JACK
Smirking to see his - now her - ring hop from one finger to the next in search of a home, with both of his hands free Jack is able to take the cigarette from his lips, flicking the ash onto the pier beside them. The Ark glances up, distracted, and he nods over her shoulder at the waiting lemon sorbet, stepping forward to (obviously) pay the vendor while she ignores utensils and decorum and causes a number of heads to start turning immediately. Jack knows, because Jack can fucking sense them.
Glancing back to her in time to see her tongue disappear into the lemon and her full lips seal over the opening of it, the urge to strike the merchant is almost impossible to ignore; the man has the good sense to turn his eyes down when Jack's attention lands on him, but gods if it isn't going to replay in his mind for the rest of the day. Inhaling a long, deep breath and forcing it out again, the Captain finally returns to The Ark's side, his arm tucking back around her waist automatically.
"Hm?" He gazes down at her over the rim of his sunglasses, at the sorbet glistening on her lips, and gods if every man, woman or otherwise doesn't know what's going to happen next, they've got to be blind. "Sure," Jack murmurs, but of course before she can raise the sorbet towards him he's leaning in to taste it from her lips himself.
It isn't quite a kiss but it definitely isn't not one, his tongue sampling the cold, sweet citrus against the warmth of her mouth, fingers clasping her closer against him. Jack draws back, of course, like this is something ordinary or everyday. Regardless of how he feels about it, what he wants is for everyone else to know where and where not to look.
Glancing back to her in time to see her tongue disappear into the lemon and her full lips seal over the opening of it, the urge to strike the merchant is almost impossible to ignore; the man has the good sense to turn his eyes down when Jack's attention lands on him, but gods if it isn't going to replay in his mind for the rest of the day. Inhaling a long, deep breath and forcing it out again, the Captain finally returns to The Ark's side, his arm tucking back around her waist automatically.
"Hm?" He gazes down at her over the rim of his sunglasses, at the sorbet glistening on her lips, and gods if every man, woman or otherwise doesn't know what's going to happen next, they've got to be blind. "Sure," Jack murmurs, but of course before she can raise the sorbet towards him he's leaning in to taste it from her lips himself.
It isn't quite a kiss but it definitely isn't not one, his tongue sampling the cold, sweet citrus against the warmth of her mouth, fingers clasping her closer against him. Jack draws back, of course, like this is something ordinary or everyday. Regardless of how he feels about it, what he wants is for everyone else to know where and where not to look.
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!
