[For Jack]

Apr 05, 2010 18:43

Jane was beginning to worry. It wasn't that she had ever stopped, but now that the ball was fast approaching and months had now passed, she was beginning to worry once more that the subject of her physical intimacy with Carwood would be broached and Jane was still unsure as to what she was supposed to say to him or offer him ( Read more... )

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has_2ls April 5 2010, 23:16:37 UTC
Jack had laundry again. It was getting to be a habit, him and laundry, and he barely let it pile up before he was taking a load up to the Compound to wash. Never would have happened that way back home but hey, some things changed, especially when he had all sorts of available time on his hands. He settled the basket down with a less-than-graceful move and grinned a little when he saw Jane sitting near the clothes box.

"Looking for something or just thinking? Because if you can get that thing to give me a decent pair of swim trunks, I'm your new best friend."

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bennet_beauty April 6 2010, 21:15:12 UTC
Jane looked up and felt as though she were the very picture of serious thought. Her lips were pursed together and she could not find anything suitable. Or, at least, suitable as far as she was concerned. "I am looking for something," she agreed. "But not anything in particular. I thought I might know when I saw it, but I seem to be mistaken in that regard."

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has_2ls April 6 2010, 22:42:24 UTC
Jack settled down next to her. "What did you have in mind? Cause I can try and ask it for you, but as a warning, it might give me something a little racier than what you're normally after."

He shrugged, sheepish. "At least, that's what it does when I try to pick for Sam. Gives me really short dresses. No class at all, that box."

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bennet_beauty April 6 2010, 22:56:02 UTC
Jane flushed pink at the seeming apt comment on Jack's part, averting her eyes to the side as she continued to pick out garments and study them, only to fold them in her lap carefully. "Perhaps at this juncture, a short dress would not be wholly amiss? Or perhaps something ... racy?" she said, but her innocent look betrayed her words.

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