[t] ime l e s s [[Ally&Open]]

[jaxie]

Jax smiled as he looked up at Ally. He frowned; there was something else in the man’s eyes that made Jax jealous. It was almost as if Jaxom could tell that Ally was thinking about another man, which, normally, wouldn’t have out Jax off in a bad mood. But right now… it annoyed the crap out of him. He shifted a little; putting more pressure on Ally to make sure the man knew that he was there. The Alaskan’s eyes drifted down to his two dogs, who were both lying neat as you please on either side of the bench. Jax grinned.

Of course, that grin didn’t last long. Something was absolutely bothering Ally. And Jax felt his hackles rise just a little. It startled him at how fast he reacted to the stress of the other male. Usually that didn’t happen, and luckily, Jaxie followed his instincts; he was going to stop whatever was troubling the man. He sat up a little bit more and snarled under his breath. “What’s wrong Ally?” he asked softly. His voice was soft, but tight with anger.

The shifter smiled as Ally started to kiss him back. Clumsily, but completely adorable. Jax kissed the man back and then twisted his body to a more comfortable position and smiled at the youngish male. Watching the male, he could tell that Ally felt something special about Jax. Which was true in turn, Jax was absolutely feeling something completely different about this male verses the other’s he’d ever kissed in his life. Jax smiled when the male started to speak in another language, “And that was…?” he asked softly, bringing up his hand and running it down the side of Ally’s face.

[Dr Alistair Hubble]

The poor man was lost. Torn between two worlds of the past and of the present. He never had been outside of Canada until now and here he was in the United Kingdom, the place that made Canada exist in the very begging of it. He could feel Jaxom lean against him with a stronger force. Perhaps he wanted attention? Alistair glanced down at him for a moment. His eyes were still misty from thinking of the past tense. Sighing he gazed down upon his Ursa. Ursa was always there for him, and she always would be. Such a good bear she was. She was always there for him, but now things were changing.

“Nothing!” He stammered. “Nothing at all. Why do you ask? Everything’s fine.” Alistair pulled off the classic fake shield before him. He was used to doing such things. How could he just figure out that he was not truly himself at the present moment? That was a real gift this man must have. Alistair looked down at the ground and then admitted to him. “It’s just this is a long way from home is all.” As it was more so than the man beside him could ever imagine.

Then came the wondrous kiss. Jaxom snogged him back and he was in heaven, or what he conceived as heaven as he never felt this way before in his life. After all those…. He didn’t dare to think about the shrink sessions they made them go to. It ended after sometime with the question. He supposed Jaxom did not speak French. “It’s French.” Is what he said. It was sort of one of those, no shite Sherlock moments. But he couldn’t tell him what he really felt. Oh no…. that was not going to happen, well not for some time at least as he just met the bloke.