full speed ahead 'til I'm dead in the fast lane
Let it never be said that Jack Barclay doesn't get what's coming to him eventually.
It's one of those dawning occasions where he can hear what's about to happen next, and has absolutely no way of preventing it. At least he can brace himself, as Flora's thoughts materialise in a violent gale that yanks his feet out from under him, and as he's slammed to the ground (conveniently before her on the couch, how about that), he's thankfully not as winded as he might be.
"That a parlour trick too?" He groans, appropriately chastised (and secretly seething, maybe, he doesn't really know right now), getting himself to his knees to gaze up at her. Whether Flora finds that a turn-on or not will remain to be seen; either way, with a sly smile, Jack will run a warm and calloused hand across her smooth smooth calf, raising an eyebrow suggestively.
It's one of those dawning occasions where he can hear what's about to happen next, and has absolutely no way of preventing it. At least he can brace himself, as Flora's thoughts materialise in a violent gale that yanks his feet out from under him, and as he's slammed to the ground (conveniently before her on the couch, how about that), he's thankfully not as winded as he might be.
"That a parlour trick too?" He groans, appropriately chastised (and secretly seething, maybe, he doesn't really know right now), getting himself to his knees to gaze up at her. Whether Flora finds that a turn-on or not will remain to be seen; either way, with a sly smile, Jack will run a warm and calloused hand across her smooth smooth calf, raising an eyebrow suggestively.
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
