Emma's House, Emma's New York, Tuesday Noon

[bitten_notshy]

Jack hadn't intended to move in with Emma quite yet. But as his friends left, the island started feeling less like home. And as the island felt less like home, he was less inclined to excuse its inconveniences. (Eggnog out of the faucet was much less charming the tenth time around.) So he'd started spending more time in New York, where the only problem he ever had in the shower was when a slayer-in-training "borrowed" his shampoo.

When he found himself regularly skipping work at the Devil's Nest with the excuse nobody really wanted to drink on a Monday night, he had to admit it was time for a change.

It was his last semester in law school; arranging an internship near Emma's house and a class schedule that would let him commute to Baltimore once a week or so was trivial. So he gave Eric two weeks notice. (Tiny seemed happy.) And when the time came to renew his lease on the house in Fandom, he didn't.

Emma would never be so needy as to admit she wanted him there. But she not only hadn't kicked him out, she had even cleared a little space in her closet for him. That, more than the wedding magazines hidden deep in her bookshelf, reassured him that they were playing for keeps.

After he unpacked his home office, he sat down at the desk to send a few emails and make some calls with the news. It might be nice if people knew where he lived.

[OOC: Open for calls, texts, etc. If you think you got a message from him, you did.]

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[bitten_notshy]

I never turn down cookies, Jack returned.

A moment later: Where are you? Can you come visit after you've placed the order? I miss you.

[icecoldfrost]

<<I'm just upstairs,>> she replied, mental voice laced with amusement. <<I wasn't going to shout across the whole house for you.>>

That would be tacky.

Still, a few moments later footsteps could be heard down the hall, and there was actual, physical, knocking on his door. "Dare I disturb the inner sanctum?"

[bitten_notshy]

"It's your house," Jack pointed out as he rose from his chair to let her in. "I think you can disturb whatever you want."

[icecoldfrost]

"Don't be ridiculous," Emma scoffed, grinning at him as he opened the door. "A person's office is their private professional space, and I wouldn't dream of intruding unless you'd locked yourself in for a week on a project, and really, I'd send the girls as a threat, first."

[bitten_notshy]

"If you sent in the girls, I'd start working in Starbucks," Jack threatened, a laugh in his voice. "But thanks. I like having my own space, even if I don't mind you being in it once in a while."

[icecoldfrost]

"The only way I'd let you spend that much time in a Starbucks is if you were bringing me bribes," she said, making a face. "I shall only deploy them in a case of utmost emergency, then."

Emma adored her Slayerettes. She happened to like Jack more.

[bitten_notshy]

"Now I need to know what you consider an utmost emergency," Jack said, hand snaking around to rest at the small of Emma's back. "A sale at Barney's?"

[icecoldfrost]

"Goodness no. Candy's the one that goes along with my madcap shopping trips," Emma said, stepping in to his personal space and placing a hand on his chest. "If, say, you hadn't slept in a real bed for a week because of a case. That's an emergency."

[bitten_notshy]

"What if it were a really important case?" Jack asked hopefully. "They aren't letting me near the mutant discrimination suits yet, but I'm trying."

[icecoldfrost]

"You won't be any good to your clients without sleep," Emma chided. "--or if you're crabby from a crick in your neck from falling asleep at your desk."

"I'm mandating a rule, Mr. Priest. Three hours of sleep a night in a real bed, at least three nights a week. Don't be me."

Though at least these days Emma usually fell asleep on the settee in their library, not at her office.

[bitten_notshy]

"Three hours of sleep a night, three days a week," Jack said, tilting his head thoughtfully. "I can do that. Especially if my fiancee is beside me. Can we make then the same three nights?"

[icecoldfrost]

"If you're lucky," she teased, looking him over like a particularly tasty treat. "Or if I'm lucky. Are you sure your fiancee won't mind?"

Emma Grace Frost, behave.

[bitten_notshy]

"I'm not sure," Jack said, neatly stepping into the game. "I haven't seen her in a bit. Poor dear's always working."