i want to taste you again
"Make sure you're on it when the tide's out for two of 'em," Jack replies curtly as he starts to roll the map of Rae's Fingers back up, leaving Finch with the piecemeal sketches of the tunnels and their caches. "For the third you'll need to wait for it to come in." Which will involve swimming and all manner of other danger, but that isn't Jack's problem.
The young thief's mind is already twisting like so many pins and tumblers in a lock, and as the Captain steps across to put the scroll with his other maps, he doesn't bother to hide the catlike smirk that curls across his lips. Finch is a sharp tack dealt a bad hand, of that there's no doubt, and if anything Jack has been lucky that he'd found himself in precisely the sort of trouble that put him in his debt - or at least under his thumb for a time.
Of course, like all sharp tacks, there's a burr or two to contend with, and in Finch's case, it's that his mouth won't learn what his mind has already figured out: when to shut the fuck up.
"If I took you up on that offer, that slick confidence would wither quicker than your dick on a cold day," he points out, returning to the table and taking the cigarette from his lips to stub it out in the tray. "So unless you're suddenly braver'n we both know you are, get the fuck off my ship, Finch."
The young thief's mind is already twisting like so many pins and tumblers in a lock, and as the Captain steps across to put the scroll with his other maps, he doesn't bother to hide the catlike smirk that curls across his lips. Finch is a sharp tack dealt a bad hand, of that there's no doubt, and if anything Jack has been lucky that he'd found himself in precisely the sort of trouble that put him in his debt - or at least under his thumb for a time.
Of course, like all sharp tacks, there's a burr or two to contend with, and in Finch's case, it's that his mouth won't learn what his mind has already figured out: when to shut the fuck up.
"If I took you up on that offer, that slick confidence would wither quicker than your dick on a cold day," he points out, returning to the table and taking the cigarette from his lips to stub it out in the tray. "So unless you're suddenly braver'n we both know you are, get the fuck off my ship, Finch."
like a secret or a sin
JACK
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
