JACK
see me falling
yeah, down and lonely
yeah, down and lonely
More than content to play the part Flora asks of him, and not just because she can yank on his metaphorical chain whenever she pleases, Jack blames his sudden craving for the Doubletake on the flavour of her thoughts and the adrenaline rush that comes with living, perhaps, for a little longer with his empire intact. As such, it's with a devilish smile half hidden by Flora's shoulder that he 'helps' her out of her coat, not bothering with his own (unbuttoning it will have to be enough) and trailing after her into the common area with a guiding hand against the curve of her ass.
"Leave 'em open," he mumbles of the velvet curtains, slipping an arm around her waist to draw her back against him again, where she'll be able to feel the physical effect of her lascivious daydreams and then some. "How long do you want to spend here?" he wonders. Long enough for him to sneak a hand down her jeans, or to bury his head between her thighs, perhaps?
"Leave 'em open," he mumbles of the velvet curtains, slipping an arm around her waist to draw her back against him again, where she'll be able to feel the physical effect of her lascivious daydreams and then some. "How long do you want to spend here?" he wonders. Long enough for him to sneak a hand down her jeans, or to bury his head between her thighs, perhaps?
are the angels on their way?
i’m in the dirt
i’m in the dirt
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
