2015-04-09 13:26:13 ¶ ● ⬈

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songsmusicaday:

> Let’s light it up, let’s light it up
> Until our hearts catch fire

2015-04-10 20:36:35 ¶ ● ⬈

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out-law:

> ✬ - For the muses reaction to yours coming into their bedroom late at night.

> By the time Jack is hauling his arse away from his late night early morning project? Nisha is long since dead to the world and sprawled out over his lavish bed like a Queen on their throne. The door to his en-suite is left wide open and her clothes are scattered about his tidy space carelessly. The ‘slinger is passed out on top of the sheets– and a stolen yellow shirt is doing very little to obscure the fact she’s wearing nothing else aside from her panties.

> It’s like she’s taken ownership of the space, his things– and him. A beautiful sight to be sure. The woman only shifts minutely at his entrance, a golden eye peaking out from behind dark hair lazily to regard him. Once she’s confirmed it’s him? She’s stretching with a low noise in the back of her throat and snuggling back into one of his pillows.

It isn’t often Jack actually makes it up to his own living quarters on Helios, especially after a long night of working. He usually just ends up slumped over his desk to regret it in the morning or– if he’s lucky– crashing on his office couch. The open door is a surprise, and it has his hackles tiredly raised until he sees the familiar articles of clothing leading to the even more familiar body laying dead weight on his bed.

He’s too drained to say anything witty or charming, though the thought does cross his mind. Instead he quietly shuffles over to the large piece of furniture and flops down face first, bouncing it’s current occupant gently. For a moment he doesn’t move, just enjoying the feeling and clean scent of his very expensive sheets after what feels like literally days of being behind a desk.

He reaches a limp arm out to blindly search for his girlfriend before he finally drops into unconsciousness. His hand finds her bared thigh, and he slides it up to wrap his arm around her waist, dragging himself closer to her warmth. Jack makes a content sound as he wraps his body around hers to the best of his ability, tucking his head under her chin and burying his masked face into the softness of her (stolen) shirt. He’s out like a light not even a minute later.