JACK
With the clothes handed off Jack retreats to watch and see what she's learned; if nothing else, the tailor has taught her well how to get into and out of garments, her movements easy and confident if no less curious for it. Lace and leather slide along skin he knows is soft as silk, the blouse both clinging and loose in its suggestions of her considerable curves. The Captain is already watching with approval even before she laces her boots, but although the look of her is mouthwatering, of course Jack is more interested in what she thinks about it.
Her hands skim the different textures, the cool material against warm flesh, and her enjoyment ripples down the length of his magic and pools there, already drawing him closer even before she turns, triumphant, and presents herself to him. "Well?" he repeats, finding himself standing before her, teasing a stray lock of fiery hair out of her face. "I already knew I liked 'em and how they'd look on you," he objects, sunglasses slipping low enough for him to pin her in the endless ocean of his eyes
"What'd you think?" he asks. "Does it make the cut?"
Her hands skim the different textures, the cool material against warm flesh, and her enjoyment ripples down the length of his magic and pools there, already drawing him closer even before she turns, triumphant, and presents herself to him. "Well?" he repeats, finding himself standing before her, teasing a stray lock of fiery hair out of her face. "I already knew I liked 'em and how they'd look on you," he objects, sunglasses slipping low enough for him to pin her in the endless ocean of his eyes
"What'd you think?" he asks. "Does it make the cut?"
you're the last of a dying breed; write our names in the wet concrete
I wonder if your therapist knows everything about me
I wonder if your therapist knows everything about me
Code stolen from Queen Sky
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
