i want to taste you again
"Maybe you will, love," Jack says, tilting his head as he gazes over her and imagines her wearing little more than the sun-bleached linen. "Maybe I'll rip it off with my teeth." Flirting feels too good - it reminds Jack of the reasons why he might want to get rid of the curse that he's shouldered for seasons now.
But regret doesn't make it any more possible to do that right now, and so with a touch of reluctance he straightens up from the counter, carefully buttoning his waistcoat regardless of the fact that there's now nothing beneath it.
"Well, Maeve. Pleasure as it was - and pleasure as it might be when I come back - a sailor's got work to do." Because that's what Jack is. Just a sailor. Nothing more, nothing less - and if you believe that, shame on you.
But regret doesn't make it any more possible to do that right now, and so with a touch of reluctance he straightens up from the counter, carefully buttoning his waistcoat regardless of the fact that there's now nothing beneath it.
"Well, Maeve. Pleasure as it was - and pleasure as it might be when I come back - a sailor's got work to do." Because that's what Jack is. Just a sailor. Nothing more, nothing less - and if you believe that, shame on you.
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!
