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There is one thing that never fails to quiet the static in Jack's brain.
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05 Jul 2026
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Jack shifts, drawing her focus back, and he's still watching her, now with his arm lifted in invitation. It doesn't matter that they're in a poor excuse for a sauna nor that they cuddle plenty every single day. Anytime that Jack coaxes her in like this, she jumps at the opportunity. She presses against his side, then shivers at the feel of their bare bodies being flush. She went more years than she'd like to admit being totally touch-starved. Sometimes the ripples of relief still surprise her.
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Their air conditioner may have broken down during a heat wave, but Samira and Jack still can't keep their hands off of each other.
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04 Jul 2026
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with ptmc short-staffed, jack has worked himself to the bone. samira tests a theory that she can get jack to take care of himself if the thinks he's taking care of her.
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They eat with the faint murmur of the ED as a soundtrack. She pulls apart small pieces of her egg and cheese english muffin. Abbot wolfs down the burrito and studies the remains of the wrapper, as though his own hunger has surprised him.
Her lips twitch with sympathetic amusement. How oblivious he’s been to his own needs. There’s a strange delight too, in finding Ellis was right. He’ll listen to her. He’ll give in, if it’s her. The thrill down her spine is electric. She wants to know how far she can push this. Exactly how close she can get before he says no or sees through her. How good would he be to himself if she asked it of him? Will he let her love him in this transitive way? Care for yourself because you care about me and I care about you.
Well. Samira Mohan is nothing if not data-driven.
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01 Jul 2026
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“Sometimes the grief-" She motions both hands in a wide cradle at her gut. "Feels like a stomach. And it's not hungry anymore, but it's not empty either. It's just been digesting for decades and nothing is moving, it's just simmering and building and it burns."
It takes a moment, but she steels herself enough to meet his eyes again.
She doesn't think she has any right to ask, but she's already cracked open- more than she's ever been with someone- so she does.
"Do you still feel that way?"
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5 times they connect and 1 time she sabotages it
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01 Jul 2026
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“Jesus Christ, you smell so good,” Abbot inhales loudly, face buried in her hair. Samira bites back a throaty sound, tightens her fingers on his neck. The skin is so hot there, he must be so flushed.
She knows what it must look like. Saw it last month, as she watched red seep through his cheeks and down his chest. She didn’t dare touch his skin back then. She slides a finger below the collar of his shirt now.
“Samira,” he rasps, mouth open against the skin below her ear. She feels a moist drop there, as he lets his tongue out and sucks on her earlobe. As he bites it. “Can I taste you?”
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After a startling call from Robby, Jack Abbot could use a drink. Samira Mohan could use one, too. That leads them tumbling to his couch.
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01 Jul 2026