i want to taste you again
"Given that I pay for your company, love, I reckon fair's got very little to do with it," Jack drawls in a voice like roughened honey, though there's no doubt that he knows exactly what he is in this game of spider and fly. So as her touch ghosts over him (which he's sure is lovely and all that, but he can't feel shit) and her mind goes to the places he likes best, Jack's in a bit of a predicament. Perhaps that's why he opts for the literal interpretation of her request; rather than leaning in to close the distance between them, Jack steps back.
With deft fingers, he sheds his shirt (leaving him in just the open waistcoat, which is fine - it's got all the important stuff in it) so he can hand it, still warm, across to Maeve. Beneath there are scars, there are tattoos; a body that tells a story that goes far beyond the sea. "Your memento," he murmurs, arching an eyebrow as if to ask her if that will do.
With deft fingers, he sheds his shirt (leaving him in just the open waistcoat, which is fine - it's got all the important stuff in it) so he can hand it, still warm, across to Maeve. Beneath there are scars, there are tattoos; a body that tells a story that goes far beyond the sea. "Your memento," he murmurs, arching an eyebrow as if to ask her if that will do.
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!
