JACK
see me falling
yeah, down and lonely
yeah, down and lonely
"Not all of 'em can see you," Jack points out through a whisper, "and there might be more beyond my range. More than one of 'em is busy under a table, I can say that much for sure." Not that it matters, especially as Flora sits back to draw her sweater over her head, giving Jack a chance at his first taste of whiskey. And of course it's good - this is Sunjata's place, after all - though the captain is soon flooded once more by thoughts of appreciation, arousal, and of course, Flora's decadent need to be seen front and centre.
"No, but now I'm startin' to," he mutters, taking another sip of his drink before leaning in to lavish kisses against her throat and between her breasts, his free hand clasped against the arch of her back. "Now they're wishin' they were me." He chuckles darkly. "I can't say I blame 'em."
"No, but now I'm startin' to," he mutters, taking another sip of his drink before leaning in to lavish kisses against her throat and between her breasts, his free hand clasped against the arch of her back. "Now they're wishin' they were me." He chuckles darkly. "I can't say I blame 'em."
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!
