Kissing fic meme: I'd love to see either 13 (stomach kiss) or 17 (goofy kiss) for Jack/Bitty. (or, you know, literally anything else you want to write.) Thanks!
It’s quiet in the Haus now, everyone left or leaving. It isn’t home anymore, not for Jack or Shitty or Lardo or Ransom or Holster, but it’s still one of the most important places Jack’s ever lived. Still one of the most important places he visits.
It’s quiet, but it isn’t silent. There’s the patter of rain outside, the settling of wood, the creak of a mattress. The sigh that shudders out of Bittle as Jack kisses down the column of his neck to trace the wings of his collar bone with his nose. Bittle shivers and shakes and sinks fingers in Jack’s hair, and all Jack can think about are the tears earlier as Bittle said goodbye to their friends, their former teammates, and how close Jack came to missing this.
“Jack,” Bittle breathes as Jack kisses across his chest. “Jack,” he says, his fingers slipping against the round of Jack’s shoulder.
Jack smiles, presses the curve of it to the curve of Bittle’s abs. Breathes in and smells skin and sweat and Bittle. He pulls back for a moment, wants to look, to see Bittle laid out, bare skin glowing in the light filtering through the window. He loves it here. He loves Bitty.
He almost missed this.
“Bits,” he says, voice coming out thick. “I love you.”
Bittle smiles. It’s the most beautiful thing Jack has ever seen. “I love you, too, sweetheart.”
Jack smiles back and feels like the moon, reflecting. He kisses Bittle’s wrist, so near, before bending again to the task at hand. He kisses Bittle’s chest again, then his stomach. Then lower, lower.
The Haus is quiet.