JACK
"Not as good as it is to see you, love," Jack purrs when Maeve makes her entrance, accepting the glass between damp fingers and removing the sprig of peppermint bark to take a healthy sip of it. They are a study in opposites, the madame and the captain - one picture perfect, all lace and painted lips and coy looks; the other still soaked from the rain, with rough hands and an even rougher temperament to go with them.
He gestures to the crate, taking another sip of his drink. "Take a look for yourself," he invites, and Maeve does just that while Jack lets the drink warm his bones and his men finish up their drop off. He nods to indicate that the job is done, letting them free to go and drink and fuck their way around the Halenani and sample her new wares. Jack, meanwhile, plans to do the same thing. It's been seasons since he'd darkened the doorway of Torchlines most infamous brothel.
"Somethin' special? I do hope it involves a towel," he drawls with a catlike smile, gesturing to himself before taking her hand to let her lead the way.
He gestures to the crate, taking another sip of his drink. "Take a look for yourself," he invites, and Maeve does just that while Jack lets the drink warm his bones and his men finish up their drop off. He nods to indicate that the job is done, letting them free to go and drink and fuck their way around the Halenani and sample her new wares. Jack, meanwhile, plans to do the same thing. It's been seasons since he'd darkened the doorway of Torchlines most infamous brothel.
"Somethin' special? I do hope it involves a towel," he drawls with a catlike smile, gesturing to himself before taking her hand to let her lead the way.
you wanted perfect, you got your perfect
but now I'm too perfect for someone like you
but now I'm too perfect for someone like you
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
