Emma's Dorm Room, Empire State University, NYC, Marvel-616. Saturday Morning.

[icecoldfrost]

Since Jack didn't really have anywhere else to stay, they had gotten back to Emma's dorm late last night. Emma had checked to make sure the coast was clear before sneaking him in, since she didn't want to have to deal with signing in a visitor from another universe.

Jack had taken the spare bed, and they'd collapsed into them like two teenagers grateful to be back in the modern era.

That, however, was last night. Now the sun was starting to peek through the windows, and the sounds of people returning from winter break were echoing in the hallway outside their room.

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[bitten_notshy]

"Small but curvy," Jack said, and grinned against her. There might be some upsides to this particular predicament, after all. "Strangely enough, you're curvy too."

He was going to bring up one of his hands to negotiate one of her curves -- strictly for purposes of illustration, of course.

[icecoldfrost]

Two could play at that game, and Emma settled her hands on Jack's waist, letting her fingers glide over the soft skin and skirt just at the edge of the pajama pants. "Fancy that," she replied, turning her head to nuzzle Jack's ear. "I'm rather sure you've always been fond of my curves."

[bitten_notshy]

"Curves and a tricksy brain," Jack purred -- and it felt odd that he had a voice that could purr, now. "That's what I like about you, lover."

He involuntarily flexed away from those exploring fingers, then toward them. His skin seemed to have extra nerve endings.

[icecoldfrost]

It was fascinating, actually, the different ways Jack responded. So very similar, but not quite. Emma traced her fingers up his spine, then back down, flipping her hand over to run the backs of her fingernails against her skin.

"Fancy that," she said, a tad-distracted, because she was busy trying to make Jack squirm. "Same reason I think I like you right at this moment."

The question as to if she liked Jack-girls or some girls or all girls could wait until later. After they made-out some more, and Emma reassured herself that Jack was, actually, here, and alive and not still dying.

[bitten_notshy]

Not dying. Not for fifty or sixty or ninety more years, if he had his way. And -- while he'd rather spend his time as a man -- this was a pleasant reminder that physical transformations were not, necessarily, horrible things.

"I like that you're a girl who likes me as a girl," he told Emma dizzily, because she did make him squirm. He writhed against her like a cat and felt not in the least embarrassed by it, enjoying the warmth and the friction.