means you have to give things a bit of extra flair for me. You and the skeleton are way different sets of my life."
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Jack's eyes drift close, the double line of his eyelashes a smudge against his skin in the dark.
"I'm starting to think I'd give you anything you want, Val," he says, his voice barely louder than murmur in his chest.
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She can feel her body slowly relaxing, the tenseness in her muscles washing away and ebbing more with every breath, every rise and fall of her chest with the weight of his head resting against it.
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Jack's fingers stroke idly against Val's leg, tracing the shape of her knee cap. He opens his eyes and looks up at her.
"What're you thinking about?"
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"Nothing. For the first time in a hell of a long time - nothing at all. And you know what?" she asks, not even as a proper question, but more as a statement. "It sure as hell's nice."
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Jack grins, broad and bright, an utterly genuine smile.
"Good," he says. "I'm glad. I'm glad I could be a part of that."
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"I don't know how flattering that is," he says, grinning. "Sort of like calling a person nice. It's sort of damning with faint praise, isn't it? Hey, Jack, you make me feel like tea does. Don't get me wrong, I really love tea, but..."
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