694: It's all fun and games until someone loses an eye...

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The Sensory Deprivation Meme

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Jack Harkness || Doctor Who/Torchwood || 6

[so_i_bounced]

here...female John.

[uexpectme2bhave]

Joan stared at him. Hell she had a mess up moral code but this...She looked down at the dead man then back at Jack. "He didn't hurt me that badly!"

Re: here...female John.

[so_i_bounced]

"He shouldn't have hit you at all," Jack said nonchalantly, wiping his hands with a handkerchief. "I'm the only one allowed to punch you, then try to snog you."

Re: here...female John.

[uexpectme2bhave]

She pulled back slightly. "Okay...what have you been smoking Harkness. You've never killed a man for hitting me before. Unless you've been doing it behind my back. If so. Bravo for hiding that habit." Not that she'll admit this side of Jack was a complete turn on.

[so_i_bounced]

He frowned a little when the blood wouldn't come out from under his nails. So messy when it didn't need to be. Well, some things should be messy, but his hands shouldn't, not right then. "No, I haven't, but I don't think it matters. You're my girl, Joan, not some hooker on the streets of whatever planet in whatever galaxy in whatever time we happen to end up in."

[uexpectme2bhave]

Well that went straight to her gut. "You're girl huh..." She shakes her head. "Thank Jack. Seriously. If you hadn't come along." The woman shrugs, pulling her red jacket tighter. It was the only sign that she'd been discomforted by her aggressors actions. "Come on. Lets go back to the hotel before the authorities get here yeah?"

[so_i_bounced]

Jack turned to face Joan fully and rubbed his hands down her arms before straightening her jacket for her. "Don't let the bastards get you down. And why should we run, anyway? Didn't do anything wrong. He was attacking you. Like you said, what would have happened if I hadn't come along?"

[uexpectme2bhave]

"Yeah I've made that excuse and still ended up in Murder rehab. Twice." She rests her forehead on his chest. "Take it from me Jack. Rehab. Not fun. Especially the one for sex addiction."

[so_i_bounced]

Combing his fingers through Joan's hair, Jack pulled her close against him. "I believe you. You still need to quit with the heists, though, sweetheart." But it didn't matter. She was his, and he would (and had) kill to protect her from anyone else's claims.

[uexpectme2bhave]

Now that earned Jack a pout. "But they're fun." She retorted simply. "And you have to admit you like the reward you get after when I get away scotch free." Joan grinned at him as her arms went around his waist.

[so_i_bounced]

He shook his head, leaning down to plant a kiss on Joan's forehead. "I'd rather you come home with scotch, but that's besides the point. The blow jobs are great, though, and as far as coming home to see you bent over my bed?" Letting out a pleased sound, Jack pulls back. "I'm thinking ice cream."

[uexpectme2bhave]

"Mmm. I knew you'd like that." She purred back before smirking. "Oh? Ice cream? And just what do you plan to do with that ice cream?"

[so_i_bounced]

He winked. "Eat it. And then you."

[uexpectme2bhave]

"Oh see. I like how you think." Joan pulled him down into a kiss, nibbling his lip a hand found him and gently kneaded.

[so_i_bounced]

Jack hummed, pressing into her hand. "Feels good. Let's go do it."

[uexpectme2bhave]

She wrapped her arms around his neck a moment before hopping up and wrapping her legs around him, knowing from experience that he could easily carry her weight even with the number of weapons she wore. "Going to wear me out tonight?" She nibbled along his neck.