The desire to force Norrington to act first is slowly draining away and being replaced by the desire to simply act. It's a forfeit of the game, to make the Commodore chase him, to rattle him above and beyond any semblance of decorum or whatever bloody mindset the man carries with him. To see him completely undone -- that's what Jack wants.
And maybe that is what he has. That Norrington is daring to be so bold with him absolutely tickles. Sends a rush of adrenalein through his body and speeds his breathing. He wants to see what happens when Norrington releases that strong chokehold on propriety and lives life, if just for a second, like Jack. Wind in the sails takes you anywhere you want to go. Absolute freedom. Do whatever it is that you are inspired to do.
Running his eyes over Norrington's expression, looking for any sign that he is about to pull away, or better yet give in, Jack tugs his feet from his lap and leans in. "Quite the proposition, Commodore," he purrs. "Can't say I feel inclined to dismiss it. After all, I've always lots of ideas. You should hear them sometime."
He raises one hand to sweep the backs of his fingers over Norrington's cheek, not quite touching skin but the milimetre of air hovering right above. Invades his personal space again, pressing close until he can feel each puff of breath against his lips, eyes locked on the green of Norrington's. What pretty eyes, they are. Colour nothing at all like the browns and blues of the sea, but the lush verdant plains of the land.
"Such nice eyes," Jack mumbles nearly absently, stroking the air from Norrington's cheek down to his neck, brushing past the delicate tendrils of hair that raise to his touch. He focuses in again on Norrington's gaze, how it reads to him, and quirks his lips in invitation. "Come catch me," he whispers, placing his mouth only a fraction of a ways from Norrington's. Then in after thought he adds, "If you dare."
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And maybe that is what he has. That Norrington is daring to be so bold with him absolutely tickles. Sends a rush of adrenalein through his body and speeds his breathing. He wants to see what happens when Norrington releases that strong chokehold on propriety and lives life, if just for a second, like Jack. Wind in the sails takes you anywhere you want to go. Absolute freedom. Do whatever it is that you are inspired to do.
Running his eyes over Norrington's expression, looking for any sign that he is about to pull away, or better yet give in, Jack tugs his feet from his lap and leans in. "Quite the proposition, Commodore," he purrs. "Can't say I feel inclined to dismiss it. After all, I've always lots of ideas. You should hear them sometime."
He raises one hand to sweep the backs of his fingers over Norrington's cheek, not quite touching skin but the milimetre of air hovering right above. Invades his personal space again, pressing close until he can feel each puff of breath against his lips, eyes locked on the green of Norrington's. What pretty eyes, they are. Colour nothing at all like the browns and blues of the sea, but the lush verdant plains of the land.
"Such nice eyes," Jack mumbles nearly absently, stroking the air from Norrington's cheek down to his neck, brushing past the delicate tendrils of hair that raise to his touch. He focuses in again on Norrington's gaze, how it reads to him, and quirks his lips in invitation. "Come catch me," he whispers, placing his mouth only a fraction of a ways from Norrington's. Then in after thought he adds, "If you dare."