From a Mainland Penthouse Suite to Emma's Flat, Bed-Stuy, Brooklyn. 6:00PM Sunday, Fandom-Time.
In the end, it proved far too easy to lose track of time. Six in the evening found Emma up against the wall, her wrists pinned above her head by one of Jack's hands (and his new six inches totally dirty), and otherwise preoccupied when there was a flash of light and the world tilted sideways for a moment.
The next thing Emma knew, she was on the floor of her apartment in Bed-Stuy, the rumpled shirt she'd been wearing when she'd gone to sleep on Friday night in a heap next to her.
"OH COME ON!"
[OOC: NFB, Open for calls or texts, sure.]
The next thing Emma knew, she was on the floor of her apartment in Bed-Stuy, the rumpled shirt she'd been wearing when she'd gone to sleep on Friday night in a heap next to her.
"OH COME ON!"
[OOC: NFB, Open for calls or texts, sure.]