Eloise
Had anyone wondered whether or not blackmail got Jack hard, Eloise now had a definitive answer. Still, cuddles were cuddles, and the illusionist was all but starved for attention, cut off from everyone as she more or less was as Jack's dog, prized or not.
"Oh, look, he speaks." Eloise huffed, not at all surprised that his first words to her were shut up. However as he scrambled over her, all dangling balls and morning breath, she did promptly as she was told. No telepathy was needed to tell that something was wrong.
Sitting up silently as well, amused at the sight of Jack's bare ass as he slid off the bed, Eloise cocked her head to the side to listen, doing her level best not to think anything at all, even if it meant concentrating on the sound of blood in her ears. If someone was out there who shouldn't be, or if something was going on that had caught Jack's attention, the last thing she needed to be reprimanded for was thinking about his lily-white ass too loudly.
"Oh, look, he speaks." Eloise huffed, not at all surprised that his first words to her were shut up. However as he scrambled over her, all dangling balls and morning breath, she did promptly as she was told. No telepathy was needed to tell that something was wrong.
Sitting up silently as well, amused at the sight of Jack's bare ass as he slid off the bed, Eloise cocked her head to the side to listen, doing her level best not to think anything at all, even if it meant concentrating on the sound of blood in her ears. If someone was out there who shouldn't be, or if something was going on that had caught Jack's attention, the last thing she needed to be reprimanded for was thinking about his lily-white ass too loudly.
I bury hatchets but I keep maps of where I put 'em
