Beware of Salty Sailor (ota)
Jack awoke in the barely morning hours with a groan that he quickly stifled lest he wake Sam. Another of those dreams, but worse. Jack had been getting more and more frequent,and more and more explicitly erotic dreams about Lorelai Gilmore. The fact that they had not run into each other lately made no difference. Jack had responded by spending more time working out, swimming, sparring to exhaustion with Stildyne (with permission of Stildyne mun) to no avail. Last night, he had let himself get tipsy and tearful thinking of Sophie, looking at her picture, writing a long emotional letter to her in his journal, trying to get Lorelai out of his mind. His mind however had responded by taking a line from Lorelai's letter, about how she would probably like Sophie if she met her, and taking it to a very bawdy place. This dream had both Sophie and Lorelai in it, and they liked each other very much indeed.
Jack ached. Wasn't this sort of thing supposed not to happen as one got older? He was middle-aged, his blonde braid had over a score white hairs in it now. His body was supposed to quit being so demanding, his mind to be less...lurid. Jack sighed, quietly. Getting up to take a cold shower would disturb Sam, so Jack rose in the dark, and with his sailor's habits of always stowing things in the same place, easily found his swim trunks and pulled them on.
He would go and have a very long, cold swim.
catch him anywhere from hotel halls to ocean
Jack ached. Wasn't this sort of thing supposed not to happen as one got older? He was middle-aged, his blonde braid had over a score white hairs in it now. His body was supposed to quit being so demanding, his mind to be less...lurid. Jack sighed, quietly. Getting up to take a cold shower would disturb Sam, so Jack rose in the dark, and with his sailor's habits of always stowing things in the same place, easily found his swim trunks and pulled them on.
He would go and have a very long, cold swim.
catch him anywhere from hotel halls to ocean