RP for mrsharker

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It's early evening and in the half light the Bay has a comfortable quiet. Jack sent the team off to have a little social time. They've all worked so hard lately and they could do with it. He went for a walk, somewhere with a high roof and a vantage point for him to look over the city.

He's back on his way home now, taking a slow stroll down Lloyd George Avenue and back towards Butetown and the Bay. Outside the Millennium centre are couples and people milling around, all preparing for an evening of entertainment. It makes Jack smile as he seems them all, all safe in this city he loves so much.

On his way across the Plass he takes a slight de-tour to one of the poster boards, to take a look at just what these people are waiting to see. The sight before him though is not one he expects, and one he's far from prepared for.

The face is familiar, oh so familiar, and his breath gets caught in his chest, taking him a moment or two to realise he isn't breathing at all.

"It can't be," he whispers, but there's nobody there to listen.

Jack's eyes are swimming and he's glued to the spot. This can't be right, he's sure this can't be right. Just an odd co-incidence. Someone who happens to look similar. It has to be. It can't be her.

But it doesn't hurt to make sure. So instead of back to the Hub, Jack heads into the Millennium center and with the aid of the word 'Torchwood', he goes backstage.

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He knows he's not being forced out, but even so, the suggestion makes him feel sick to his stomach. The thought of leaving her is bad enough, but the thought of trying to spend time with Ianto, when all he can think of his her is just so much more.

All that's in his mind is the scent of her perfume, the softness of her skin, the way her hair drapes across her neck. No, he couldn't do that, not to himself and not to Ianto

That, and there's an almost unconscious part of him that holds out for more. Holds out for her to give in though his rational mind doesn't expect she will.

"I don't want to leave." He tells her, his voice sad.

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"Then don't," Mina says simply. She gives his hand a squeeze, before releasing it to cross over to her trunk -- a very well taken care-of relic from their marriage -- and find her pajamas.

"Stay, but stop letting it eat at you. We can't do anything about any of this while we're both still processing."

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Jack lets out a long sigh and nods. How is it that she's always been so able to calm him. To see him right. He feels like a different man around her.

"You're right." He nods once more. "You're right. Of course you're right."

He wipes a hand over his face and attempts a slight smile. "We can just be together for now. We'll think about it later."

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"Well, if there's one thing I'm certain of -- you and I are incredibly likely to have a 'later'," Mina points out, entirely sensibly.

She unbuckles the belt on her dress and unzips the garment, stepping out of it and her petticoat in one motion. It's efficient, the way she's undressing, not coquettish in any way. After setting them down, she perches on the end of the bed to unclasp her suspenders.

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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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She catches his eye as she's rolling down one of her stockings (real lace, thank you very much: never nylon), and Mina laughs softly, warmly.

"You never change, do you?"

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A wry smile spreads across Jack's face, wrinkling the corners of his eyes.

"Am I that obvious?"

He's normally so strong. A man with so much will power and resolve. Can be so harsh and cold when he needs to be. But not around her. She's his weakness, his achillies heel. It feels almost frightening for him to know he's not in complete control of himself. And perhaps too, that's something he likes.

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"To someone who truly knows you, perhaps." Her first stocking is discarded and Mina wriggles her toes, laughing warmly at him again.

"Do you remember how to unhook these, husband?" Her small hand rests over the suspenders on the other thigh.

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"I think I can just about manage that." He grins and steps the short distance over to her. When he reaches, he crouches down and moves a gentle hand towards her thigh. He indulges himself for a moment, stroking his hand along the soft silk and continuing to reach her delicate skin above.

Cautiously, he unhooks the eyes and begins to slowly roll the stocking down her leg.

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"I only bite when you ask me to, love, and sometimes not even then," Mina points out wryly, lifting his chin and catching his eye. "Why so nervous?"

His hands on her feel amazing. A real, human sort of amazing, worlds apart from the taste of him still lingering in her mouth. Brandy, she decides then. When she's in her pajamas, she'll indulge in a little brandy.

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"Hmm I've noticed." Jack answers, deadpan. "Take away all the element of surprise, why don't you." He winks a little and laughs, shaking his head. "Nervous? I'm not. Not with you."

When the stocking is off he discards it on the floor, pushing his hands up both of her legs, shifting his fingers around to hold against her waist as he looks at her.

"What makes you think I am?"

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Mina strokes her fingers softly through his hair, enjoying him on his knees in front of her. It was a heady image. "Your hands were more delicate there. I was wondering if I was making you jumpy."

She reaches behind herself with both hands, unconsciously pushing her chest forward, to unclasp the garter belt. Tosses it to the chair opposite.

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"Hey I can be delicate when I want to be." Jack informs her, leaning into the touch of her hand.

He moves to speak but his words are halted as he watches her, the curve of her body, the shape of her breasts. Stop it, he tells himself. Pull yourself together, Jack.

He clears his throat, dry as it is, and shifts his hand, realising only now that he's been gripping into her thigh. His fingers leaving marks as he moves them away.

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The rough grip on her thigh and the look of absolutely stunned lust on his face leave Mina still and breathless. "Can you?" she murmurs, unable to look away from his stare.

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"When it's called for."

He licks his lips as he watches her. What's wrong with him, he wonders? He's like a hormonal teenager. He's usually got so much more control. It's as though he's under a siren's spell. (And that's coming from experience. Now that was an interesting weekend).

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"I'll let you know when, then," she promises. She hasn't moved an inch, a preternatural stillness settling over her under his gaze.

He's glorious, she thinks. And oh, how she's missed him.

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Jack does his best to make his words sound utterly innocent, nothing more than idle curiosity. But there's such a depth in them, so much more.

"So... what would you prefer now? The gentle... or something a little more firm?"

His eyebrow raises just ever so slightly and he lifts himself up on his knees to move a little higher, his face level with her chest.

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"Whatever comes the most naturally," Mina smiles. Finally, she moves from that deathly stillness, tracing one fingertip along his jawline.

She never takes her eyes off him. He's a veritable ball of potential energy, coiled and waiting. "I want you."

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He feels that now familiar rush, that tingle along his spine, his hairs standing on end. And he's lost to her.

Her words seal it. He can't and won't refuse her. Wouldn't even dream of it. He's bent to her whim without even realising it.

"I'm all yours."

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"You," she clarifies. "Not whomever you feel the need to pretend to be for whatever reason. Not even my Jonathan. I want to know you, Jack." Mina lays her hand on his cheek. "I want no more pretense, no nonsense. Honesty. I know your name now show me the rest. Show me."

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He acknowledges her words with a brief and barely there nod. It's a little frightening, in a way, to imagine being entirely himself, entirely Captain Jack Harkness. What if she doesn't like what she sees? He can't take it back.

It's a risk. But a risk he's willing to take.

His face seems to change. A little less soft, a little more stern. His back straightens and he stands tall on his knees.

"If Jack's what you want," he smirks, a smirk that turns into a slow grin, so very far away from Jonathan. "Then oh baby, Jack is what you're gonna get."

There's no warning now when he leans into kiss her. It's not like before. It's more open and demanding, strong and forceful. His hand cups the side of her face along her jawline, guiding her into the kiss, his fingers curling around into her hair.

The hand that sits on her hip slinks around her waist and with a firm grip pulls her body close to his, each of her legs either side of his.

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It's a little frightening for Mina, too, the way his face and posture shift and it's almost as though she's looking at a stranger. A stranger she's seen glimpses of over a very long time, but a stranger nonetheless.

No one's ever called her 'baby' before. She's not sure what she thinks of that. But he kisses her like a man well used to getting precisely what he wants out of any given situation. It's enough to turn her head.

Mina returns the kiss, giving herself over to his ardor, her small hands grasping his shoulders as he kisses her like she's never been kissed before.

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He's in a different mindset now. Barely even the one he usually comfortably sits. It helps now to flicker back to that man from long ago, the Time Agent, a con man on the run.

Sure that his grip around her waist is strong enough he tugs her against him one more time and begins to lift himself from his knees into a standing position, taking her with him.

He doesn't break the kiss for a moment, and his movements (even if they're not) seem almost effortless. He turns and moves to the wall, letting her back rest against it, better support for them both. His tongue exploring her mouth with wanton desire.

As he continues to kiss he slithers a hand to her chest and along the line of the hooks that close together her underwear. With just one finger, and with one swift movement he starts to undo them.

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It's almost too much. A veritable showcase of just how little she really knows about him. She had asked, though, oh, she'd asked for it. But she hadn't expected to really find herself in a stranger's arms. Not to this extent.

She wonders (she can't help but wonder) if this is how her bites felt. If she was as much a stranger to him as he feels to her. She wonders, too, if this is how men kiss one another--

That thought is shut away quickly.

In fact, she's thinking too much. It's a problem and he's going to feel it on her soon, she just knows it. Mina wants, very much, to have some real sense of who this man she once married is. (They're both so different now... what if their time passed long ago?)

She keeps kissing him, too, fangs in check and her fingers back in his short, soft hair.

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It's almost too easy for Jack to get lost in a man he used to be. A man he was before the Doctor, before he reshaped himself. It takes a moment or two for him to realise, but he does, and his eyes flicker open a little.

He reminds himself she wants Jack. She's not looking for some extreme. Not looking for him to prove himself, and she's not some conquest as he might have once had.

He thinks then about how he is now, tries to reconcile his behaviour with that. How he knows he can be. How -though it's hardly fitting given what he's doing- he acts with Ianto when they're alone.

The kiss softens. Not completely, it's still leading and he's still in control, but it's more receptive, more responsive. His fingers shift from her underwear and to her face, a gentle hold, pushing some hair back behind her ear. He rubs a thumb across her hip with his other hand. And this is Jack. This is Jack now.