i want to taste you again
He watches her as the moon reveals the two of them in its naked, ghostly light, and Jack looks her up and down. It's less attraction and more a frank evaluation, and his magic plucks the details from her awareness - a knife strapped to her thigh, spikes of grief wrapped in tendrils of anticipation. A bribe to get his attention. A turbulent month. There's a story here, and it's more than merely meets the eye. "Oh, consider me wooed." Jack turns his head, where one of the earrings can be seen glinting in his left ear. "Your note indicated that there was more to be found out here."
Right. He'll believe it when he sees it. "You've already met me," he points out as she draws closer, the smuggler gazing down at her through hooded blue eyes. "At least, you've met where I sleep. Where I keep my personal effects. You've met my ship, too. But I don't think I have had the pleasure of aquaintin' myself with your remarkably sticky fingers. Want to explain why I'm standin' out here in the middle of the night?"
Right. He'll believe it when he sees it. "You've already met me," he points out as she draws closer, the smuggler gazing down at her through hooded blue eyes. "At least, you've met where I sleep. Where I keep my personal effects. You've met my ship, too. But I don't think I have had the pleasure of aquaintin' myself with your remarkably sticky fingers. Want to explain why I'm standin' out here in the middle of the night?"
like a secret or a sin
JACK
