i want to taste you again
He marks her approach with every sway of curves, every peek of flesh (and my, is it on generous display) and flutter of lashes. The receptionist has gone by now, of course, tending to her own duties - or watching and listening, more like. Jack watches the hand that seeks his lapel, testing the waters for any sticky fingers or searching touches, and he lets another smile tug at his lips when he finds nothing untoward in the gesture.
"Aye, it is a pity," he rumbles in reply, blue eyes dropping down the length of her body and into all the places that lace and corsets can't quite hide from his taller vantage point. "Perhaps I'll have to come back and ask for you, when I am here for pleasure." It's an invitation for her name, and then some, if she'd like. "It's been a while since I was given a grand tour of the Halenani."
"Aye, it is a pity," he rumbles in reply, blue eyes dropping down the length of her body and into all the places that lace and corsets can't quite hide from his taller vantage point. "Perhaps I'll have to come back and ask for you, when I am here for pleasure." It's an invitation for her name, and then some, if she'd like. "It's been a while since I was given a grand tour of the Halenani."
like a secret or a sin
JACK
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
