He doesn't get up from the bed. Doesn't raise his head to look at Norrington to see what he's doing even though he can feel Norrington's eyes on him. Jack doesn't feel much obliged at all to do anything right now because as far as he's concern Norrington started this and Norrington should have finished this.
And didn't. And Jack doesn't know why. Ideas of reasons run through his head but they all mean very little when his body screams out want and the relief that could be given for it is denied him.
Maybe he's pouting. He doesn't really care.
Jack grunts when Norrington apologies but can't think of anything else to respond to that. He doesn't want to talk about what almost happened at the moment. Not when he's trying to will his body to forget it.
Thinking about the articles though is distracting enough and Jack latches onto it. "Aye, signing. Best to be done. I'll draw them up."
He rises slowly off the bed, stretching languidly and perhaps more provocatively than necessary as a taunt to Norrington. Walks past the chair where Norrington is sitting, the book in his hand catching Jack's attention.
"Going back to your reading then?" he asks disinterestedly, putting on his scabbard to go below deck to find blank parchment and a quill. And rum. Rum would be really good right now.
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And didn't. And Jack doesn't know why. Ideas of reasons run through his head but they all mean very little when his body screams out want and the relief that could be given for it is denied him.
Maybe he's pouting. He doesn't really care.
Jack grunts when Norrington apologies but can't think of anything else to respond to that. He doesn't want to talk about what almost happened at the moment. Not when he's trying to will his body to forget it.
Thinking about the articles though is distracting enough and Jack latches onto it. "Aye, signing. Best to be done. I'll draw them up."
He rises slowly off the bed, stretching languidly and perhaps more provocatively than necessary as a taunt to Norrington. Walks past the chair where Norrington is sitting, the book in his hand catching Jack's attention.
"Going back to your reading then?" he asks disinterestedly, putting on his scabbard to go below deck to find blank parchment and a quill. And rum. Rum would be really good right now.