JACK
"Oh, it's plenty the same," Jack assures her, his smile something easy and impossible to wipe away now. "I just don't reckon you'd get the same reaction from him as someone with less curves." Still, it's just as she's said - heat is heat, and the Captain is relaxing despite himself as she leans into him, as they lean against the bow of the ship as if they've stood here thousands of times. And they have, in truth, just... never as physically as this.
But as she glances up at him, candid, unashamed, all frustration and upset forgotten, and suggests she go somewhere else? The cold The Ark had been yearning for appears all at once then, frost against Jack's fingers in her hair, his hand a line of cold at her hip, and he hitches in a breath that rides out on an apologetic laugh. "There ain't a single bit of you that needs patchin'," he tells her simply. "That's an insult to my upkeep of you. This is just just a new course you're on. Gotta get a feel for the weather an' the waves, then you'll be all set."
And they've learned the rest together, so why not this?
But as she glances up at him, candid, unashamed, all frustration and upset forgotten, and suggests she go somewhere else? The cold The Ark had been yearning for appears all at once then, frost against Jack's fingers in her hair, his hand a line of cold at her hip, and he hitches in a breath that rides out on an apologetic laugh. "There ain't a single bit of you that needs patchin'," he tells her simply. "That's an insult to my upkeep of you. This is just just a new course you're on. Gotta get a feel for the weather an' the waves, then you'll be all set."
And they've learned the rest together, so why not this?
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!
