2015-08-11 14:56:02 ¶ ● ⬀ ⬈

kadamkills:

> A hiss escapes her throat as she feels his fingers tighten around her wrist. It was almost instinctive to give him a hard knock to the jaw, but luckily from him she’s more distracted by those thick rims framing his face. It wasn’t everyday she witness the Hyperion in a rather casual state. She had to stifle a laugh as she watched him push up his glasses- truly fitting for the whole “nerd” shtick she was sure Jack was more accustomed to than he led on. .
> Quickly a free hand rises up, claiming a defined jaw between her fingers as she presses just lightly enough to elicit some discomfort. “As long as you fix yourself up a bit. Not that I mind this new look of yours but how am I sposed to show you off round’ town if you look like you just woke up?” Her grip loosens, fingers tracing across his cheek and upwards to brush back a fallen piece of hair.
> “By the time we’re through you’ll be face down in a skag hole-” Her fingers intertwine with thick brunette locks, gripping tightly before letting go as she matched with her wicked tone. “Now go put on somethin’ nice or else I’m gonna have to dress ya myself.”

Jack sticks his bottom lip out, pouting between her fingers. He doesn’t think there’s anything wrong with his appearance, he’s gone to corporate meetings looking more disheveled than this, but the idea of Nisha showing him off is too good for him to pass up. He smirks behind her unusually tender gesture before reaching up to take his glasses off and toss them haphazardly across his desk.
“Right. Gotta be bright and shiny, huh? I mean, more than I usually am, obviously.” He grins down with all his teeth.

“…Skag hole? Is that a uh, euphemism? ‘Cause if it is, I’m thinkin’, maybe I should go grab a little more than a change of clothes.” He laughs to himself. The hair pull has him wincing, and he flicks the bottom of her mauve cowboy hat in retaliation before slipping out of her range to close his work for later.
“I’ll head upstairs to clean up, aaaand–” He swivels back to face her, finger guns pointed in her direction. “You, can meet me in the Hub in ten.”

He slides in close until he’s mere inches away from the cowgirl, with bedroom eyes and coffee-heavy breath, inviting and mischievous.
“Unless– you want to take all my clothes off yourself.”