[Jack's mind is unsurprisingly blank, save for the single task of finishing the job he started. That's what made this whole endeavor such a relief. Fucking off gave him a chance to not think for a bit, to just focus on the grind of their hips, the roll of sweat, the rush of blood, and the flow of adrenaline.
Its a rare moment Jack isn't thinking about someone holding a knife to his throat, or thinking about lighting another fuse.
His shirt pulls at the back of his neck whenever she tugs it, so he simply leaves his head bowed rather than fight against the chaffing fabric. He's content to continue his task of pushing her as far as she'll let him, sinking his teeth into the fabric of the collar around her neck and past it to the scarred skin it hides.]
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Its a rare moment Jack isn't thinking about someone holding a knife to his throat, or thinking about lighting another fuse.
His shirt pulls at the back of his neck whenever she tugs it, so he simply leaves his head bowed rather than fight against the chaffing fabric. He's content to continue his task of pushing her as far as she'll let him, sinking his teeth into the fabric of the collar around her neck and past it to the scarred skin it hides.]