JACK
"At what point does it just become our ring?" Jack wonders, the amusement in his tone not necessarily all for show given how many times he's tip-toed around invisibly thanks to their sharing of jewellery. Not that his mageglass ring will do anything for the Doubletake, but providing he's not planning to cause a literal storm at the time, she's welcome to wear it.
But then suddenly her eyes are on his, more smouldering embers than wildfire, and as their lips meet and she melts against him, the captain is wrapped in the sort of golden warmth that might well have taken the world from beneath his feet were it not for the steadying presence of the desk behind him. He's rifled through Flora's feelings dozens of times before now, of course - envy, lust, upset, joy - but even the bubble of love that had burned in her chest and throat for him felt as if it could be kept at arm's length.
Not this, though, and although it likely wouldn't surprise Flora one bit to discover that Jack has never had anyone care about him enough to feel protective, its heat and richness nonetheless take him by surprise. "He was right about one thing, y'know," he murmurs as they part, if only for a few seconds. "You're far too good for me." But it doesn't stop his hands from wandering at all.
But then suddenly her eyes are on his, more smouldering embers than wildfire, and as their lips meet and she melts against him, the captain is wrapped in the sort of golden warmth that might well have taken the world from beneath his feet were it not for the steadying presence of the desk behind him. He's rifled through Flora's feelings dozens of times before now, of course - envy, lust, upset, joy - but even the bubble of love that had burned in her chest and throat for him felt as if it could be kept at arm's length.
Not this, though, and although it likely wouldn't surprise Flora one bit to discover that Jack has never had anyone care about him enough to feel protective, its heat and richness nonetheless take him by surprise. "He was right about one thing, y'know," he murmurs as they part, if only for a few seconds. "You're far too good for me." But it doesn't stop his hands from wandering at all.
when I look at something, I see it for what it could be
when I look at something, I see how it ends
when I look at something, I see how it ends
Code stolen from Queen Sky
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
