Abbot.

Jack Abbot. #ThePittRP #MVRP

@GoodMohabbits he got impatient, a hand reached out her way, his arm settled for her to lay on it. "Better brush quickly. I'll pull you down here if you take too long." It was a mystery how she got used to the cuddling. A true mystery.

@GoodMohabbits "Mmm, yeah, that'd be nice." Right now, as interesting as the article was, his eyes were feeling blurry. Should have focused on sitting and not laying when he got to bed. Rookie mistake. "Not sure how much I'll take in right now." He admitted with a small, playful grin. Then-

Samira's feet are killing her and she might kill for a shower by the time hand offs to day shift happen. At least Al-Hashimi seems less pressed about her taking on another night shift than Robby, but there's an ocular migraine that's threading to blossom as she changed into the—

@GoodMohabbits nude together in him that night. "Mmm, off. Even if something came up, I wouldn't be very good for them right now." A rush of adrenaline would help, but he'd become a hindrance sooner than later. Can't have that. Not when lives were on the line. "Now...About that article."

@GoodMohabbits She didn't get much of a reaction. Not one she'd see anyway. He did grin at her grab, however. Fair play. Did it to her all the time. He settled for a pair of boxers and nothing else. He liked to sleep nude, but he wasn't sure he had the energy for what happened when they slept-

@GoodMohabbits know how good of a fighter sleep is. Can only bob and weave so long." He would fight it thought. Even as he finally got that walker of his back for to make moving around a bit easier, before easing onto the bed, and felt the tension of his muscles aching after finally relaxing.

@GoodMohabbits "Mmm, alright." He was careful to rise out of his seat, once more using the railing for support, getting out of the shower, he continued to hold onto it with one hand, drying himself off with the other. Still a pain in the ass, all these years later. "Don't take too long. You-

@BadAbbots well at least you got it right at some point

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@GoodMohabbits Lose what. Lose what, Samira?

@BadAbbots Move it or lose it

POV you're Jack about to wake up for his night shift but your beautiful wonderful princess is about to elbow drop onto the bed as she gets home from her shift

@GoodMohabbits there for now. "Can I help you with anything else before I get out, or would you prefer to come find me drooling on your side of the bed?"

@GoodMohabbits "Sounds like you're implying I'm trying for something else. I can't help how you react to a kiss on the shoulder." He knew better than to try that tonight. His hips might give out on him halfway through and there's no recovering from that. Soaped and shampoo'd, he was done in-

(Big stretch. Popping sounds from joints all over.) Need to find time for working out again. (Not just the fun kind.)

@GoodMohabbits He spoke with a barely contained smirk on his face, reaching for his shampoo, hie head craned and out of the water until it was covered well, and then leaned forward, his hands on his head, washing it clean. "Mmm...The bed is going to feel /so/ good."

@GoodMohabbits He took a long breath, centering himself once more. The vulnerable look in his eyes replaced by the look he had in his eye when they were locked onto her. Currently the way her hands worked her hair. Needed to be ready to help next time. "Thought that was already the deal."-

@GoodMohabbits That was something worth proving himself for. She wasn't the woman he married before. Samira was the woman that he wanted to be his future.

@GoodMohabbits was a woman that could reach to the stars and eventually find a way to draw one to her hand. No matter what she did, or what she wanted, she was the type of woman who could achieve it. He saw that in her. And still she chose him too. She chose to be one of his guiding lights.-