[Since he and Cougar had done the deed and make their little claim staking with each other, there had been more than one night when Jensen had woken up, covered in sweat, reeking of terror as he crawled out of a nightmare where he lost Cougar. A mission gone wrong. There were tears when it was his fault. He was too late. He did something wrong. And he had nothing but a cooling body to remind him of what a fuckup he was. It was always his wolf that woke him, forcing him up to go search out and find Cougar to reassure them both he was okay. He never woke him up then, or tried not to. Just had to see him. Hear him breathing. He didn't go back to sleep after that, just tried to distract himself with code or something to do. He hated those nights.
Jensen wouldn't handle losing Cougar and he hoped he never had to prove it. He rolled over onto his back when Cougar pressed him, smiling as he kept his arm around his mate, pulling him onto him and tangling a leg with his.]
Ibiza. I'll talk to Clay after the next mission. Sound good?
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Jensen wouldn't handle losing Cougar and he hoped he never had to prove it. He rolled over onto his back when Cougar pressed him, smiling as he kept his arm around his mate, pulling him onto him and tangling a leg with his.]
Ibiza. I'll talk to Clay after the next mission. Sound good?