He's a very different man in so very many ways -- and still, somehow, utterly her Jonathan. A logical sort of progression, if one is willing to overlook the lack of that Scottish burr in his voice. She misses it, faintly, just like the whiskers that are no longer there to rasp against her skin. She's sure that she's as peculiar to him as he is to her.
His fingers dig the boning of her corselet into her ribs and she squirms a little beneath him before going quite still at his words. Her eyes widen like saucers. No, like dinner plates.
"Jack!" she breathes, halfway between shocked and titillated.
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Date: 2009-05-01 10:38 am (UTC)His fingers dig the boning of her corselet into her ribs and she squirms a little beneath him before going quite still at his words. Her eyes widen like saucers. No, like dinner plates.
"Jack!" she breathes, halfway between shocked and titillated.