Something deep in Jack's abdomen tightens, but not with arousal. It's darker, but just as primal: an instant instinct to recoil and pull away. He doesn't know if it's because his hair's being tugged painfully, which is not a nice thing in general, or the little note of command in Norrington's voice, or the fact it's Norrington giving the command -- but suddenly Jack flouders. His mouth dries up and he stills, dumbfounded about what to do.
Go forward or retreat.
It's not meant to be force; he can assume that much. It's not probable that Norrington's attempting to coerce him. And hasn't he built his life around that, probabilities? But it feels like force, the tiny tremors of panick running through his bloodsteam.
Still. Jack's been in uncertain positions before. Thrives in uncertain positions. This is just another time, another opportunity and he's aching hard and he wanted this about two blinks of an eye ago. Nothing's changed except Norrington's getting a little too over-eager.
To cover the pause, Jack flicks a smile upwards, closing his eyes against the bright sky. "Careful, there, love," he murmurs then takes Norrington full in his mouth.
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Go forward or retreat.
It's not meant to be force; he can assume that much. It's not probable that Norrington's attempting to coerce him. And hasn't he built his life around that, probabilities? But it feels like force, the tiny tremors of panick running through his bloodsteam.
Still. Jack's been in uncertain positions before. Thrives in uncertain positions. This is just another time, another opportunity and he's aching hard and he wanted this about two blinks of an eye ago. Nothing's changed except Norrington's getting a little too over-eager.
To cover the pause, Jack flicks a smile upwards, closing his eyes against the bright sky. "Careful, there, love," he murmurs then takes Norrington full in his mouth.