Jack settles himself comfortably next to her, lying on his side with his head rested on his palm, propped up on his elbow. He glances up and down her body, seemingly unable to keep his eyes off her. His hand falls against her stomach, resting in a way that while hardly sexual, is incredibly intimate. It dawns on him too now, how astounding it is to see her dressed like this. In a manner that back when he knew her, would have only been confined to his most naughty dreams. Never reality.
"I'm so glad you're here." He whispers. "I'll spend tomorrow with you. Every moment before you have to leave again." Torchwood can wait. He can sort that.
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Date: 2009-05-01 08:15 am (UTC)"I'm so glad you're here." He whispers. "I'll spend tomorrow with you. Every moment before you have to leave again." Torchwood can wait. He can sort that.