JACK
"Of that I have no doubt," Jack rumbles, a sly smile on his lips as they emerge out into the open air. In fact, he'd quite enjoy seeing it, so consider his offer of a box retracted. No sooner have they hit the deck, though, when all eyes are upon The Ark; not just all eyes, in fact, all minds navigate towards her like compass needles seeking north. She remains as a gentle warmth beneath his arm, but even Jack is not immune to this sort of magic at such short range, and especially when he hasn't seen it coming.
For a second it's like standing next to a tropical storm or the beacon from a lighthouse; fiery and tempting, promising safe harbour but threatening ruin to get to it, and the Captain's fingers tighten ever so slightly against her hip as that flush of desire drips down the back of his throat and lodges firmly at the base of his spine. Letting her go is an exercise in discipline, and she's prowling away before he can catch her again, and so, biting down the flood of possessive interest that has suddenly seized him, Jack purposely takes himself in the other direction.
With a fresh drink in hand, he settles himself amid a stack of crates that have been arranged to create seating, the Captain nestled there like the king of this particular bit of underworld, and he watches with a front row view as Bassian finds himself tied in knots by the siren in his lap. Laughing breathlessly over the rim of his glass, the big man's mind is a mess of guilt, shame, desire and just a little bit of fear - and that's a sign of a job very well done, in Jack's book.
"If you got time to stare at her tits you got time to swab her decks," he calls out as if to snap the attention back away from her voluptuous figure - and perhaps the tone is a little sharper than usual. "And no, that ain't an innuendo."
For a second it's like standing next to a tropical storm or the beacon from a lighthouse; fiery and tempting, promising safe harbour but threatening ruin to get to it, and the Captain's fingers tighten ever so slightly against her hip as that flush of desire drips down the back of his throat and lodges firmly at the base of his spine. Letting her go is an exercise in discipline, and she's prowling away before he can catch her again, and so, biting down the flood of possessive interest that has suddenly seized him, Jack purposely takes himself in the other direction.
With a fresh drink in hand, he settles himself amid a stack of crates that have been arranged to create seating, the Captain nestled there like the king of this particular bit of underworld, and he watches with a front row view as Bassian finds himself tied in knots by the siren in his lap. Laughing breathlessly over the rim of his glass, the big man's mind is a mess of guilt, shame, desire and just a little bit of fear - and that's a sign of a job very well done, in Jack's book.
"If you got time to stare at her tits you got time to swab her decks," he calls out as if to snap the attention back away from her voluptuous figure - and perhaps the tone is a little sharper than usual. "And no, that ain't an innuendo."
fight so dirty but you love so sweet
talk so pretty but your heart got teeth
talk so pretty but your heart got teeth
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
