OOC: Hee! I made it, along with my own version of naked Jack, for use in A thorough examination. Is it safe to assume that Jack approves?
Methos blinked owlishly at the words from outside his hut. Or the words he was almost certain where coming from outside. Methos muttered softly to himself, "Ge-ge?"
He tried to focus more clearly on Jack, not that he was certain if whether or not the man next to him was also hearing the voice would actually establish if it was real or he was only dreaming it.
Methos struggled to wake up while his sleepy brain informed him the voice talking was River's. He'd just about managed to sit so that he could clearly see his door when she peered in past the flap, "River!"
Only after he made his protest at her looking did her words about why she couldn't sleep register. Methos glanced at Jack again, and this time his mind wasn't on whether or not the man next to him was hearing River now. He was wondering what Oona might have sensed during the night from them.
(OOC: Can I use it for the game I'm in where I play Methos? Fully credited, of course.)Jack opened one eye, then another, seeing a very delectible eyefull of very hones chest. Oh yeah. Adam. Now there was a suprise treat
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(OOC: Sure you can use it. It's not like I got the Balance Charm put around his neck.)
Methos' attention having drifted back to Jack, after his alarm from River's peeking turned to concern at her words about Oona, he watched as the other man opened first one eye then the other. For all Methos' alarm about the girl's looking in on them and her words about Oona he couldn't help a smile watching how Jack enjoyed his view before River's voice registered. Methos nodded at the translation, "Ah, my Mandarin is very rusty."
He didn't mention how it was centuries old but he was tempted, knowing River was aware of his immortality, and wanting to tell Jack about it. Methos had too much on his mind. There was River at his door waiting for Jack to braid her hair, how she'd had to come to his hut to find Jack, and the question of where the waves Oona had been swept by came from. It didn't seem like the time to add his immortality to the conversation
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Methos gave Jack a sympathetic smile as he said it was a lot to take in. He rubbed a hand lightly over one of the other man's legs once they were draped over his. Methos told him, "It's okay. I'm not asking you to wrap your mind around all of it this morning. I don't remember all of it myself anymore, and you've got that trip to the TARDIS today. So long as no one cuts my head clean off my shoulders while you're gone, I'll still be here when you get back
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Jack just sat there, listening to it all, until Adam was finished explaining what he could. It was a lot to process. He did pick up the comment about removing head from shoulders. Now that would be a real shame. They were a gorgeous set, that head and those shoulders
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"Knock Knock," River didn't really knock on the shelter but stood just outside. "Ge-ge must weave her hair before others rise."
River bent over and peered inside. "She could not sleep with the moon undulating with the waves and moaning. Dreams were too intimate."
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Methos blinked owlishly at the words from outside his hut. Or the words he was almost certain where coming from outside. Methos muttered softly to himself, "Ge-ge?"
He tried to focus more clearly on Jack, not that he was certain if whether or not the man next to him was also hearing the voice would actually establish if it was real or he was only dreaming it.
Methos struggled to wake up while his sleepy brain informed him the voice talking was River's. He'd just about managed to sit so that he could clearly see his door when she peered in past the flap, "River!"
Only after he made his protest at her looking did her words about why she couldn't sleep register. Methos glanced at Jack again, and this time his mind wasn't on whether or not the man next to him was hearing River now. He was wondering what Oona might have sensed during the night from them.
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Methos' attention having drifted back to Jack, after his alarm from River's peeking turned to concern at her words about Oona, he watched as the other man opened first one eye then the other. For all Methos' alarm about the girl's looking in on them and her words about Oona he couldn't help a smile watching how Jack enjoyed his view before River's voice registered. Methos nodded at the translation, "Ah, my Mandarin is very rusty."
He didn't mention how it was centuries old but he was tempted, knowing River was aware of his immortality, and wanting to tell Jack about it. Methos had too much on his mind. There was River at his door waiting for Jack to braid her hair, how she'd had to come to his hut to find Jack, and the question of where the waves Oona had been swept by came from. It didn't seem like the time to add his immortality to the conversation ( ... )
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