OOM: Beckett's Room

[trigger_man]

 [After this.]

Jack makes a quick pit stop in his room to change into dry clothes, already feeling the burn on his skin as it warms up again.

Heading back out into the hall, he hesitates for a second outside Beckett's door.  After the awkwardness of him falling on top of her--and neither of them moving for a moment--this might not be the best idea.  But then he'd told her he'd be there in a moment, as as much as part of him has misgivings about it, there's part of him that wants to show that whatever that moment outside had been, it was just an aberration; nothing to see here, move along.

Taking a breath, he raps decisively on her door.

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[trigger_man]

"Tired?" Jack asks, sitting back against the couch cushions.

[fanofthegenre]

"Mmm. Relaxed," she says, smiling faintly, and draws her knees up, curling up next to him.

"Which, in most cases, leads to tired."

[trigger_man]

"I can go if you want to have a nap," Jack says, though he doesn't move to get up.

[fanofthegenre]

"It's late now, isn't it?"

Or it is when you're running on New York time. She might be considering her bed, but that's further away, and it's nice and warm here, in front of the fire.

"A nap will turn into sleep. Up to you, though."

[trigger_man]

"I think I'm too relaxed to move just yet. You can sleep if you want, though."

[fanofthegenre]

"Fine by me," she says, shifting her weight slightly to get into a position where she can rest her head, cheek pillowed on her hand.

The sound of the fire crackling causes her eyes to droop, the constant warmth emanating, no worry that it'll die down any time soon thanks to the magic of Bar - and she's dozing comfortably in no time.

If her head tips onto his shoulder in the process, it's a purely unconscious action.

[trigger_man]

Jack tenses for a moment, unsure just what to do. He doesn't want to wake her, but he's not sure how he feels about her falling asleep on his shoulder either. It's not something he's entirely comfortable with, and not just for the reason of personal space, either.

But then the least he can do is let her sleep, though with his nightmares, he's not sure following her lead is a good idea. Leaning his head against the back of the couch, Jack closes his eyes and concentrates on the sound of her even breathing to try and relax.

[fanofthegenre]

She's not sure how much time passes before she's jogged awake - by her own movement in sleep, by the sensation of something unfamiliar under her head - whatever it is, she stretches, sighing, and glances up with half-lidded eyes to try and get a sense of where she is, turning her cheek against his shoulder.

"Hey," she whispers, brushing some hair out of her face.

[trigger_man]

Jack's eyes snap open; he has the unsettling feeling that he'd been starting to doze.

"Hey. Did I wake you?" he asks. He'd barely moved a muscle since she fell asleep on his shoulder, other than a slight shift of his shoulders a minute or so before she woke.

[fanofthegenre]

"No, I think I did," she admits, though she's not exactly moving to lift her head right away.

"I didn't wake you, though, right?"

[trigger_man]

Jack shakes his head. "I wasn't asleep; just trying to relax."

[fanofthegenre]

"Okay."

She's not sure whether to be concerned or okay with it; either way, she's too sleepy to dwell on the subject for very long.