JACK
Unwilling to entertain his first mate's surly personality and dark past when there is literal fuckery to be had, as The Ark commits fully to their verbal kiss-chase, Jack rewards her with an indulgent smile of his own. "Watchin', undressin', maybe offerin' some unsolicited opinions. Y'know, just gettin' into the spirit of it," he says, as if the sheer domesticity of it (with or without fucking her in one of the dressing rooms) is nothing more than a fun diversion from their last few seasons.
She rises to her feet and Jack welcomes her beneath his arm without a word, passing off his ice cream to a passer-by who, so surprised to be handed something without notice, takes it before he realises what he's done. The Captain, in the meantime, tips his head down just enough for The Ark to drip treacle into his ear, her words enough to have his fingers spreading warmly and possessively across her hip where they've staked their claim.
"In the sea, on the shore, in one of the fountains..." He lists them like an inevitable checklist rather than possibilities, gaze already following hers to one of the colourful shacks with a smirk kicking up the corner of his mouth. "As if you'd let them miss out on hearin' it no matter where we went," he mutters, hand straying to the curve of her ass to give it a generous squeeze before meandering down towards one of the booths in question, leaving it to The Ark to pick which colour she'd like to be fucked in.
She rises to her feet and Jack welcomes her beneath his arm without a word, passing off his ice cream to a passer-by who, so surprised to be handed something without notice, takes it before he realises what he's done. The Captain, in the meantime, tips his head down just enough for The Ark to drip treacle into his ear, her words enough to have his fingers spreading warmly and possessively across her hip where they've staked their claim.
"In the sea, on the shore, in one of the fountains..." He lists them like an inevitable checklist rather than possibilities, gaze already following hers to one of the colourful shacks with a smirk kicking up the corner of his mouth. "As if you'd let them miss out on hearin' it no matter where we went," he mutters, hand straying to the curve of her ass to give it a generous squeeze before meandering down towards one of the booths in question, leaving it to The Ark to pick which colour she'd like to be fucked in.
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!
