JACK
"Mm, someone probably does," Jack agrees, glancing up as his ship looms into view, and given how close Flora is currently pressed against him - not to mention the recently changed nature of their relationship - she'll undoubtedly feel some buried string of tension easing throughout the captain's body. It's no secret that The Ark is one of the few things that has real sentimental value to Jack, but more than that, she's as close to home as it gets for him. "I know when it is, for example. So you might just ask." And he might just tell her, since they're being so candid with each other now.
As for his daughters, he lets out a dark laugh and follows Flora up the gangplank on confident steps. "Vesper bribed me to be hospitable," he clarifies, holding up his hand where the unrefined stone of mageglass twinkles dimly in the twilight. "Though don't get ahead of yourself - they might look the same age as you, but you got years of real experience on 'em." Just an hour in Vesper's company had proven that much.
Finding himself pulled onto the ship and raising his eyebrows as he follows, the words skeleton crew have never been more apt, given that barely two sets of eyes glance up to notice the captain and the Doubletake's arrival. His hands are back on her in moments, greedily roaming over the thin material of her sundress and the curves barely hiding beneath them as he draws her flush against his body.
"I don't think that's true, love," he whispers, leaning in so the words are lost to anyone but her. "Things are always about me." It's arrogant and overconfident and precisely the sort of attitude that has gotten him this far, and the smile in his voice is positively devilish. "If gagging yourself on my cock would make you happy, rest assured I'll be very pleased with you," he continues, grasping her hand to press it against the front of his pants, where his arousal is already hard and apparent. "It's right here if you want it."
As for his daughters, he lets out a dark laugh and follows Flora up the gangplank on confident steps. "Vesper bribed me to be hospitable," he clarifies, holding up his hand where the unrefined stone of mageglass twinkles dimly in the twilight. "Though don't get ahead of yourself - they might look the same age as you, but you got years of real experience on 'em." Just an hour in Vesper's company had proven that much.
Finding himself pulled onto the ship and raising his eyebrows as he follows, the words skeleton crew have never been more apt, given that barely two sets of eyes glance up to notice the captain and the Doubletake's arrival. His hands are back on her in moments, greedily roaming over the thin material of her sundress and the curves barely hiding beneath them as he draws her flush against his body.
"I don't think that's true, love," he whispers, leaning in so the words are lost to anyone but her. "Things are always about me." It's arrogant and overconfident and precisely the sort of attitude that has gotten him this far, and the smile in his voice is positively devilish. "If gagging yourself on my cock would make you happy, rest assured I'll be very pleased with you," he continues, grasping her hand to press it against the front of his pants, where his arousal is already hard and apparent. "It's right here if you want it."
romancing yourself is possible, narcissistic
and recommended
and recommended
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
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