JACK
He can't hold her properly - not with the claw marks carving deep trenches down her back - but Jack's nothing if not the resourceful sort, and he's got a good feeling that Flora won't mind if the hand that grazes against her hip sweeps around to cup her backside instead. "I believe it," he murmurs, his voice muffled against the silken sweep of her hair, the words murmured like kisses into the gossamer strands. "And I'll kill anyone for much, much less. But we both already knew that."
When she draws back, he's ready with his free hand to fix her running mascara, fingers brushing across her lips even as they spill out the truth of it, the heartbreaking logic that stacks like building blocks that spell out NO CHANCE. It's the sort of cool reasoning that Jack has been begging her for all this time, and he's never wished more that she'd not bothered to learn it. At least not until after this conversation.
"I'd still let you," he says softly. "And for what it's worth, I spend quite a lot of time feelin' like shit anyway, so one more thing wouldn't tip the scales." None of that, though, changes the inevitability of when it might all become too much again, and because Jack doesn't want to admit as much, he leans in instead and presses a slow, too sweet kiss to her lips.
When she draws back, he's ready with his free hand to fix her running mascara, fingers brushing across her lips even as they spill out the truth of it, the heartbreaking logic that stacks like building blocks that spell out NO CHANCE. It's the sort of cool reasoning that Jack has been begging her for all this time, and he's never wished more that she'd not bothered to learn it. At least not until after this conversation.
"I'd still let you," he says softly. "And for what it's worth, I spend quite a lot of time feelin' like shit anyway, so one more thing wouldn't tip the scales." None of that, though, changes the inevitability of when it might all become too much again, and because Jack doesn't want to admit as much, he leans in instead and presses a slow, too sweet kiss to her lips.
no more than I was or than I want to be
when you fall on me like night, I wanna kill the lights
when you fall on me like night, I wanna kill the lights
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
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