Blinking slowly up at Eloise, Jack belatedly realised that they were talking across vastly different topics, and he snorted out a laugh. Run of the mill sex was sex - he’d not give it some weird euphemism. [say]”Never you mind your pretty little head about it,”[/say] he said with a filthy grin. [say]”And you were the only woman on my ship. Sorry, love - you got competition now. One of the new ones has wings an’ everythin’.”[/say] Consider her point about ferreting the new crew out bull and void.
Her longing made the illusion more sloppy and, woozily, Jack closed his eyes against it. [say]”Me neither,”[/say] he agreed, unusually solemn. Torchline was great but there were too many unknown variables, too many things he couldn’t control. And it would surprise no one to learn that the captain liked to be in control.
Her longing made the illusion more sloppy and, woozily, Jack closed his eyes against it. [say]”Me neither,”[/say] he agreed, unusually solemn. Torchline was great but there were too many unknown variables, too many things he couldn’t control. And it would surprise no one to learn that the captain liked to be in control.
