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[All in all, things could have gone much worse.
Null Sector was stopped. The hostages are safe and King's Row is liberated. Things are back in the hands of the British government, and their little four-person team has returned to headquarters. They've been debriefed, and the mission was, arguably, a success. Despite that apparent fact, Jack has been fielding phone calls from Petras and the Prime Minister and all manner of people who are now extremely angry with him. He expects to be brought up on charges sooner rather than later, but right now it's late, and the calls have all fallen silent.
Jack is going to take advantage of the precious few hours of peace while he can--there will be meetings and interviews and press conferences in the morning, but for now he has a six pack and he's on his way to Ana's office, because after today they probably deserve a break.
He knows she's up, because the two of them hardly ever sleep, to say nothing of trying to rest after a day like today. Still, he's not rude about it, knocking on her door and waiting for the answer before holding up the beer, shrugging a little.]
Thought we could use this.
[A sort of modest congratulations, maybe, while they have the opportunity. Before all of the nitty-gritty of the mission comes out. Despite what the worlds' governments will say tomorrow, they can't deny that Overwatch saved lives today. That's something to celebrate.]
Null Sector was stopped. The hostages are safe and King's Row is liberated. Things are back in the hands of the British government, and their little four-person team has returned to headquarters. They've been debriefed, and the mission was, arguably, a success. Despite that apparent fact, Jack has been fielding phone calls from Petras and the Prime Minister and all manner of people who are now extremely angry with him. He expects to be brought up on charges sooner rather than later, but right now it's late, and the calls have all fallen silent.
Jack is going to take advantage of the precious few hours of peace while he can--there will be meetings and interviews and press conferences in the morning, but for now he has a six pack and he's on his way to Ana's office, because after today they probably deserve a break.
He knows she's up, because the two of them hardly ever sleep, to say nothing of trying to rest after a day like today. Still, he's not rude about it, knocking on her door and waiting for the answer before holding up the beer, shrugging a little.]
Thought we could use this.
[A sort of modest congratulations, maybe, while they have the opportunity. Before all of the nitty-gritty of the mission comes out. Despite what the worlds' governments will say tomorrow, they can't deny that Overwatch saved lives today. That's something to celebrate.]
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[ Ana's tone is teasing despite the reprimand: she's feeling indulgent. The kiss is permitted; she even tilts her head to allow access, her long unbraided dark hair falling over one shoulder. She wraps fingers around his wrist, trails her other hand up an arm, tracing the lines of corded muscle, her thumb brushing the crook of his elbow. Then she switches direction, her fingers creeping lower till she's toying with his belt buckle. ]
How about this. Ask me for something, and I'll decide if you deserve it.
[ She deliberately leaves the question wide open, almost threateningly vague. A challenge he can put his brilliant tactical mind to. Or perhaps he'll flounder, the Strike Commander thrown off his game. Either way could be fun for both of them. ]
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[If only because they both know that Jack would much prefer not being paraded around as some kind of paragon--that he hates the statue outside with every fiber of his being, and would rather do good on his own terms than receive medals and accolades. Not that people stop giving him medals and accolades. At the very least, he can hope that this is just joking, that securing peace is its own reward, that it hasn't gone to his head. Another reason he's glad to have Ana. She grounds him in more ways than she knows.
Or maybe she does know it--very little actually gets past her, no matter how hard Jack tries.
Even now, he can tell that this is a test, that she's waiting for him to give a good answer or for him to fumble entirely, though he's not sure how she could possibly blame him if it ends up being the latter. Ana does things to him that he can barely describe, and already he's set to be done talking. He tells himself it wouldn't be as fun without the challenge, and that helps temper his impatience, if only a little.
Jack talks between kisses, running his mouth up the line of her neck as she exposes it to him. He decides to start small--get her yes-es and no-s incrementally, and his hands run up to the collar of her shirt.]
Let me take this off.