Jack/Anna/Tatty:Leaving The Roof
As Anna pulled herself closer, Jack's hand slid up her leg without warning, and he found his fingertips just under the hem of her skirt, and instead of pulling back, ashamed, he simply grasped her thin leg in his hand and gave it a bit of a squeeze. It was as if his mind took over and knew just what to do, and he was going to simply let it. His hand pulled back now, squeezing lower, and then he let go and slid to her hip, pulling her in closer to his lap, until she was nearly sitting in his lap, clinging to her as if letting her go would make her fly away.
Jack pulled back from the kiss, "Tatty," he said shortly, finally remembering about him. It was then that he could smell it, the rain was coming, and his eyes looked up to the sky, "Oh, look Anna," he pointed to the place where the stars weren't visible anymore, the moon illuminating the clouds above them. As if on cue, a big, fat, raindrop fell from the sky and landed with a soft smack on the ground, then more, making the smell of wet, hot cement come up and greet their noses. "I guess we should go in," he said softly, motioning towards the door with his head as he looked her in the eyes. "I'm sorry," he added, as if he had some kind of control over the weather. The rain was slow now, fat drops, and one landed on Jack's hand on her hip, making him look away from her and up. "We...we better go in, before it starts pouring," he informed her, shrugging but not moving.
Jack pulled back from the kiss, "Tatty," he said shortly, finally remembering about him. It was then that he could smell it, the rain was coming, and his eyes looked up to the sky, "Oh, look Anna," he pointed to the place where the stars weren't visible anymore, the moon illuminating the clouds above them. As if on cue, a big, fat, raindrop fell from the sky and landed with a soft smack on the ground, then more, making the smell of wet, hot cement come up and greet their noses. "I guess we should go in," he said softly, motioning towards the door with his head as he looked her in the eyes. "I'm sorry," he added, as if he had some kind of control over the weather. The rain was slow now, fat drops, and one landed on Jack's hand on her hip, making him look away from her and up. "We...we better go in, before it starts pouring," he informed her, shrugging but not moving.