you'll breathe easier just knowing that the worst is all behind you
& the waves that tossed the raft all night have set you on dry land
& the waves that tossed the raft all night have set you on dry land
You're not the most thrilled by this turn of events (seriously- how did you wind up talking about fucking Jack?) and consider not answering, but in the end content yourself with grumbling a bit. "Called th'Ark. She's a beaut, out at sea now. I keep 'em in line when they're back in port." Or try, anyway.
Your hands are slipping under her shirt almost without thought, seeking out her skin, which who can blame you, given the woman in your lap? And it seems your attention is going to pay off, because her mouth rises up to press against yours in a too-soft, too-short kiss. You murmur your unhappiness as she pulls away, then groan it when she reveals that Sam a) already knows, and b) already talked to her about it.
"Aw, fuck." You let your arms splay, flopping to your back with a solid, muffled ooph. "Well guess that makes it easier. How'd he take it?" Poor kid.
Your hands are slipping under her shirt almost without thought, seeking out her skin, which who can blame you, given the woman in your lap? And it seems your attention is going to pay off, because her mouth rises up to press against yours in a too-soft, too-short kiss. You murmur your unhappiness as she pulls away, then groan it when she reveals that Sam a) already knows, and b) already talked to her about it.
"Aw, fuck." You let your arms splay, flopping to your back with a solid, muffled ooph. "Well guess that makes it easier. How'd he take it?" Poor kid.
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