You hate what Jack does for a living. You love him, but you're scared to let him get too close to you.

Jack finally tells you that he'll do anything you want him to. Even quit being a secret agent.

Some swearing and innuendo.

.................

You've never kept your feelings a secret from Jack Whiskey about how you felt about him being a damn secret agent.

You understand that he enjoys doing this. But you hate it so much. Every single time he leaves, you're scared to death that he won't come back alive.

You've imagined that moment so many times in your mind. A car pulls up to the house. A somber faced man comes to the door and gives you the awful news: Jack's...dead.

And you completely break, becoming a total wreck. A blubbering, weak mess. And you just can't handle it.

You lie there, watching Jack sleep next to you. You have to smile. He's so handsome. And charming. And suave. And trouble. Major trouble. That's why you fell for him to begin with.

You sigh softly, snuggling up against Jack's body. He stirs and you silently curse yourself for disrupting his sleep. You feel Jack's hands groping around for you.

You kiss his bare shoulder and you hear a soft chuckle. Jack rolls over and you smile.

"What's the matter,  darlin'?" Jack's deep voice is thick with sleep. You just kiss him again.

"Nothing. Go back to sleep."

"Don't lie to me." Jack's tone is now soft but firm. You sigh softly, slipping an arm around his middle.

"I just worry about you."

"It's more than that, isn't it?"

"How'd you know?"

"Because I know you, Y/N." He does.  Sometimes you think Jack Whiskey knows you better than you know yourself.

"Oh, Jack!" You burst out. "Please don't go away again."

"I'll take that into consideration, sweet girl. Now, please try to go back to sleep. I'm here with you right at this moment."

You snuggle up against Jack and try to do as he asks. Wishing with all your heart that he'll do as you asked him to.

..................

Jack is gone for almost two weeks. You're on pins and needles for the entire amount of time he's away. If he'd only do as you asked and give up that dangerous lifestyle.

You know better. Jack may love you. But you also know that he loves doing what he does, too. And you'd be lying if you didn't know what doing that sort of work means to  Jack.

Yet you still desperately want him to just give it up and stay with you. For however long you have left.

................

Jack comes sneaking into the house in the middle of the night, practically causing you to have a heart attack.

"Jack!" You gasped, clutching your chest, your heart hammering away.

He sits down on the bed, reaching out for you. You resist him, pushing away his hands. Jack's face immediately takes on a disappointed look.

"I'm sorry, darlin.' Please don't be upset with me." You reluctantly slide closer to Jack,  who immediately pulls up into his lap.

"Why the hell are you sneaking into the house?" You look over at the clock. It's only two thirty in the morning!

"I didn't want to wake you up." Jack smiles charmingly at you. You just shake your head at him.

You crawl off his lap and crawl back under the blankets. Jack removes his shoes and coat, tossing them on the floor.

Then he snuggles under the blankets next to you.

"I am sorry I woke you up. Do you forgive me?"

"I suppose so." You press closer to him, giving him a gentle kiss. You feel Jack smile. He kisses you back and this time,  you smile.

"Did you catch the bad guys?" You ask as you begin stroking his mustache. You love the way the little hairs feel against your skin.

"We sure did!"

"Good." Jack's arms encircle you and you slowly start to drift back off to sleep, happy that he's back here with you,  safe and sound.

............

Jack's been...injured! And he refuses to go get proper medical treatment,which only infuriates you all the more.

"Jack, I can't take this anymore!" You're trying to bandage up the large gash in his right side and you start to tremble, your fingers shaking.

You're crying , hard by now and Jack,  although he's in pain, moves to gently pull you close and begins stroking your hair.

"I'm okay, Y/N. I am. Ssh. Ssh."

Something inside you snaps and you push Jack away. You know it's going to hurt him, but you just can't you're too upset right now to give a crap.

You reach for a big wad of toilet paper and wipe the still streaming tears from your eyes and blow your nose multiple times.

Jack stands and almost immediately falls backwards. He's lost a lot of blood and you rush to catch him,  not wanting him to hurt himself further.

Jack leans heavily on you as you slowly help ease him down on to the bed. His face is white and you're frightened that he'll pass out on you.

You ease yourself down next to him, carefully cradling his wounded body in your arms. Jack gives you a wane smile.

"I'm sorry," you whisper. Jack gently presses his lips to your forehead and you burst into tears all over again.

"I'll stop." You're not sure what he means at first. He'll stop..what?

"What will you  stop?" You touch his lips and mustache.

"The whole secret agent thing. I'll stop." You don't believe him.

"Jack, are you positive you can?"

"No," he admits. "But for you,  I'll do it. I'll do whatever you ask, darlin.'"  You gently kiss him and Jack grins, looking more like himself.

"Oh, Jack. I want you to be finished with this  shit.  For good. I want us to have a good life together."

Jack holds you by the waist and kisses you passionately. He gazes deeply into your eyes and you can see it: the sincerity and longing.

"I want that, too, my beautiful girl."

You carefully hug him, not wanting to cause him anymore pain. Jack just holds you close. He kisses the top of your head.

"Good. You're stuck with me now,  Jack Whiskey." Jack chuckles softly and tilts your head up, kissing you once more.

"That sounds something I can get behind."