Prompt for December 1: Turning the Calendar Page
For once, Jack had a long, luxurious Thanksgiving weekend in the states with not a single crisis. The rest of the Brooklyn-based Torchwood team was… off doing whatever they did when they weren’t here, which gave him plenty of time and flat surfaces to explore with Castiel.
He came upstairs early on Monday morning to an unhurried sunrise overlooking the East River, and a frosty December First. He could barely remember how it felt to wake up sore and used, but Jack supposed if he still could, he would at this moment. His mind certainly matched that feeling: smug, naughty amusement wrapped in a contented warm buzz.
Castiel was busy far earlier than Jack, dialing up the heat in their working spaces, brewing coffee. He was dressed; Jack still (mostly) wasn’t. He also showered, which Jack felt was an effort of supreme dedication on such a cold morning. Castiel pushed a mug of coffee at Jack with a slow kiss on one circuit of the room, and watching him, Jack felt a little bit like Danny Kaye in White Christmas. He’d released a monster when he agreed to found Torchwood again with Castiel at his side. The man liked the work and took to it with a passion Jack wished of most humans. Gwen would be jealous, and rightly so. In a few short years, Castiel adapted an old sugar factory into a new headquarters, helped Jack find and cultivate a new team, and organized recovery and transport projects to consolidate what was left of the Torchwood Archive.