Owen rolled his eyes. "Yeah yeah, I get it." He blew her a kiss and took off his shirt, throwing it on the floor. "Just don't leave bloody scratches so deep this time. I had to have Jack help me bandage them up." And then he frowned. That was the old Jack, not, well, this Jack. What a complicated mess. "Or at least put them places I can do myself, places I can reach. Like the hips or something."
He kicked off the rest of his clothes and climbed into bed. "Maybe we should just tell Jack now that we won't be around for the next three days." Not that he minded, but he'd at least wanted a drink first. It always seemed to affect her more than him on the first day.
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Date: 2009-06-09 03:05 pm (UTC)He kicked off the rest of his clothes and climbed into bed. "Maybe we should just tell Jack now that we won't be around for the next three days." Not that he minded, but he'd at least wanted a drink first. It always seemed to affect her more than him on the first day.