The reaction from Norrington is near delicious. Jack soaks it up, appearing as wonton as he dares, not wishing to push too far too hard too fast. He doesn't want to chase Norrington until he is running scared. He wants to get Norrington to chase him, properly this time. Make him want to. Of his own volition. Push him until he pushes back just as hard. 'Til something breaks.
And by the looks of things the Commodore is rising the call just wonderfully. By eating an orange. Very, ahh, nicely too. Very nicely. With finger licking. Pink tongue and long... juice-covered... fingers...
Jack swallows a rough gulp, eyes pinned to Norrington's action, the way his tongue wraps and laps up the sticky mess from the fruit. He can't help but wonder what it would like to have his own fingers laved with such attention, or perhaps even other parts of his anatomy.
As if caught in the fact that he is staring -- not even staring but openingly staring so that Norrington can't help but notice how atuned his attention has become by such an act -- Jack tries to pull himself back to his senses.
Well he's not to be outdone. Not in this. Now now. Not when he has James Norrington, wigless, shipless, licking juice off his fingers all as a show for Jack Sparrow. Something warm and insistent hums through Jack's veins and pools lower at the thought. All for him.
He knocks his foot against Norrington's, twisting until he's not merely touching but, no, caressing the top of his boot and then in a brash move, props his feet on the arm of Norrington's chair, same as he did last night. This time though he makes sure that his legs cross over Norrington's lap to reach the arm. He smiles again, one of those smug, daring smiles.
"You've never had one of my bananas," he says, voice low, nearly a purr. "They might change you mind." He keeps his eyes locked on Norrington's face as he adjusts one boot on the chair, the back of his knee just lightly brushing Norrington's thigh. "Though you got me wondering, mate, why you can never remember the 'Captain' before me name. 'Round here it's either Captain or Jack. Your choice."
He takes another bite of banana, nearly finishing it off and gaudily winks at Norrington as he smoothes his mouth down the shaft. This is just too much fun for him.
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And by the looks of things the Commodore is rising the call just wonderfully. By eating an orange. Very, ahh, nicely too. Very nicely. With finger licking. Pink tongue and long... juice-covered... fingers...
Jack swallows a rough gulp, eyes pinned to Norrington's action, the way his tongue wraps and laps up the sticky mess from the fruit. He can't help but wonder what it would like to have his own fingers laved with such attention, or perhaps even other parts of his anatomy.
As if caught in the fact that he is staring -- not even staring but openingly staring so that Norrington can't help but notice how atuned his attention has become by such an act -- Jack tries to pull himself back to his senses.
Well he's not to be outdone. Not in this. Now now. Not when he has James Norrington, wigless, shipless, licking juice off his fingers all as a show for Jack Sparrow. Something warm and insistent hums through Jack's veins and pools lower at the thought. All for him.
He knocks his foot against Norrington's, twisting until he's not merely touching but, no, caressing the top of his boot and then in a brash move, props his feet on the arm of Norrington's chair, same as he did last night. This time though he makes sure that his legs cross over Norrington's lap to reach the arm. He smiles again, one of those smug, daring smiles.
"You've never had one of my bananas," he says, voice low, nearly a purr. "They might change you mind." He keeps his eyes locked on Norrington's face as he adjusts one boot on the chair, the back of his knee just lightly brushing Norrington's thigh. "Though you got me wondering, mate, why you can never remember the 'Captain' before me name. 'Round here it's either Captain or Jack. Your choice."
He takes another bite of banana, nearly finishing it off and gaudily winks at Norrington as he smoothes his mouth down the shaft. This is just too much fun for him.