His breathing quickens at the touch of those fever-warm hands, and then slows again, and maybe Jack ain't never been much of one for control, but he nods, and maybe leans into the touch.
His whole body is thrumming with energy, and he wants to fight, to jump up, to yell, to--
He hasn't felt this good in twenty years.
He hasn't felt this shit in almost as long.
"Somethin ain't right," he mutters, but it's low and he can feel himself easing under Desire's touch.
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Date: 2006-08-11 03:10 am (UTC)His whole body is thrumming with energy, and he wants to fight, to jump up, to yell, to--
He hasn't felt this good in twenty years.
He hasn't felt this shit in almost as long.
"Somethin ain't right," he mutters, but it's low and he can feel himself easing under Desire's touch.
"Yeah. Long time."