full speed ahead 'til I'm dead in the fast lane
One might expect someone like Jack to continue regardless, or to merely coerce or laugh off her insecurities or gods, any other distinctly Jack-like behaviours. But as the icy shard of panic in her belly serves to wilt his own arousal by default, the captain pauses with his head lolling against the inside of her left knee, having been leaving a string of kisses that should have led somewhere very fun indeed.
He does consider getting up and leaving, honestly, because if this is going to be another game of blue balls, he's out, and the brothel is real close by. But Jack is nothing if not an ambitious sort, and maybe some part of him wants this just because he shouldn't have it, because it's dangerous and stupid and again, he really shouldn't have it.
"What do you want?" he drawls, his fingers drifting down the length of her smooth smooth calf.
He does consider getting up and leaving, honestly, because if this is going to be another game of blue balls, he's out, and the brothel is real close by. But Jack is nothing if not an ambitious sort, and maybe some part of him wants this just because he shouldn't have it, because it's dangerous and stupid and again, he really shouldn't have it.
"What do you want?" he drawls, his fingers drifting down the length of her smooth smooth calf.
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
