more_flexible | [ace, doctor, cuddy]

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[ace, doctor, cuddy]

He'd talked to House. That was...what was today? He'd talked to House on Monday. That had to be days ago.

Jack was in his hut. He'd been there...days, maybe. He had some water, and he'd eaten something. Maybe a while ago, he couldn't remember.

Is this what it was to have a broken heart? Had he done this to people? Had he done this to people all over time and space?

Had he done this to people here?

Fuck it. Jack rolled over and pulled the sheet up over his face. If anyone needed him, they'd know where to find him or who to ask. It's not like he was going anywhere.

[dual duty because I'm lazy. this is for ace, cuddy and the doctor. he's still not talking, so I'm really sorry if these go short or die.]

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He groaned, flopped back, groaned again...then realized it was really pointless to argue. "Okay," he agreed, throwing the covers off. Ass always, he was naked. "Do you see my shorts anywhere?"

"Over here," she said, twisting and bending to get them before handing them to him. "Here."

"Thanks."

He took them and pulled them on, the stood so he could pull them up and fasten them. Some things never changed, and how he moved, so comfortable in his own skin was one of them. Maybe that's why the foreign hollowness bothered him so much. Maybe.

"Lead the way," he grinned. It actually felt good to be up and moving.

He was smiling and she grinned back, reaching for his hand.

"Come on."

A few moments later they were on the way, the showers not too far.

He let his fingers twine with hers as they walked. He wasn't very talkative, but just being out and moving was good. And as they reached the compund, he held the door for her. "After you."

She stepped through the door with a little flourish, then crossed to the lines of stalls. Crossing her arms she pulled the dress from her body.

"Come on, in with you," she teased gently.

He honestly hadn't expected her to do that and looked at her for a second. "I...um...Lisa, I..." he started.

"Whatever it is," she said, turning to face him, "don't worry about it. Come on."

He heaved a sigh, again for the sake of not arguing, and stripped off his shorts. Without a word, he joined her in the shower and turned his back to her so he could turn the water on. Faint bruises lined his shoulders, but they looked like bite marks. Nothing new for Jack, really.

Her lips pressed together and she fought her instinct to throttle House. Ducking her head she kissed two of the bruises, her lips soft. Raising her hands she twisted her hair into them, wringing the water before reaching for the soap.

Jack looked back over his shoulder, smiling at her nervously. "What was that for?"

"Because you could use them," she laughed. "Hold still."

Jack chuckled softly for the first time in days and did as he was told...keeping his back to her.

A few moments later she lathered the soap, working her hands down his shoulders. "If it hurts, say so," she said gently.

He snorted softly. "It won't hurt, Lisa. I'm not...nothing physical anyhow."

Except, now that she had her hands on him and it felt good, he was more aware than ever that his dick wasn't interested in waking up any more than he had been.

"Good then," she said, determined to keep his mind as pleasant as possible. Her palms smoothed down his back a bit more, fingers working gently at the grime and bruises.

As she worked down his back, he leaned forward and put his palms on the wall, letting the water run through his hair and down his back. "You know, one of my favorite places was Kyoto. Fantastic baths there. The women would wash you. Feed you. Almost anything you wanted. It was beautiful."

"Sounds like a good idea," she agreed, letting her fingers massage some of the tension away as she worked. His skin was brighter beneath it all. "I don't look the part, but at the moment I think I can fit the bill," she teased.

"Oh, yeah...I think you might," he chuckled. "If we had some sake and a few Geishas bringing tea and playing music it'd be perfect." It was delicious, the way she rubbed the tensin awy. It wasn't as bad as it had been before, but he'd definitely stiffened up just laying about. "Be careful. That last time you did this, I fell asleep on you."

"Don't worry, I'll get you back to bed before the full treatment," she promised. Her hands worked easily, and with another lather she'd lifted them to wash his hair. The former softness was thick beneath her touch but she didn't mind working on it. "Here, face me and close your eyes."

With her hands in his hair, there was no way she could miss the way his jaw tensed as he gritted his teeth, but turned and kept his eyes closed. He did it less for the risk of shampoo and more because he just didn't want to see the look on her face.

Until she saw his reaction Lisa hadn't considered the physical impact this might have on him. But she'd always cared about Jack - not the sex that most others prioritized - and didn't bat an eyelash. Her fingers did take a moment to smooth down his face, caressing the tension away as best as she could.

"I'm mothering you aren't I?" she laughed softly.

"No," he said softly. "It's okay. I just...nothing," he sighed, straightening up and rinsing his hair. "It's nice. Really."

It really wasn't her, but he really had no idea how to explain to her how he couldn't get turned on by a beautiful woman, naked, wet...

...nothing.

She wouldn't acknowledge it, wouldn't make him feel worse than he undoubtedly already did. Turning she felt around, then lifting the soap again into her hand.

"Ready to really trust me?"

That gave him pause and he looked down at her and nodded. "Of course. I always trust you, Lisa," he said, as if it should be the most obvious thing in the universe.

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