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Jack came home at 7:30, eager to see you, but you were nowhere to be seen at first. Usually you’d be up and about by this time, making breakfast for yourself or out on a run (after texting him that you’d be gone when he got home).
He stepped further into the house, you weren’t in the dining room or lounge either. He put his work bag down on the dining room table, trying to roll the aches and pains out of his shoulders. His leg was painful and he couldn’t think of anything better than taking a shower and getting into bed with you, where he assumed you were.
He assumed right, when he entered the bedroom you were curled up under the blankets. The sun outside hadn’t penetrated the bedroom due to the black out curtains so Jack could still get his sleep in during the day. He could vaguely make out your face and the frame of your body.
You woke up to the feeling of a kiss on your temple and a hand on your shoulder through the covers, the bed right next to you had dipped slightly.
You didn’t need to open your eyes to know Jack had come home. “Mmm, g’ morning” you mumbled, your eyes still closed shut
“Good morning, how’d you sleep?” He asked you, laughing a little at your sleepiness.
“Mmm” you mumbled, rolling onto your back and rubbing your eyes. It was too early to know how you slept. Right now you were just noticing the ache in your lower stomach that you had been able to ward off with sleep.
“Oh well excuse me for interrupting that” he said, leaning down to plant a kiss to your neck. You giggled at the tickle of his stubble on your neck and his hair on your cheek.
“I think I can forgive you this time” you said, running your fingers through his hair.
He lifted his head up and sat up straight, his thumb rubbing circles on your hip absentmindedly.
“Ok I’m gonna take a shower” he said
You held the front of his scrubs before he could go anywhere, “I haven’t seen you in over 12 hours and I can’t even get a proper kiss?” You asked, feigning offence.
“Maybe after you’ve brushed your teeth” he teased
“Wow, you get rude after a full shift” you laughed, letting go of his shirt and crossing your arms
“Oh come on we both know I’m joking” he said, leaning back down and planting a kiss to your lips.
He had kissed you with morning breath a thousand times before, it wasn’t about to stop him now. He only pulled back when you put a hand to his chest.
“Ok now you can go shower” you told him, satisfied
“Thank you for the permission” he joked, sitting up off the bed with a laugh, about to make his way to the bathroom door.
“Oh actually do you mind if I go to the bathroom first?” You asked him, propping yourself up on your elbows, “I’m on my period and I’ve been lying down all night, when I do get up, it’s not gonna be a fight between me, time and gravity” you explained.
He smiled down at you and nodded before you threw the covers off of your body, goosebumps taking over your skin at the sudden cold air before you shuffled to the bathroom.
At the beginning of your relationship you never spoke about your period. That was between you and your uterus you figured. You felt uncomfortable talking about it with all your previous boyfriends. There were a few that tiptoed around it like saying the word ‘period’ would cause them to burst into flames, and despite you logically knowing it was a natural process, their attitudes stuck with you.
It hadn’t fully clicked in your head that Jack being an ER doctor, meant he wasn’t phased by much. That was until a random Tuesday rolled around. You had been at his place when your period started, he obviously hadn’t lived with a woman since his wife had passed so there was nothing for you to use.
You still remember walking out the bathroom, with your hands held together awkwardly, looking like you had sins to confess. Jack immediately noticed the look on your face and jumped to concern, asking you what was wrong. When you told him you had gotten your period he just looked at you for a few seconds, like he was expecting more.
When you couldn’t offer further elaboration and told him that was it, he resisted a laugh, figuring it wouldn’t make you feel any better. He pulled you into a hug, tucking your head against his shoulder and telling you, you didn’t have to walk into the room like you had committed murder. From then on there were always supplies in the bathroom, even before you moved in together.
You walked back into the room, Jack was no longer there but you figured he had gone to the kitchen to get water or something to eat.
“You can go shower!” You shouted down the hallway from the bedroom, before crawling back into bed, enveloping yourself once again in the warm covers.
You soon heard footsteps coming back down the hallway and into the room, stopping for a second when Jack laid eyes on you back in bed.
“Hey, you feeling ok? Do you need anything?” He asked
“I’m fine, just got some cramps” you said, getting yourself comfortable once again.
He figured he wouldn’t get much out of you in your half asleep state, and he wasn’t much help in his state either. He desperately needed a warm shower, to get out of his scrubs and to get his prosthetic off for a while.
You soon heard the shower water running and you were still wide awake, frustrated and in pain. You tried the various different positions, foetus, on your back, on your side, and none of them helped. For a while you, after all the other positions, you lay there on your back staring at the ceiling.
You heard the shower water switch off and shortly after Jack walked out the bathroom, hair slightly damp, and no longer smelling like antiseptic.
“You don’t look like you’re getting much sleep in” he remarked at the sight of you lying on your back, staring into the abyss.
“My insides feel like they’re strangling each other” you told him, “you’re a doctor. What helps period cramps?” You asked, turning your head to the side to look at him.
He furrowed his brows for a second, racking his brain for an answer. “Well the obvious one is painkillers” he said, a mischievous smile coming to his face, “but, you could also do with natural pain relief like endorphins or dopamine” he told you.
“They don’t really sell those hormones at the pharmacy now do they” you said sarcastically
“No” he laughed, “but you can get them from exercise-“ “Yea I’m not exercising right now” you cut in
“Or orgasms” he finished.
Your cheeks tinged pink at that suggestion. He had seen you naked and made you cum multiple times, but somehow he was still able to get you to blush like some nervous teenager at the mere suggestion of sexual things.
“Yea well, the problem with inducing, that, is the mess that would go along with it” you stated.
”We can put a towel under you” he said, waving his hand dismissively.
“We?” You asked, propping yourself up on your elbows, “would that not be a solo adventure?”. He looked a little disappointed at that.
”I mean, if you want to I guess” he said with a shrug, he was trying to not look offended.
“I’m just not so sure, about you getting all bloodied” you laughed, looking him up and down
“I’m pretty sure I can handle your period blood” he scoffed.
You knew logically, he wouldn’t blink at the sight of what was going on between your legs right now, but you still couldn’t wrap your head around it.
“Come on, I’m completely fine with blood that shouldn’t be coming out of the human body” he said, walking over to the bed, “I’ll be fine with blood that’s supposed to be coming out of you” he justified.
You laughed at his justification, he did have a point. You found it a little amusing that he seemed to want this more than you, and it was sending sparks of arousal between your thighs.
You shook your head and ran a hand across your face, trying to cover up the blush on your face in the process. Yes you had learnt to not be ashamed of your cycle, but this was really testing just how confident and secure you felt.
You pushed yourself up into a seated position with a sigh. He looked like a kid that was being told he couldn’t have dessert after dinner.
“It’s day two, that’s like the worst day. It’s gonna look like a crime scene” you said, trying to make sure he really understood what he was offering.
“Ok? And I’m a SWAT medic in my free time, I’ve been to crime scenes before” he justified, walking over to the bed and sitting down next to you, placing a hand on your knee.
“Come on, I just wanna make you feel good” he pleaded. Seeing the man who so often played into the role of ‘scary night shift attending’, begging to get you off was quite the mind-fuck.
“It kinda sounds like you wanna do this for you” you teased, squinting at him.
“It’s for both of us. It’ll make you feel better, and I like the sounds you make and how you look when you cum” he told you with a lopsided grin as his hand snuck down your knee and towards your thigh.
Your legs pressed together and your cheeks flushed pink when you heard his words. You’d be lying if you said you hated his idea right now. You knew he could get you to cum, he had countless times. It didn’t take him very long to figure out how you worked and what got you going at the beginning of your relationship. Even when you had your first time together, he barely needed any direction from you.
He always listened to what you verbally expressed, but he paid close attention to every unspoken signal you sent. Like what words made you blush, what made your thighs press together. He took note of where you were sensitive and what made your body jerk, or how he could pull moans and whimpers out of you.
When he finally got you laid out on his bed for the first time, he took his time testing different movements and motions, trying to figure out which ones made your back arch off the bed and what got you clenching around him.
He knew exactly how you worked, that had never once been a problem in your relationship. Your problem was baring yourself to him at the worst time of the month, when you felt bloated and had blood between your legs. Sure his attraction towards you never seemed to fluctuate. He would be all over you if you were dressed up, ready to go out, or if you had granny panties and an old t-shirt on.
“I feel gross right now, and you wanna crawl between my thighs?” You laughed, a weak smile on your face.
His brows furrowed at your words, and he shook his head, bringing his hands up to your face and pulling you closer. He planted a kiss on your forehead, before speaking, mostly into your hair.
“You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen, and that is never and will never be dependent on which part of the month it is” he told you. He pulled away then, holding your face so you could look at him.
“You’re an adult human being, I don’t expect you to look airbrushed all the time” he added on.
You giggled slightly at his comment, which warmed you. In the time you had been together, he had never once left you feeling insecure or unattractive.
“You’re very convincing” you said with a smile, resting your head on your knee.
“Is my convincing working?” He asked hopefully
“Yea” you admitted begrudgingly, knowing it would get to his head.
That was how you ended up where you were now. Lying on your bed, with a towel placed on the covers, feeling apprehension nipping at you.
“Come on, lie down for me and relax” Jack said, coming back to the side of the bed and sitting down next to you after putting the towel where it was. You felt the light scratch of stubble on your neck followed by warm lips, making you shiver. You turned your face to his and met his lips.
A hand on your waist gently pushed you to lie down on your back. You felt Jack’s hand travel down to the drawstring of the pants you were wearing, undoing the knot. With his help you shimmied the clothing off and it was dropped on the floor next to you.
His lips moved to the corner of your mouth, then pressing a kiss to your jaw, trailing down to your neck.
“Come on let’s get these off you” he said right next to your ear, as his fingers hooked the band of your underwear.
Your breath hitched, both out of arousal and nerves, but you helped his hand push your underwear down your legs anyway. The piece of clothing was deftly moved to the side. You felt the cold air between your thighs and the rougher material of the towel on your lower back and ass. Your stomach tightened from nerves, he had seen the most intimate parts of you but not in this state.
You held onto the collar of his shirt, keeping him right where he was
“I know you don’t want me to see, you don’t have to hold me here” he said through a laugh, the warmth of his breath tickling your neck.
You huffed out a breath in frustration
“Ok, just don’t take it upon yourself and decide to look” you told him pointedly
“I won’t” he laughed, kissing the frustrated look off your face.
“Don’t laugh at me” you scoffed, “you have a staring problem”, you said, playfully hitting his arm
“I promise you, I won’t look unless you let me” he said, before dipping his head back down to place another kiss to your neck. His hand that had been on the other side of you, on the bed, moved to your hip and pushed your shirt up slightly, just enough to expose your lower stomach.
His hand traced light patterns on your stomach, causing goosebumps to litter your skin and a shiver to run up your spine. His fingers slowly trailed lower, giving time for anticipation to build and for you to relax into it.
He would be lying if he told you he had no desire to watch the way he was about to work you with his hands. He did have a staring problem and he never had any trouble admitting that. His eyes raked over your when you were in clothes, so when he got your clothes off, he obviously had to stare.
Whenever he got in between your thighs, he took every chance he could to spread you open, like he had forgotten what all of you looked like. He also loved the way you squirmed under his gaze and begged him to stop looking and just do something.
For now he would have to settle for his sense of touch if you weren’t granting him sight.
You tensed up when his fingers brushed past your belly button, which he noticed
“Calm down” he said sweetly, pressing a kiss to your jaw, “come on you’ve had my hand here a hundred times before” he said.
Arousal was slowly overriding the nervousness you felt in the moment. You tilted your hips upwards, towards his hand, trying to get some relief from the growing tension between your legs.
You felt him chuckle against the skin of your neck, and shortly after you felt his hand trailing lower, finally slipping through your folds which were slick with a mix of arousal and blood.
You tensed up at the feeling which he noticed and quickly remedied by circling your clit, the pleasure making your body relax. You whimpered at the movement, followed by the same action again and again.
“Yea I know that feels good” he said against your skin, pressing deep slow circles into the nerves. Your eyes fluttered closed and your head relaxed against the pillow it was resting on.
Your muscles that were at first stiff from nerves were loosening and your legs relaxed, falling open and giving his hand more space.
The circles drawn against your clit got faster in tiny increments, slowly working up to the pace that he had learnt was perfect for you. Your previously soft whimpers were turning into louder moans at the sensations and feelings of pleasure overtaking your body.
“You sound so pretty for me baby” he praised, pressing a hot kiss to your neck, “you look so pretty like this” he said, planting another kiss on your skin.
You could feel the coil in your pelvis tightening gradually, the pleasure building. Your moans only grew louder at the feeling, which tipped him off to where you were heading.
“You want my fingers?” He asked, almost as breathless as you were.
You nodded quickly. If you looked back on the moment, you’d have the time to be surprised that he was offering to wring every drop of pleasure out of you from the inside too, but in the moment, you were too focused on the heady tension building in the pit of your stomach.
His fingers stopped circling your clit and you felt them travel down to your entrance. Slowly one finger slipped inside you. You felt his breath against your neck, clearly he was enjoying this as much as you, even if he didn’t get direct pleasure from it.
You clenched around his finger, an involuntary action anytime you felt him inside you. His finger slipped in deeper before hooking up, drawing a choked moan out of you.
“Yea, right there?” He asked, already knowing exactly what he was doing and where to touch you.
You nodded quickly anyway, resulting in him repeating the action, building a rhythm. The rhythm didn’t last long. It stopped abruptly as he pulled his finger out only to add another one in.
The fuller feeling had you dizzy, his fingers could now easily bump against and rub every sensitive part inside you. His thumb took over the job of circling your clit, making you clench around his fingers once again.
The coil deep in your stomach was tightening once again, the unmistakable pleasure building. He could easily get you to cum with what he was doing, but as much as he liked to watch and look at you, you couldn’t lie and say you didn’t enjoy it.
“Do you wanna look?” you breathed out, finding a space in between moans to speak. For the first time, your nerves made an appearance again. They were quickly put back to sleep when he responded.
“Can I?” He asked, like he had been granted the keys to the city. His movements faltered for a moment.
You nodded and he began readjusting himself, sitting his body back up to get a good view.
His fingers stayed inside you as he manoeuvred himself to look between your thighs. His free hand came up to your knee and he slowly tilted your left leg to the side. His pupils were already blown wide, but when his eyes landed between your thighs you swore they got wider, like he was really trying to take all of you in.
His mouth subconsciously fell open at the sight, like he was in awe. His fingers resumed their movements making your eyes closed again and your head rest back on the pillow.
“You’re so beautiful” he muttered, placing a kiss on your knee that would’ve been relatively innocent if he wasn’t knuckle deep inside you.
You felt your orgasm building for the third time now, and you were relatively sure it wouldn’t be interrupted this time. Your chest was falling up and down rapidly, and his eyes were trained on the movement for a second, as well as your hardened nipples through your shirt.
His attention came back down your body, to where his hand was. He could feel you clenching around his fingers and hear your moans growing louder and your body tensing up in anticipation.
“You wanna cum?” He asked, a rhetorical question.
You nodded quickly anyway.
“Come on, you can do it. I wanna see this pretty pussy cum on my fingers” he encouraged.
Your orgasm was rapidly approaching, the waves of pleasure were growing more intense. One final wave hit you and stayed, building up quickly.
“Shit, I’m gonna-“ you whimpered out, feeling your body tense up and yourself clench around his fingers. Your legs were shaking and your breath sucked in before being let out along with loud moans as you came.
His actions didn’t falter and neither did his eyes. His fingers kept moving in sync with each other and his eyes stayed trained on your spasming pussy.
Only when your body relaxed and your breathing went back to (mostly) normal, did he stop. He pressed another kiss to your knee, now looking at your face.
“You ok?” He asked.
You nodded, opening your eyes and drawing your attention to your body, as well as the lack of cramps. Your brows furrowed, finding the lack of pain unusual, but very welcome.
“My cramps are gone?” You said questioningly.
“What can I say. I have magic hands” Jack said, withdrawing his fingers from you.
“How bloody is it?” You asked with a scrunched up nose, expecting the worst.
He didn’t blink at the sight of his bloodied fingers, only laughed affectionately before responding;
“I don’t think it’s really clicking to you that I have most definitely seen worse” he said, moving to stand up.
“I’m gonna go run you a bath” he said, walking to the bathroom.
You lay there for a second, bathing in the aftermath of your orgasm and the appreciate you had for your boyfriend at that moment as you heard the bath water running.
You soon slipped your underwear back on and made your way to the laundry, taking the bloodied towel you had underneath you with to sort that out. Once you had scrubbed the majority of it out by hand and used stain removal before putting it in the washing machine, you made your way back to the bedroom.
You walked into the en suite bathroom to find Jack sitting on the edge of the bathtub, tentatively making sure the temperature was just right.
Your hands came to his shoulders, feeling the solid muscle through his shirt, before pressing a kiss to his cheek.
“Thank you” you said
“Thank you” he replied, grateful that he was able to make you feel better in any way.
“I can get into the bath myself, go get yourself something to eat” you told him.
He sighed, before begrudgingly standing up and pressing a kiss to your lips.
“Fine” he said against your mouth, moving to the bathroom door
“We should make this a monthly thing by the way” he said with a smile, stopping with his hand on the door handle. He was being serious.
“Mm, I’ll think about it” you said, “now get something to eat” you said pointedly. He gave up and left for the kitchen, leaving the door closed behind him. You undressed yourself before stepping into the bath and sinking into the warm water, feeling the most relaxed you had been in the past week. Maybe you really should make this a monthly thing.