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Room 406, very, very, early Saturday morning

Morning light was only just starting to shine through the window when Isabel woke up. The first thought that crossed her mind was dorm room? This was followed by a succession of feelings, warm, nice, comfy. Then the memories of the night before started to replay themselves and she whimpered.

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Even in his sleep, Jack heard the noise and he curled himself tighter around her, pulling her closer into the curve of his body, as he started to wake up.

This is Isabel wishing that the ground would open up and swalllow her. There's no question of who's snuggled up to her back. The memories are quite clear on that. The memories are quite clear on exactly what she tried to do to him.

There's warm skin against her back. With a sigh, Isabel realized exactly what she was wearing. Figuring she'd be better able to handle upcoming conversation if she was dressed, Isabel tried to slip out of Jack's arms and out of the bed.

Brain still fogged with sleep, the only thing that registered was that there was space where there shouldn't be, and he followed her, grumbling under his breath as he drew her back against him.

Okay, time to rethink that plan Isabel realized as she wound up with her back was once again snug against Jack's chest. With a small sigh, she twisted her body, rolling over and wind up face first with a sleeping Jack. "Hey," she quietly, "Morning."

That managed to get through and drag him fully awake. Blinking sleepily, he smiled at her. "Morning."

Isabel was pretty sure that her face had to be fourteen different shades of red given the heat she could feel in her cheeks. Closing her eyes, she tipped her head forward to rest against his shoulder. "I am so sorry," she quietly.

Jack freed a hand and smoothed it across her hair. "There's nothing to apologise for," he said softly.

"Not even for being drunk and stupid and attempting to maul you?" she asked with small laugh.

"Nope," he replied firmly. "The drunk wasn't your fault, you certainly weren't stupid, and," he gently tilted her head up, still smiling softly at her, "you're welcome to maul me whenever you like."

Isabel smiled back and tipped her head forward and rested her forehead against his. "Someday I'm going to look back and tell myself I was an idiot. but you know I can't."

"I know," he said, dropping a kiss on her nose. "My loss. And you won't, you know, look back and think you're an idiot." Shifting slightly, he folded one arm under his head, and slid the other around her, his hand settling in the small of her back. "You want hearts and flowers, and that's not something I can give you."

"Oh I will. Someday when I'm old and grey," Isabel chuckled. "How could I not?" She shifted position as well, mirroring Jack's position with an arm under her head. Her free hand rested against his chest, the feel of his heart beating under strong under it. "Can I ask why that is? Why you won't get serious with someone?"

"You can ask me anything, you know that." Moving his hand across her back in slow arcs, he considered her question. "It's not won't, like I sat down and made a decision." He shrugged one shoulder. "Sex is just fun, it doesn't really mean anything, most of the time."

"But doesn't that get cold after a while?" she asked softly. "I mean don't you want to have something more? I look at my folks, and I realize that I want that one day."

"Depends on where you end up," he answered with a grin which faded as he looked down at her. "Maybe? It's not something I've ever really thought about," he said slowly. "I'm not saying it's not possible, it's just outside my experience. Things are a bit different where I come from."

"Why?" Isabel asked as she moved her hand to rub his arm. "Have things really changed that much?"

He laughed at that. "Yeah, they kind of have. People are a lot more sexually flexible, for a start, and not just about gender. Most humans have at least a bit of alien in them. And the few that don't - me, for example - are designed that way, with any stray DNA filtered out."

"Don't say that to any of our loony conservatives. They'd freak," Isabel replied with a laugh. "I understand the flexibility part, but I still don't understand why you wouldn't want something special with one person. Or even two ~~OT3~~ it that's what worked for you."

"As if I'd ever do something like that," he said innocently. "You want what you grew up with, maybe? You want what your parents have - which is so sweet, by the way." He tweaked her nose and grinned at her. "I haven't got any parents, so I ended up wired differently, I guess."

Isabel stuck her tongue out at him. "It's nice, is what it is."

"You don't? What hap...Oh, I get it. I think," she said as what he'd said earlier about being designed started to make sense.

"Hey, I said it was sweet. And it is. It works for you." He considered her carefully, weighing it up, then asked quietly, "You want the whole story? It's not very interesting."

"If you want to tell it, I'll listen," Isabel said with a reassuring smile. "It's your choice."

"Okay." He shifted onto his back and wrapped his arm around her, tucking her against his side. "It's pretty simple really. Two people ordered a kid, dropped off their DNA, and never came back to get him," he said matter-of-factly, but his voice was very quiet. "So, no family, but I did get this incredibly handsome face out of the deal."

Isabel was quiet for a few minutes, resting her head against his shoulder. "It's a very handsome face," she finally said. "But it still sounds like you had a pretty crappy childhood."

"Thank you." He smiled and kissed the top of her head. "It wasn't so bad. I had a lot of freedom."

"But freedom doesn't make up for not having people that care about you," Isabel said, thinking of Michael. He'd had her and Max, but it wasn't that same as having a parent that loved you unconditionally. She stretched her arm across his chest and squeezed.

Jack didn't respond, just snuggled her closer and rested his head on her hair. A minute passed before he said, very quietly, "I'm beginning to understand that."

Isabel wondered how she could be so comfortable laying there half dressed, snuggled against Jack's warm chest. But despite the events of the night before, which still made her blush, here and now she was content. There was no pressure, no expectations, just quiet understanding. She tipped her head up and placed a gentle kiss on his jaw. "You've got people who care now."

"Thank you," he replied softly, closing his eyes and drawing in a deep breath, letting it out slowly as he opened them. "I think more sleep is in order. It's just wrong to be up this early on a Saurday."

"Sleep is good," she agreed, making no move to change position. "I'll worry about Aeryn killing me later."

"She won't kill you," he reassured her. "I think that only happens if you hug her twice."

Isabel mumbled something he didn't catch, and he felt her relax as she drifted off. Settling her more comfortably against him, he watched her for several minutes, feeling the tiniest bit unsettled, but it was outweighed by the warmth that had swept through him at her words.

He closed his eyes and let himself return to sleep.

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