Captain Jack Harkness

For Jack, of late, he spoke a great deal. There were a great many words and the filled the space between them. But they carried very little weight. At the very least in the beginning, and then the end.

But as for what sat between? Reinette's gaze darkened slightly. She did not even address his command, and an attempt to alter the course of their conversation. She simply would not have that.

"Waiting, Jack? I told you, quite clearly, the day you kept company with a tree and I asked that you stay. There is only one rule. We do not wait."

Her expression softened then, the tightness in her features finally falling away and if only for a moment briefly showing precisely, exactly how she felt.

Reinette's fingers moved to brush the of his hand. They curled there slightly before traveling across his wrist, past the place where fabric and skin met, the movement careful and measured. To his arm. His shoulder. Briefly brushing more skin exposed at his neck before her hand came to rest on his check, thumb tracing the planes there.

"We might move slowly. So slowly that I times we still feel irritatingly still. But we are still moving. And we do get there, all the same."

She searched for his eyes to see if he understood.

"Jack."