Stepping from the room Jack pays no attention to eyes that might follow. They follow, he's sure of that, but he knows too that should he look then they'll look away. Why spoil the game with such an elementary mistake. No, he wouldn't do that.
So his attention remained rapt on Reinette beside him, barely a breath away, even as they walked.
He could see what she was doing, even as she was doing it, and he barely concealed the smirk beneath his lips. He'd show it later, of course, wide and proud, but not now, not to shatter an illusion.
Her touch was responded to by a curl of his own hand around her waist. Fingers pressed into fabric to make their presence known, subtle in their demand, but noticeable.
Her lips though, even though they ought to have been expected, were not. Not immediately. And it was perhaps a mark of the man and how long he had gone without such a gesture. For barely a second he was frozen without response. Barely perceptible to most, but the trained would know. She would know.
His recovery though, was swift, and he moved into the kiss as though he'd been the one to demand it in the first place. His free hand caught around her cheek and held, palm curved around her face, and his lips met hers with a practised talent (and he easily recognised the talent in her too).
It was strange, to kiss again. Strange but nice, in a way he might not have expected. He didn't pull back; he brushed a thumb against her cheek, and his lips against hers curved into a smile.
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So his attention remained rapt on Reinette beside him, barely a breath away, even as they walked.
He could see what she was doing, even as she was doing it, and he barely concealed the smirk beneath his lips. He'd show it later, of course, wide and proud, but not now, not to shatter an illusion.
Her touch was responded to by a curl of his own hand around her waist. Fingers pressed into fabric to make their presence known, subtle in their demand, but noticeable.
Her lips though, even though they ought to have been expected, were not. Not immediately. And it was perhaps a mark of the man and how long he had gone without such a gesture. For barely a second he was frozen without response. Barely perceptible to most, but the trained would know. She would know.
His recovery though, was swift, and he moved into the kiss as though he'd been the one to demand it in the first place. His free hand caught around her cheek and held, palm curved around her face, and his lips met hers with a practised talent (and he easily recognised the talent in her too).
It was strange, to kiss again. Strange but nice, in a way he might not have expected. He didn't pull back; he brushed a thumb against her cheek, and his lips against hers curved into a smile.