A brief laugh escapes Jack's lips and he smiles. "Yeah, I guess you're right about that."
He paces a little, not sure where to go or where to stand. So amusingly awkward for Jack Harkness. In the end he finds himself leaning against the edge of the dresser, slightly to the side as she undresses.
He watches, and he can't help a blush rising in his cheeks. After all he's already been somewhat sparked tonight, and it doesn't take a lot more to reignite that. He tries not to though, and shifts a little where he stands, attempting to flicker his eyes away. But even then, even in the utter mundane and necessary way she moves, it's alluring to him.
He finds himself biting his lip, just to keep himself together.
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He paces a little, not sure where to go or where to stand. So amusingly awkward for Jack Harkness. In the end he finds himself leaning against the edge of the dresser, slightly to the side as she undresses.
He watches, and he can't help a blush rising in his cheeks. After all he's already been somewhat sparked tonight, and it doesn't take a lot more to reignite that. He tries not to though, and shifts a little where he stands, attempting to flicker his eyes away. But even then, even in the utter mundane and necessary way she moves, it's alluring to him.
He finds himself biting his lip, just to keep himself together.