Eloise
Eloise narrowed her eyes at that, wondering what the preemptive warning was meant to foreshadow. Probably some stupid assignment he had for her that she'd interpret as being insulting (because it would be). But if he didn't want the 'threat' of her fists, then why tell her to—
—oh. That was why.
For a minute Eloise was too stunned to do much of anything, least of all kiss him back. He tasted like rum unsurprisingly, and though it was more or less what she had asked for, it was still Jack and she...well. She had no fucking idea how she felt about that.
Her body did though.
As her lips parted and her tongue slid forward against his, Jack would feel...a dampening. A quieting. Her thoughts were hushed possibly because of his lips against hers, but the lazy thoughts of the crew? The noise of his magic? Hushed.
—oh. That was why.
For a minute Eloise was too stunned to do much of anything, least of all kiss him back. He tasted like rum unsurprisingly, and though it was more or less what she had asked for, it was still Jack and she...well. She had no fucking idea how she felt about that.
Her body did though.
As her lips parted and her tongue slid forward against his, Jack would feel...a dampening. A quieting. Her thoughts were hushed possibly because of his lips against hers, but the lazy thoughts of the crew? The noise of his magic? Hushed.
I bury hatchets but I keep maps of where I put 'em
