JACK
"I have," Jack agrees easily, the ghost of a smile tugging at his lips that turns ever so slightly apologetic for the crime against her fiery hair, "but you ain't ever looked quite like this, love." She's never been able to feel quite like this either, and though he doesn't doubt that if they were to get up to the sort of thing he'd do at the House of Midnight that she'd enjoy it, there's something to be said for not rushing things. Not with this, not with her.
And yet despite all that, his knees spread a bit as she slinks forward to stand before him, all wild blue eyes and voluptuous curves hugging the linen of his shirt, smelling like the night breeze and the sea and his cologne. Jack's eyes narrow a fraction, taking the challenge in her words and considering it for a moment, before hissing out a laugh and letting it go with quiet reluctance. "I took plenty of risks to get you here like this," he reminds her; racing to breaking point up at the Cordillera, baiting a banshee into a fight, murdering a soldier in cold blood.
"Give a guy a break for a night." Smirking, Jack straightens up again as she leaves for his bunk, kicking off his boots and tugging his shirt over his head. Despite heat and habit, though, he wisely opts to keep his pants on, especially when he glances over to see her at the tail end of the bed like every temptation known to man. "I feel like you're doin' this on purpose now," he says, pinching the bridge of his nose and moving to sink down onto the side of the bunk, scoffing under his breath. "Your head goes where the pillows are - your neck will thank you in the mornin'."
And yet despite all that, his knees spread a bit as she slinks forward to stand before him, all wild blue eyes and voluptuous curves hugging the linen of his shirt, smelling like the night breeze and the sea and his cologne. Jack's eyes narrow a fraction, taking the challenge in her words and considering it for a moment, before hissing out a laugh and letting it go with quiet reluctance. "I took plenty of risks to get you here like this," he reminds her; racing to breaking point up at the Cordillera, baiting a banshee into a fight, murdering a soldier in cold blood.
"Give a guy a break for a night." Smirking, Jack straightens up again as she leaves for his bunk, kicking off his boots and tugging his shirt over his head. Despite heat and habit, though, he wisely opts to keep his pants on, especially when he glances over to see her at the tail end of the bed like every temptation known to man. "I feel like you're doin' this on purpose now," he says, pinching the bridge of his nose and moving to sink down onto the side of the bunk, scoffing under his breath. "Your head goes where the pillows are - your neck will thank you in the mornin'."
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!
