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Post by JACK AUGUSTINE on Mar 5, 2011 22:04:46 GMT -5
His usual one night stands either were from work or a bar, and although Jack had maybe seen Morrigan once or twice at Cloud Nine, he never really took a good look at her before now. She was beautiful in her own right - rough around the edges in some aspects, but with soft features, smooth hair, and warm eyes. Jack quickly regretted the fact that he scarcely ever visited the bar when she was working. Work usually kept him later into the afternoon though, and she must have worked an earlier shift. A shame, really, because if she would have worked later, he might have known her on a few different levels by now.
It seemed that the doctor simply had a one track mind, and it was dead set for sex, but Jack wasn't really that much of a womanizer. Sure, he was attracted to her, but she was also attracted to him. They both knew it, but she had taken a step back. They were both given some time to think, and although Jack would have loved to kiss her after he'd touched her lip, he liked that there was a pause in the sequence of events. The whole afternoon might have suddenly become very predictable if she would have let him go for it, but now... now things were up in the air. There was a volley - they were making conversation. Where as he would love to see her body up close and personal, it was nice to talk. The added tension that was still there just made it all the slightest bit more exciting.
He had told her what he did for a living, and he already knew what she did. What else was really there to discuss now? As if she had sensed his mental question, she voiced her own; so, what do you want to do now? Once again, a hint of a smirk tugged the corner of his lips as he watched her with green eyes that glinted in the light. Jack straightened up and took a few casual steps closer to her, "I'd like to get to know you a little better," he said as he paused not even a half a step away. This was it - his chance, and he planned to take it. Jack stared into her eyes, allowing them to flicker just for a second to her lips, and then back as he leaned in, intent to kiss her lightly so that it wouldn't hurt.
419, ohyes.
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Post by MORRIGAN FROST on Mar 5, 2011 22:31:02 GMT -5
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touch me, babe I'M GONNA LOVE YOU UNTIL THE STARS FALL FROM THE SKY - FOR YOU AND I WORDS: 406, TAGS: jack, SONG by the doors, NOTES:ohyes As he began to walk towards her, she straightened up as well and took a few small steps towards him as well, until they were practically touching. He was taller than her by a good six or seven inches, so she had to tilt her head up to look at him, her black hair tumbled wildly over she shoulders and down her back as she looked up. When he spoke, his warm breath fanned smoothly across her face, and a shudder raced down her spine as it lightly caressed her cheeks. They were...close enough to kiss. And when he began to lean down, she realized that that was exactly what he intended to do. Excitement made her stomach twist in knots as he bent down, until she felt like she might burst for lack of contact. Without waiting for her permission, her feet had moved forward until they were touching at last. and the sensation of it felt so fine, she felt as though she could stand like this forever. Her arms, like her feet, had a mind of their own, and had wound their way around his shoulders before she knew it, her fingers toying gently with the messy hair at the nape of his neck.
So he wanted to get to know her better. Ahh...suddenly she felt a little weak in the knees, slightly overwhelmed by his confidence. She leaned into him more fully, her arms tightening and, as a result, bringing their faces even closer until she could see her own face, open with wanting, reflected back at her, and the same expression was just as obvious on his face as well. She didn't speak; what would she have said, anyways, at this point in time, where she was so tightly wound around him that explanation for her actions were no longer necessary? She knew he would be intelligent enough to know she was giving her consent without explicitly stating it. But just in case she had left any doubt about the matter, she raised herself onto the tips of her toes, he eyes never leaving his, just as they had never left hers. And then she closed the final distance between them, the last few inches of space disappearing as she touched her mouth to his gently. And though she wanted to watch him for his reaction, she couldn't help but close her eyes from the pure bliss of it.
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Post by JACK AUGUSTINE on Mar 5, 2011 22:52:09 GMT -5
Sure, anyone who would have evaluated the situation from the beginning would probably say that Jack had been planning to take advantage of the girl from the beginning. But who were they to say that and not take into account the fact that she was probably thinking the same thing the whole entire time as well? Jack knew that he could have gotten to know her better without kissing her right after speaking those words, but in doing so, the opportune moment would have passed. He couldn't let that happen, not when it was right there within his grasp.
They were like magnets. When he moved closer, she moved closer. They were drawn to each other, and though at this point it seemed to be pure sexual attraction, Jack was positive that they would be able to get along on other levels as well. They had bonded in the subway tunnel, so why not now and later? As her arms wrapped around him and he felt her fingers intertwine with his hair, he placed one hand just above her hip and on her side, pulling her closer against him. His other hand was placed down, flat on the counter top for stability. With her face tilted at just the right angle, he leaned down, kissing her ever so lightly, but at the same time, enough to make sure the contact was felt.
Jack had to admit, he liked the way this was turning out. The kiss lasted more than a moment, and when it was over, he didn't pull back. He simply broke the lip-lock to watch her face, waiting for her eyes to open again. Jack had managed to keep his eyes open, although half-lidded throughout the kiss, and now he wanted to see her reaction. He didn't let her go, and he didn't step back, he wasn't done until she was done, and if she wasn't going to stop things from going where they were headed, neither would he.
331, :3
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Post by MORRIGAN FROST on Mar 5, 2011 23:13:03 GMT -5
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touch me, babe I'M GONNA LOVE YOU UNTIL THE STARS FALL FROM THE SKY - FOR YOU AND I WORDS: 504, TAGS: jack, SONG by the doors, NOTES:>D Their kiss was chaste and sweet, and was definitely progress, though whether or not they were going in the right direction was beyond her judgement at the moment. Morrigan's mind floated around in a daze for as long as his mouth was over hers, but even as her brain became foggy and unreachable, her body came alive in ways that her mind could not, humming to life as though she had just made contact with a hundred thousand volts of electricity. Something told her that that didn't make sense at all, as that would have meant she was dead. But then, she supposed, it did make sense after all, because no earthly feeling managed to feel this good. But before she could tighten her grip in his hair, before she could cup his head to hold it against hers, he had pulled back, looking down at her with half-lidded eyes as though waiting for her to object.
It had been a fantastic kiss, and certainly something that she had wanted, and even a blind man would have realized it was something Jack had wanted as well. But it wasn't what she needed. She was all for gentle, sweet kisses, the sort that long-time lovers exchanged in passing, but they had to be given and received at the right time. Now was not the right time, not when they were so close together, she could hardly tell what part of her body wasn't touching his. She appreciated that he was kind of enough to allow her a second chance, a second opinion, but though Morri often second-guessed herself, this was one thing she was certain on. She had given the situation to him for him to decide what to do with it. And though she admired that he was being a gentleman, his compassion wasn't something that she was looking for at the moment.
She shifted one of her hands to come around from the back of his head, trailing delicately over the shell of his ear before running gently down his cheek. He was bent over quite a bit, she realized, but there was a way to remedy that. She untangled her hand from his hair to reach behind her a place her hands on the counter. A quick glance behind her told her that she was currently leaning against a bare area that held no glass vials or other lab equipment, and she easily hoisted herself up on top of it, not bothering to remove his hands from her side - the warmth of them resting there felt nice, and she was loathe to separate herself from him any more than she had to. Her new position brought her almost eye-level with him, and she smirked before grabbing him by the collar and slowly reeling him towards her, her eyes narrowing suggestively. "It's not nice to start things you don't intend to finish," she breathed hoarsely when he was but a few inches away, and then she leaned in and kissed him again.
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Post by JACK AUGUSTINE on Mar 5, 2011 23:43:06 GMT -5
See, he had given her a moment of time to reconsider - hardly something a womanizer would do. After all, she had seemed to want to take things a bit more slowly the first time he made a move when he was assessing the damage to her cut lip. He had wanted the first kiss to be gentle so that he could show her that he wasn't about to take advantage of her and ravage her senseless without her complete consent. But after watching her get up on the counter, and then listening to what she had to say, it was obvious that Morrigan didn't really crave gentle loving. Jack would have had to admit - he was glad. He didn't really know her well enough to act like he was taking it slow with his freshly injured long time girlfriend. The fact of the matter was simple: Morrigan wasn't his girlfriend. They'd just met officially inside an abandoned subway tunnel, and now all that he should have cared about was getting busy. Jack was too much of a gentlemen to truly stick to that notion though.
She had been hurt, and he knew better than to hurt her more. The most important rule of being a doctor went: 'First, do no harm', and it was a mantra that Jack tried his best to live by. The girl was up for a little fun though - he could tell by the look in her eyes and the tone in her words. She wanted more, so he would give her more. Her way of bringing him closer to him was just another turn-on. She was asking for it. Her touch, her eyes, her voice, her breath... everything about her presence was drawing him in. It was as if she had enchanted him with a spell, but the doctor knew that she could do no such thing; he was simply responding appropriately to the situation.
Jack managed to smirk just for a second before she kissed him, and this time he didn't hold out like he had the first time. This time, he made sure their lips maintained contact and pressure. His left hand occupying the same position it had been in on her side, but his right was now becoming entangled in her long dark hair. This was what they both wanted. When the kiss should have been over, when he was sure they were both about to run out of air, he broke for hardly a second, and then resumed the kissing. However, this time, he dipped down lower, starting at the nape of her neck and working his way toward her jaw and back to her lips. Jack's hand that had been on her side was now wrapped around her knee, and he hitched her leg up around his waist, causing him to lean closer into her. He was good at multitasking.
483, if you were patient this might have been better! D<
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Post by MORRIGAN FROST on Mar 6, 2011 0:12:55 GMT -5
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touch me, babe I'M GONNA LOVE YOU UNTIL THE STARS FALL FROM THE SKY - FOR YOU AND I WORDS: 560, TAGS: jack, SONG by the doors, NOTES:>D Now this. This was definitely more...like it. Mmmff. Encouraged by the smirk he had given her before their lips had met, Morrigan responded in kind. Her hands, which she had removed from their former positions to steady herself on the counter, now returned to where they had been before, one snaking around his waist and the other tangling into his hair. And while she would have been lying if she said her bruised lips didn't hurt, she found that she didn't mind much, and the other various things Jack was doing with his hands proved to be worthy distractions that made the pain fade away in a heartbeat, as though it had never been there. Her hand tightened in his hair desperately, as though she was dangling over the ledge of a precipice, and her grip was the only thing sending her tumbling over the edge. And we he paused for air, she made to take in a deep breath, but before her lungs were even halfway expanded, his mouth had pressed against her again, but it wasn't against her mouth.
All the breath that she had just inhaled came out in a soft cry as he peppered her skin with kisses, making a line from the nape of her neck and up to her jaw. When she was about to burst, he returned his attention to her lips once again, swallowing her cries as his lips moved over hers. And then his hand was running down her leg from its former position at her hip, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. And when it paused at her knee, he didn't allow it to just sit there, oh no. In one swift motion, he had brought her leg up to wrap snugly around his waist, and Morrigan, taking the hint, brought her other leg up to join it. Now he was pressed so tightly to her, she doubted she would be breathing anyways, even if his mouth didn't happen to be taking her breath away. If they leaned any closer to each other, somebody was going to fall. And that actually wasn't a bad idea, now that she thought of it, but she wasn't heartless enough tumble Jack onto a hard floor. But if he kept up what he was doing, she just might have to throw what was left of her morals to the wind and do what was necessary.
She pulled back, heaving for breath, but didn't give him time to react, instead swooping down to give him a taste of his own medicine, pressing her lips lightly to the hollow of his throat, feeling his pulse there beating rapidly under his skin. She made a trail of kisses as he had done, leading up and around his throat, across his jawline, even over his chin. One of her hands remained in his hair, holding his head down to her, while the other hand glided out from around his waist, and she plucked lightly at his shirt as her mouth fell on his again. Her fingers flitted playfully above the waistband of his pants, barely brushing against the skin there before returning to tug on the hem of his shirt. It had to go; she hoped she was communicating this effectively enough for him, as she currently lacked the intelligence to string two words together.
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Post by JACK AUGUSTINE on Mar 6, 2011 10:31:51 GMT -5
Jack enjoyed the way her body responded to him, and didn't want it to end anytime soon. The way her hand felt when it tangled into his hair... the way her arm around his waist pulled him closer... he was about to be lost in an abyss of ecstasy. The real stuff all began the moment he'd started kissing her neck. He could hear her approval loud and clear, and it only fueled his desire even more.
There was something about this girl that seemed different from what usually came home with him for a one night stand. First of all, he usually didn't have conversations with those women, and now, aside from the fact that they were all over each other, Jack could feel an immeasurable amount of heat within him. Sure, he was really turned on and all, but he didn't feel quite like this with anyone else. Maybe it was just the change in scenery... Sex in the lab? He thought it'd only ever happen in his wildest dreams, yet here they were, twining themselves together like rope.
They continued on with their kissing as he began getting another point across. She easily took the hint and wrapped her legs around him, and Jack couldn't have been more content that for whatever reason, she had decided to wear a skirt. It was very, very convenient. He was finally able to gasp for air when she broke, but she resumed kissing him elsewhere, just as he had done to her. His pulse began to race, his mind was lost in bliss, and his voice seemed to be gone - though he did manage something of a groan when her lips finally met his again. She sure knew how to treat a guy. He was able to comprehend what she wanted quickly enough, and reacted quickly, breaking from the kiss once again to focus. It took him about two seconds flat to get a few of crucial buttons on his shirt undone, and then the white, slightly wrinkled, dress shirt was falling away to the floor.
Next on the list of things to do went as follows: her shirt, his pants, her skirt, undergarments, and then, inevitably, each other.
370, alright now - there's the fade to black
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Post by MORRIGAN FROST on Mar 6, 2011 11:31:15 GMT -5
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touch me, babe I'M GONNA LOVE YOU UNTIL THE STARS FALL FROM THE SKY - FOR YOU AND I WORDS: 845, TAGS: jack, SONG by the doors, NOTES:>D Morrigan padded quietly out of his room to retrieve her clothes, leaving him to get dressed in his own bedroom as she closed the door a fraction behind her (for what, though? for privacy?). The hardwood floor felt cool against her feet as she walked into the living room, her eyes flicking around the room in search of her clothing; as good as it felt to saunter around his apartment without a stitch of clothing on, she really needed to get back to her apartment; it was almost two o'clock in the morning. A faint blush tinted her cheeks as she did some swift calculations in her mind - it had been late afternoon when she had come up here, and was no early morning...that was at least five or six hours. The rosy hue became a scarlet stain as she ran her fingers through her hair and exhaled slowly. Six hours in an apartment with Jack. Not exactly what she had been expecting, but nothing she could complain about. She felt sated and full, the burning desire reduced to smoking embers now, still there, but nowhere near as desperate as it had been over the past few hours.
She didn't know why exactly she felt like she had to go back to her apartment. It wasn't as though she had a dog to feed or a kid to take care of. She could have probably easily laid beside him all night and not really given a damn about ever going back to her crummy little hole in the wall ever again. Maybe it was just habit; whenever she shared in with one-night stands, she never spent the night. She felt as though it would be wrong to wake up in someone's arms, someone who didn't love her or care about her, and someone she didn't care about in turn. And beyond the more emotional rationalization for not staying the night, pure common sense dictated it wasn't wise to fall asleep in the house of someone you knew nothing about. She didn't want to wake up chained to a wall in a dingy basement, thanks very much. With Jack, she was leaning more toward the former reason. She didn't really believe he was capable of being a serial killer or a rapist. She only had a few hours of experience with him, but nothing he had said or done had raised alarm bells. No, it was definitely emotional. Sleeping (literally sleeping, that is) with someone showed trust and closeness, practically love. She didn't think she could bear to give him that part of her. Not yet.
A sock was slung haphazardly over the arm of the cough in the living room. How they had managed to migrate from the lab to the living room, she had no idea, but she was flat on her back now, he was on top of her, and the hows and whys suddenly seemed very unimportant. With an amused smirk, Morri slid it onto her foot. Its partner was on the floor nearby, and her shoes had been kicked off closer to the lab, where the rest of her clothes had been flung about across the floor. She ambled into the room, dressed in nothing but shoes and socks, beaming at the mess they had made. While she hadn't really had time to think of much else than Jack when they had been...engaged...on the lab counter, the scene was amusing to her now. The sight of her clothes scattered about the otherwise immaculate lab was a nice touch. Morrigan set about gathering them up, putting on her bra, her shirt, her skirt, all with a casual slowness. For a brief moment, she toyed with the thought of leaving her panties hanging on something in the room, but decided against it - not even she was that brazen, and she lived in another apartment building. There was no way she was walking home commando. Laughing to herself joyously, she slid them on. Something else on the floor caught her eye, however, and she picked it up, curious. She had thought she was fully dressed.
And so she was. The shirt didn't belong to her - it was his dress shirt, the one she had picked at hours ago and he had obligingly slid it off for her. Her hands went to his body immediately, tracing the contours of his abs, running up and down his sides and down his back. He was so warm. She leaned down to pick it up from the ground - the material was smooth and soft, and the stark white material seemed to gleam in the dark with its own brilliance. She brought it up to her face and inhaled deeply, breathing in his fresh scent like she had spent her life underwater and had just taken her first breath of air. She wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned forward, burying her face into the crook of his neck. Morrigan grinned and held the shirt close to her. "I'm taking this." |
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Post by JACK AUGUSTINE on Mar 6, 2011 18:55:07 GMT -5
They had spent a good long time going at it, but now, now they were finally calling it quits. It was two in the morning, and Jack had rounds at five, but he really wasn't thinking about that right now. Sure, he was tired, and that was on his mind, but he wasn't thinking about how he might regret the night's escapades with the girl he hardly knew, he was just thinking about how great in bed they were together. Even when they had gone at it for about five hours, Jack was reluctant to come to terms with reality. He wished that it was still only ten o'clock and that things were only getting started. But time never stopped ticking away, and now it was early in the morning.
Morrigan had left his room, completely naked, to go find her clothing, and Jack too got up and wandered over to his closet to get some clothing on. He pulled some boxers out of his dresser, then some old jeans and a t-shirt and put each article on accordingly. Not many people ever saw him in such attire, but when he was at home, or when he wasn't coming or going to work, the man liked to wear something comfortable. It made him look like some regular guy, rather than a doctor with slightly wrinkled but high end clothing. Jack liked to maintain a certain appearance when around other people, but he really wasn't the kind of guy to but a huge effort into it. His main priority in life was saving lives - not to iron clothes.
He wouldn't have objected if she would have decided to stay. It wasn't like he would have cuddled her and held her while they slept. He imagined that if she fell asleep, she'd have her side of the bed and he would have his - it would be like any other one night stand. He'd get up at five in the morning to go to work, and she'd wake up later and let herself out. Maybe he would have left his phone number on the kitchen table for her. But Morrigan apparently wasn't that kind of girl, which he was perfectly fine with. He wouldn't have to be quiet then when he woke up, which was always nice, because he liked to make breakfast.
Jack wasn't really sure when he'd see Morrigan again. They didn't really discuss much whilst they were in bed together - aside from a few questions about positioning and then of course when they kept calling each other's names out. He knew where she worked, she knew where he lived. There really wasn't too much to talk about, not then, and not now. They weren't an item. This was practically the first time they actually ever noticed one another, and now they both got what they wanted - they had a good time. Jack didn't love her, she didn't love him. It was just mindless and amazing screwing, but now it was over and done with. Who knew if it would ever happen again or not?
The doctor pulled his shirt on over his head and then headed out of his room, wandering through his apartment slowly as he looked for her. He went to the doorway of the lab and peered over inside at her, "I'll drive you home." It wasn't a question. Jack wasn't about to let her go on the walk of shame at such an ungodly hour only to hear that she got jumped by some guy on her way home. It would help him sleep when he got back, to know that she had made it home alright. Had it been the morning and the sun was up, he wouldn't have cared, but he knew this city. He saw the assault and rape victims at the hospital, and if he could help it, Morrigan wouldn't wind up being one of them. Jack looked to what she was holding and smirked a little bit as he was able to discern what article of his clothing she had in her grasp. It didn't bother him though - besides, perhaps she was a little cold and her tank top wasn't enough. He didn't really have anything to say about the matter, but couldn't help think about how he might be able to use the shirt as leverage to see her again.
735, ^_^
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Post by MORRIGAN FROST on Mar 11, 2011 20:41:12 GMT -5
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touch me, babe I'M GONNA LOVE YOU UNTIL THE STARS FALL FROM THE SKY - FOR YOU AND I WORDS: 987, TAGS: jack, SONG by the doors, NOTES:rambleramble She heard his soft footfalls on the floor, the downfalls of a place with no soft carpeting to muffle the impact of feet hitting the hardwood (not to mention hardwood floors were godawful places to have sex, damn him), and she turned slowly to see him in the doorway to the lab. Her fingers clenched his shirt, the soft fabric giving away easily to her strangling grip. It was funny and sad, in a way, how it had began in this room, him leading her gently into his lab to mop up the mess she had made of herself. Of course, they had moved onto other things after that, but she hadn't forgotten that he had been compassionate first, however else he may have acted later. And now, this was where it would end, with her bowing out gracefully through his door to disappear into the night. Would she ever see him again? Her stomach twisted into a knot that almost rivaled the death grip she had on the shirt. She didn't make a habit of hitting up the same guy twice - it usually led to sticky situations and awkward conversations about commitment and where this was going, blah blah. Things she didn't really need nor want, and yet...she couldn't deny that this had been the most mindblowing night of her life.
She wouldn't be opposed to seeing him again, exactly. Well, that was a bit of an understatement; she'd gladly scale his wall and launch herself through his window and tackle him to the ground if it meant seeing him again (and by seeing him she meant seeing him, ahem). Morri bit the inside of her mouth, chewing anxiously on the soft skin of her inner cheek. She didn't want to express a desire to see him again; what if he refused or, even worse, suggested that they continue their activities at her place? Her eyes widened a fraction as she visioned him walking into her one-bedroom apartment, complete with cracked walls and ceilings, an outdated kitchen, a hard bed, and pet mice that weren't really pets, they were just free to hang around. She cast a furtive glance around the lab, in all its immaculate glory, and decided that she'd rather die than let him set foot in her apartment. Assuming he ever even wanted to see her again. She was getting ahead of herself. But assuming that he did ever want to see her again...let it be on his terms. He couldn't suggest them meeting at her place without sounding as though he were inviting himself over (which would be rude, and he didn't strike her as the rude type, of all things). At least not on their second...thing. She couldn't really call it a date, could she? Dates usually implied fine dining and fancy hair and clothes (did she even own a nice dress?) not a night-long sexcapade on every surface of the apartment. And yet to call it a one-night stand would also be inaccurate, as it would technically be the second night...
She realized she had been staring at him rather blankly for the past few seconds while all of these irrelevant thoughts had chased each other through her head. Luckily, she snapped back to reality before he spoke. And at his offer...she felt some of the elation deflate out of her. Most girls would have jumped at the opportunity to spend a nice car ride with the man who had just spent the better part of the night turning her into a puddle of incoherent mush, but a car ride home? She bristled at the thought of it. It wasn't that she despised chivalry - any guy willing to open the door for her or call her "miss" was a good person in her books - it was just...a ride home? She walked home from work every evening, even in the winter when it got darker at four o'clock in the afternoon. Working as a bartender exposed her to men she'd rather not be exposed to, but she had learned to brush them off with ease. So while his offer had been made in all politeness, she couldn't help but feel the sting of the unintended insult his words carried. She, like every other released experiment, had been virtually on her own for the past thirteen years. And she, like every other, had learned to live with it and defend herself. She had been training in martial arts for the past decade - she could probably defend herself better than Jack ever could, and could do it without breaking a sweat. Her eyes narrowed, and her pride spoke for her, miles ahead of the more rational side of her brain, as always.
"I appreciate your offer, but no thanks." Her voice was clipped and stiffly polite. "I've walked home every day of my life, even when I was a kid. It's no different now. Believe me, the walk from the Third District to the Second isn't a stroll through the park." Indeed it wasn't; the Third District was party central, and she typically reverted to her animal form when in the presence of drunks and bad boys - they never saw her. "My apartment is a fifteen minute walk from here. Probably a ten minute run. I think I can handle it." She slid his shirt over her head - she would keep to her cat form, and wouldn't be able to carry it. It went down mid-thigh, making it look as though she didn't have on anything else whatsoever. And after taking a moment to stretch, she strutted over to where Jack stood in the door, staring up at him confidently. "Excuse me, please."
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