Though Jack tries to calm his ever increasing heart beat, he only succeeds in doing quite the opposite. Racing at a pulse that would surely cause any normal human to pass out.
His throat feels as dry as his lips did, and as he stares at her he finds himself without words. He recognises this in her, he saw this, on occasion. But there's more in it now, a depth and a danger. (And he'd be lying if he said he didn't find the danger erotic in and of itself).
"I wanted you." His voice is gruff and deep. Full of need and want and desire. Curiosity he shouldn't allow himself to have.
As her fist tightens in his shirt he looks down. He spots something of her struggle and immediately covers the hand with one of his own. Comforting. "It's okay. I'm here."
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Date: 2009-04-30 01:46 am (UTC)His throat feels as dry as his lips did, and as he stares at her he finds himself without words. He recognises this in her, he saw this, on occasion. But there's more in it now, a depth and a danger. (And he'd be lying if he said he didn't find the danger erotic in and of itself).
"I wanted you." His voice is gruff and deep. Full of need and want and desire. Curiosity he shouldn't allow himself to have.
As her fist tightens in his shirt he looks down. He spots something of her struggle and immediately covers the hand with one of his own. Comforting. "It's okay. I'm here."