JackHemingway
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Jackson wasn't sure how he would explain it to Sara, but he'd laid with plenty of women since he'd arrived in Western Trails, and granted, it hadn't been any easier; being skilled at most things in this reality was pretty helpful at impressing people. On the frontier, women were no less lonely than men, and while there were supposedly higher moral standards, sex was still a lot of fun. Jackson didn't have anything to be ashamed of after Sara was literally in another world, and they weren't in a relationship. He'd be discreet about it, and he was sure she'd expect he hadn't been alone the whole time waiting for her to show up.
Now that she was here, though, he wanted to see if they could make a relationship work. Being stranded in a pretend digital world that was shockingly real, though, made figuring out which coast to live on and working from home seem much easier to have relationship issues. There were some familiar feelings that, despite him being a stranger in some respects, there was a closeness he knew they could build on.
With the very warm bedding, Jackson, at least when he had a roof over his head, favored the Native breechcloth to wear to bed, and with his chest bare along with most of his body in the dim firelight, Sara got to see his scared and battered body. Arrows, bullets, and blades had pierced his body more times than he cared to count, along with tattoos from Chinese arts and Native Americans as a sign of brotherhood or friendship. It's one thing to watch your character survive hits in the game, but it's another to experience it repeatedly. He was also very muscular, and he thought Sara approved even if she didn't say so. However, she slept with her head on his chest, and her hand gently caressed him as they slept.
It was a warm, wonderful feeling for the whole night, but they weren't leaving in a romance novel either. Dawn had arrived, and Sara's rooster was waking everyone. Sara stirred, sat up, grabbed the blanket, and sleepily smiled at him. Jackson sat up, kissed her on the forehead, and hugged her. He whispered into her ear, "I need to take care of Taff. I'll see to things, and you sleep in a little. It will be a good change."
Sara protested a little as he dressed but eventually said something like thank you. As she cuddled up again, he got the fire going. With Taff following him outside, he took care of the morning chores and last night gave him a pretty good outline about what needed to be done. Unsurprisingly, Sara organized everything, including an efficient routine, just like she played the game. Soon, everything like eggs was collected, the animals were fed, and the horses, hers and his were out in the coral.
Before he got back to the house with some additional packs he'd left out in the barn, he saw Sara up and out chopping more wood for the fireplace, though she had a good-sized stack on the porch. He walked over and gave her a peck on the cheek. "If you don't mind me using some of your eggs, I'd like to make us breakfast."
With that, he headed inside and got to work with her large skillet over the fighter, adding eggs and tomatoes from one of the jars he brought in and also managing to toast a few slices of the sizeable sorrower dough loaf he'd brought with him. These were the last good food supplies he had that he didn't trade with along the trail. He still had plenty of emergency rations and even feed for his horses. The positive of traveling alone was that he could carry plenty, and the low temperatures kept it all fresh. The last item was coffee from South America, and the smell cut through the cabin's air with a warming and enticing taste. He set up two plates at the kitchen table, and though he was spoiling the sheepdog, Taff happily snacked on a slice of toast with an egg.
Jackson sat down across from Sara and smiled. "We can take turns if you like. We'll need to talk about supplies and what we're doing. I hope you like breakfast. Have you had any partners on the trail? I mean, people you worked with for goals or anything like prospecting or hunting?"
Now that she was here, though, he wanted to see if they could make a relationship work. Being stranded in a pretend digital world that was shockingly real, though, made figuring out which coast to live on and working from home seem much easier to have relationship issues. There were some familiar feelings that, despite him being a stranger in some respects, there was a closeness he knew they could build on.
With the very warm bedding, Jackson, at least when he had a roof over his head, favored the Native breechcloth to wear to bed, and with his chest bare along with most of his body in the dim firelight, Sara got to see his scared and battered body. Arrows, bullets, and blades had pierced his body more times than he cared to count, along with tattoos from Chinese arts and Native Americans as a sign of brotherhood or friendship. It's one thing to watch your character survive hits in the game, but it's another to experience it repeatedly. He was also very muscular, and he thought Sara approved even if she didn't say so. However, she slept with her head on his chest, and her hand gently caressed him as they slept.
It was a warm, wonderful feeling for the whole night, but they weren't leaving in a romance novel either. Dawn had arrived, and Sara's rooster was waking everyone. Sara stirred, sat up, grabbed the blanket, and sleepily smiled at him. Jackson sat up, kissed her on the forehead, and hugged her. He whispered into her ear, "I need to take care of Taff. I'll see to things, and you sleep in a little. It will be a good change."
Sara protested a little as he dressed but eventually said something like thank you. As she cuddled up again, he got the fire going. With Taff following him outside, he took care of the morning chores and last night gave him a pretty good outline about what needed to be done. Unsurprisingly, Sara organized everything, including an efficient routine, just like she played the game. Soon, everything like eggs was collected, the animals were fed, and the horses, hers and his were out in the coral.
Before he got back to the house with some additional packs he'd left out in the barn, he saw Sara up and out chopping more wood for the fireplace, though she had a good-sized stack on the porch. He walked over and gave her a peck on the cheek. "If you don't mind me using some of your eggs, I'd like to make us breakfast."
With that, he headed inside and got to work with her large skillet over the fighter, adding eggs and tomatoes from one of the jars he brought in and also managing to toast a few slices of the sizeable sorrower dough loaf he'd brought with him. These were the last good food supplies he had that he didn't trade with along the trail. He still had plenty of emergency rations and even feed for his horses. The positive of traveling alone was that he could carry plenty, and the low temperatures kept it all fresh. The last item was coffee from South America, and the smell cut through the cabin's air with a warming and enticing taste. He set up two plates at the kitchen table, and though he was spoiling the sheepdog, Taff happily snacked on a slice of toast with an egg.
Jackson sat down across from Sara and smiled. "We can take turns if you like. We'll need to talk about supplies and what we're doing. I hope you like breakfast. Have you had any partners on the trail? I mean, people you worked with for goals or anything like prospecting or hunting?"
