JACK
This is the only way Jack ever plans to drown, and it's as good a way to lose himself as any as far as he's concerned. Only when they draw close to the booth and he knows for certain that those who had been strolling the marketplace have lost either sight or interest in them does he surrender to the full grasp of her thoughts; the Captain is not foolish enough to let lust (his own or anyone else's) derail the layers of caution his built in his mind before he knows it's safe.
But now it is, and he scoffs a laugh to see The Ark slip through the unshuttered serving hatch; he'd been planning to freeze the lock and bust in the door, but it appears she's found an even quicker way to get what they both want. By the time he follows she's already half dragging him against her mouth, Jack succumbing all too willingly to the pull of her body and the thick haze of her mind.
Lips and tongue need no words to describe the things he plans to do with her, the Captain's hands making short and busy work of the buttons of her pants even while the rest of her generous curves fit against the hard line of his body. "It ain't the sea but it's a great view," he rumbles, suddenly parting just enough to turn her to brace against the serving hatch, the endless blue of the Arclight a bright panorama before them.
From behind her, Jack paints a line of greedy kisses along the soft column of her neck, sliding down her pants and evidently feeling little need for foreplay given the hours of teasing already steaming the air between them.
But now it is, and he scoffs a laugh to see The Ark slip through the unshuttered serving hatch; he'd been planning to freeze the lock and bust in the door, but it appears she's found an even quicker way to get what they both want. By the time he follows she's already half dragging him against her mouth, Jack succumbing all too willingly to the pull of her body and the thick haze of her mind.
Lips and tongue need no words to describe the things he plans to do with her, the Captain's hands making short and busy work of the buttons of her pants even while the rest of her generous curves fit against the hard line of his body. "It ain't the sea but it's a great view," he rumbles, suddenly parting just enough to turn her to brace against the serving hatch, the endless blue of the Arclight a bright panorama before them.
From behind her, Jack paints a line of greedy kisses along the soft column of her neck, sliding down her pants and evidently feeling little need for foreplay given the hours of teasing already steaming the air between them.
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!
