last night you'd gone to sleep to an empty bed. it was no surprise, jack could be up doing a number of things. the same couldn't be said for when you woke up, however. jack's weight was pressed on top of his, his arms snaked around your middle and face buried into your chest.

he hadn't even bothered to change, his clothes and boots left in a pile on the floor, his hat tossed onto his bedside table. he would shift, more than likely sensing the subtle movements of you underneath him. "mmn..." a low, groggy groan would fall from his lips, which would press a kiss to your collarbone a second later, "mornin'." he said around a yawn, yet made no efforts to move off of you. not yet.

"s'warm..." he murmured against your skin, eyes drooping shut again. he didn't want to get up but he knew that you wouldn't let either of you laze around the entire day. chores had to be done, money had to be made. damn it all.