JACK
"Mmmmmhm," Jack drawls, already pointedly looking in another window as if to make sure Flora knows how funny she is(n't), though the amused quirk of his lips gives the game away somewhat. It's a smile that fades by degrees as he senses her thoughts shift through the bright sparks of surprised, through to consideration and then all the way towards insecurity, and by the time she's drawing them to a stop the captain's attention is back on her, expectant and waiting.
As she pulls him close - a gesture he's still not entirely comfortable with but one he's getting more used to by the day (funny how that works, isn't it Jack?) - he reaches up to gently brush her hair back and behind her ears, as if being able to say it to her face without anything - even aesthetics - in the way is important. "No," he says plainly, "I don't." Smirking and expecting her not to believe him even though she's got a ring to prove otherwise, he at least has the good grace to clarify.
"Remember right at the beginnin' of all of this, when you found out exactly what I liked and why?" What he likes being whatever pleasurable thoughts his partner wants to lavish upon them both at the time. "You might be young, and you might be inexperienced in some ways, though far from all, but what's in your head is nowhere near too young for me. Helps that you're hot as fuck as well, mind you." He shrugs, his thumb ghosting along her jaw to tip her chin up so he can look her in the eye. "Why, do you?"
As she pulls him close - a gesture he's still not entirely comfortable with but one he's getting more used to by the day (funny how that works, isn't it Jack?) - he reaches up to gently brush her hair back and behind her ears, as if being able to say it to her face without anything - even aesthetics - in the way is important. "No," he says plainly, "I don't." Smirking and expecting her not to believe him even though she's got a ring to prove otherwise, he at least has the good grace to clarify.
"Remember right at the beginnin' of all of this, when you found out exactly what I liked and why?" What he likes being whatever pleasurable thoughts his partner wants to lavish upon them both at the time. "You might be young, and you might be inexperienced in some ways, though far from all, but what's in your head is nowhere near too young for me. Helps that you're hot as fuck as well, mind you." He shrugs, his thumb ghosting along her jaw to tip her chin up so he can look her in the eye. "Why, do you?"
it's not your fault that you're always wrong
the weak ones are there to justify the strong
the weak ones are there to justify the strong
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
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