i want to taste you again
What a crying shame about a stupid curse. She moves closer and Jack can't even feel the warmth her body brings, even if he can definitely appreciate the view. Brothels are a place for zero personal space, and even in the lounge area of the Halenani this isn't any different. He'd like to run his hands over her, feeling porcelain skin and and lace that begs to be pulled, like the bow on a particularly tempting present. Alas, the captain will have to wait. Tonight is not his night - and neither are many of the nights to come.
Still, her request is something easy enough to agree to - whether or not it's something he will follow through on remains to be seen. That is between Jack and the sea and the seasons to come. He doesn't say that, of course "I will see what I can do," he all but purrs, not having to speak too loudly with their proximity. "Though I'm afraid If I am gonna get outta here, it will need to be with all of my shirt." Tipping her a wink, he nods down at the fingers twined through the fabric.
Still, her request is something easy enough to agree to - whether or not it's something he will follow through on remains to be seen. That is between Jack and the sea and the seasons to come. He doesn't say that, of course "I will see what I can do," he all but purrs, not having to speak too loudly with their proximity. "Though I'm afraid If I am gonna get outta here, it will need to be with all of my shirt." Tipping her a wink, he nods down at the fingers twined through the fabric.
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!
