JACK
The answer to Flora's question, as it happens, is yes, but. The good captain's magic might be active whilst he's sleeping - probably more so than at any other time, without his deliberate mental barriers in place - but he's still very much asleep. It's only if something dangerous or unusual (or apparently sexy, Flora) starts thinking very loudly nearby that he's likely to stir, just as someone whispering in an ordinary person's ear might wake them.
However, without the adrenaline of an immediate fight or crisis to lurch him into wakefulness, Jack's realisation of the siren outside his door is more gradual. Blue eyes open slowly, as if mistaking Flora's thoughts for a dream, until the images that dance through his mind become more intentional, curling a catlike smile across his face.
He doesn't know what has brought the Doubletake to his door tonight and he won't care until much later on; already the panorama of ripping lace and greedy hands and lips dragging across her inner thighs is enough to wake him in all the right places, Jack rolling from his bunk and straightening into a lazy stretch.
The door to the cabin opens to reveal the captain in a pair of unbuttoned pants sitting low on his hips, already tenting quite obviously at the front. With dark hair tousled by sleep and blue eyes still not entirely tuned into the world at large, he tilts his head at the seemingly empty space, raising an eyebrow before stepping back as if to welcome in the open air, waiting for it to reveal itself as golden curls and deep red satin.
However, without the adrenaline of an immediate fight or crisis to lurch him into wakefulness, Jack's realisation of the siren outside his door is more gradual. Blue eyes open slowly, as if mistaking Flora's thoughts for a dream, until the images that dance through his mind become more intentional, curling a catlike smile across his face.
He doesn't know what has brought the Doubletake to his door tonight and he won't care until much later on; already the panorama of ripping lace and greedy hands and lips dragging across her inner thighs is enough to wake him in all the right places, Jack rolling from his bunk and straightening into a lazy stretch.
The door to the cabin opens to reveal the captain in a pair of unbuttoned pants sitting low on his hips, already tenting quite obviously at the front. With dark hair tousled by sleep and blue eyes still not entirely tuned into the world at large, he tilts his head at the seemingly empty space, raising an eyebrow before stepping back as if to welcome in the open air, waiting for it to reveal itself as golden curls and deep red satin.
sometimes we put our hearts in the wrong places
(what the fuck is it doing between your teeth?)
(what the fuck is it doing between your teeth?)
Code stolen from Queen Sky
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
