http://quitehomoerotic.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] quitehomoerotic.livejournal.com) wrote in [personal profile] quitehomoerotic 2010-05-18 02:29 am (UTC)

Jack let out a slight breath of a laugh. "Don't worry," he said, "not about to force it on you."

He stepped around to dispose the boxes in the bin, and paused just to lean around her, stick his hand under the tap, and splash water in her direction before departing with a triumphant grin.

Again, his eyes caught sight of his coat. His gaze lingered on it a little longer.

Often, Jack Harkness was a now or never sort of guy. And well, it was now or never. With a firm stride, he headed over to the couch and lifted his coat. He said nothing of it, in fact he said nothing at all, he merely draped it over his arm and headed from the room and up the stairs towards his bathroom.

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