[If only because they both know that Jack would much prefer not being paraded around as some kind of paragon--that he hates the statue outside with every fiber of his being, and would rather do good on his own terms than receive medals and accolades. Not that people stop giving him medals and accolades. At the very least, he can hope that this is just joking, that securing peace is its own reward, that it hasn't gone to his head. Another reason he's glad to have Ana. She grounds him in more ways than she knows.
Or maybe she does know it--very little actually gets past her, no matter how hard Jack tries.
Even now, he can tell that this is a test, that she's waiting for him to give a good answer or for him to fumble entirely, though he's not sure how she could possibly blame him if it ends up being the latter. Ana does things to him that he can barely describe, and already he's set to be done talking. He tells himself it wouldn't be as fun without the challenge, and that helps temper his impatience, if only a little.
Jack talks between kisses, running his mouth up the line of her neck as she exposes it to him. He decides to start small--get her yes-es and no-s incrementally, and his hands run up to the collar of her shirt.]
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[If only because they both know that Jack would much prefer not being paraded around as some kind of paragon--that he hates the statue outside with every fiber of his being, and would rather do good on his own terms than receive medals and accolades. Not that people stop giving him medals and accolades. At the very least, he can hope that this is just joking, that securing peace is its own reward, that it hasn't gone to his head. Another reason he's glad to have Ana. She grounds him in more ways than she knows.
Or maybe she does know it--very little actually gets past her, no matter how hard Jack tries.
Even now, he can tell that this is a test, that she's waiting for him to give a good answer or for him to fumble entirely, though he's not sure how she could possibly blame him if it ends up being the latter. Ana does things to him that he can barely describe, and already he's set to be done talking. He tells himself it wouldn't be as fun without the challenge, and that helps temper his impatience, if only a little.
Jack talks between kisses, running his mouth up the line of her neck as she exposes it to him. He decides to start small--get her yes-es and no-s incrementally, and his hands run up to the collar of her shirt.]
Let me take this off.