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Jack had talked to Dream, the Lord Whatever, and as the sun dropped beneath the horizon the potential of dreaming was something he just wanted to avoid. Horrible was what the man had said, and he hadn't been off.

So, under the guise of 'pain relief', Jack had taken a joint and matches out into the grass near the treehouse and laid back to look at the stars. As he inhaled the smoke he wondered which of them he'd been to. Which of them he'd never be close to again.

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For nearly thirty seconds, Gwen doesn't say anything, instead letting her hand fall away to her lap and then watching where it rest there. She'd tell him, maybe, about the dreams -- Nightmares, really -- if he wouldn't feel so guilty over it.

"It can be, yeah," she quietly contributes at length without looking up. "I don't think I want to meet this man."

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"He's easy to spot if you want to avoid him. Taller than me, thinner than the Doctor. Pale, dark hair, dark eyes that look right into your heart," he said, taking one last, long pull and passing the joint again. "Have it, I'm done."

He rolled a bit to see her better, and smiled. "You should have a whole constellation, not just a single star."

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As she accepts the joint, Gwen flushes, but it's faint and difficult to discern in the low light. "Now you're just trying to flatter me," she gently chides him and takes a slow hit, but she smiles as she exhales. After studying the joint a moment, she decides, "I don't think I should have anymore."

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He waved his hand dismissively. "Put it out," he said softly.

He was quiet for a minute, just looking at her. He could tell she was darker, a bit. Recognized that tone in her voice. And that smile...what a smile.

"I like your smile," he continued. "I like you a lot, Gwen. You're...nice. And pretty. And...Gwen. My Gwen."

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Part of Gwen wishes that she could deny that, could say she wasn't his, but it's a very faint sort of protest when compared to the part of her that wants so badly to see the Jack she left behind in the Jack sitting before her. He is fundamentally the same man, and she may say she understands the differences, but it's possible she'll never actually believe them.

"You're high," she observes, and her face is very hot now, and God help her she wants to touch him so badly her fingers are practically itching with need. "But I like you anyway, Jack." A thought occurs to her, and she giggles as she stubs the joint out. "You're pretty, too."

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"Probably a little," he grinned. "But it doesn't change the pretty that you are."

He was absolutely certain that made sense.

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"We can be pretty together!" Gwen declares with a laugh, because for some reason that's highly amusing, and she has absolutely no idea that it could be taken as innuendo. He really is quite silly, Jack, thinking she's even close to being as pretty as he is.

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He laughed along with her, the sound almost contagious. "We are pretty together," he managed, leaning forward and dropping his head into her lap in a fit of giggles.

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"Ohhh, Jack, just look at you," Gwen says, fastidiously petting the hair back from his brow. "You- You! You look just the same." Peering down at him, she smiles contentedly. "Except for being in my lap. Jack never did that back home."

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"I better stop smoking pot then because in the future I'm clearly stupid", he said, giggles fading slowly as he looked up at her. "I like hair petting. It's good."

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"You have good hair for petting," Gwen informs him, her lips pushing out into a contemplative pout as she cards her fingers through said hair. "You never would have let me pet your hair back home. But I don't think it was stupid. I think it was... It was..." Bugger, what was it? Oh, right. "Noble."

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"Noble?" he asked, and then he started to giggle again. "Noble. Oh, God...I kinda am, huh? Will be. Whatever. TIme hurts my head sometimes."

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"You are, you're very noble," Gwen replies with an emphatic nod which slows as her brows draw together. "Except for that whole drugging me bit, that wasn't so noble. But I forgive you!" Grinning again, she gives his head a pat. "Isn't that nice of me?"

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"It really is. That was a real fucker thing to do, wasn't it?"

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"You had to do it," says Gwen with a slight shrug. "Pro-to-col," she adds, emphasizing each syllable. "They keep you in little boxes," she muses, her head falling back so that she can look at the stars. "But how do you put someone in a little box?"

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"...Smushing?" he asked, hoping he'd guessed the right answer.

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"No!" Gwen protests, dropping her head back down to look at Jack again. "You can't smush a person, don't you see? People have to be..." Sucking in a deep breath, she flung her arms towards the cosmos. "Free."

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"I smush people all the time," he grinned. "Just not in little boxes."

His hand crept slowly up her thigh...all on its own. His brain was too busy trying to process that way-too-fast movement.

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For Gwen's part, she scarcely notices, shaking her head instead, wanting to make him understand. "I mean philosophically. You cannot put people into little boxes, you just can't do that!"

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"Philophosphically, I don't know what the hell you're talking about. Labels are so..." he gestured vaguely, "quaint."

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"You don't know because you weren't there," Gwen replies, leaning over him. Her hair swings forward like a curtain, blocking out most of the little light around their faces. "But that's okay. I forgive you."

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"You always forgive me," he drawled, pushing up just enough to kiss her softly. "You're pretty."

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Blinking, Gwen mumbles, "Oh," as if he'd not said that just a few moments earlier, and licks at her lips as if she can't quite believe his mouth was just there. "Am I?"

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"Really pretty," he nodded. "And you taste good, too."

He arched up again, kissing her slower this time, sucking at her lips. His mouth was dry and his lips tingled a little.

"And we're floating, aren't we?"

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Gwen isn't quite fathoming that she's snogging in the middle of the jungle, or in sight of the Treehouse, or that anyone could happen by. What she is fathoming, however, is that she's snogging Jack, again, and that he thinks she tastes good, and that he tastes good, too.

"Yes," she answers on a breath and kisses him back, because she's not sure she knows how to not.