Jack Harkness' room :: Mid-2005 timewarp AU :: Milliways

[othercaptjack]

Jack's room is mostly basic, it has to be said.

In fairness, he hasn't had much chance to make it his own - it has only been (ahem) somewhere private to go that is not the TARDIS for when he visits Milliways.

And since he is not Bound, for most of the time it stays empty, storing just some clean clothes and basic necessities (well - basic if you're Jack) and not much else.


There is this to be said for it, too:

The door may be locked, but it is not booby-trapped.

Lucky for some.

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[puckishly.livejournal.com]

Puck laughs, low delight. His smile would look almost entirely guileless were it not for the points of his teeth.

"You did grant me leave."

[oneman_onevote]

Havelock's laugh in response is very slight; mostly just a guarded smile and an exhale of breath.

Still, it's something.

"So I did."

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

And it must be that with that sort of carte blanche, Puck feels sorry for the mortal. Because what he says is this:

"Have I it still?"

He leans up again on tiptoe towards his ear, to impart a secret. "You shan't regret it."

[oneman_onevote]

And that could cover so very many circumstances.

Havelock can think of a lot of situations he would end up regretting here.

(Most of them end with bloody death for one or more parties - never let it be said he is needlessly fatalistic; just overly imaginative.)

So it is with perhaps understandable tension that Havelock eventually concedes,

"Yes. You have it still."

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

Ah, the vagaries of fate. Puck can't help grinning.

He nips at Havelock's ear again, his tongue darting out after, and lets his fingers drift down Havelock's chest.

[oneman_onevote]

Havelock doesn't exactly relax, but the line of his body does incline very subtly Puckwards.

(Shh, it's completely a word.)

"This," he says, resigned, "Is not going to be helpful if those creatures make any serious assault on the doors."

He doesn't seem inclined to stop. But he felt the need to point it out.

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

"Mm," Puck concedes, fingers skimming over Havelock's stomach through the fabric of his shirt. (The fairy, of course, began without.) "Well-- you may take comfort, at least, that you shall die sated."

His fingers dip a little lower, pausing at Havelock's waistband.

"Or I suppose we might be quick."

[oneman_onevote]

Havelock narrows his eyes, but there's a smile playing around his mouth at the same time.

"I have no plans to die at all," he says.

They can multitask.

(All night long, possibly.)

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

"Not at all?" Puck repeats, with a shocked moue.

His hand, quite innocently, drifts lower by a few crucial centimeters.

"Not even but a little one?"

[oneman_onevote]

Havelock makes a complex expression that involved biting his lip and rolling his eyes at the same time.

He was always taught that puns, however clever, are for the lower classes.

That, or poets; and there's no helping some people.

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

Puck laughs.

And he bends his head again to Havelock's neck, mouthing gently over the lines of muscle. His fingers spread almost speculatively, as if searching; then, with certainty, they close.



If any of those freaking zombies bust in here, he'll re-kill them.

[oneman_onevote]

Havelock gasps and shuts his eyes again, with a sudden air of focus



(It can be a joint effort.)