It was very nearly afternoon by the time Jack quite literally disappeared, leaving her with only a mere six hours to fill. In many ways she could have used a great deal more than that.
First, of course, there was Louis to face. Her performance with Jack the evening prior had not been lost on him. And even though she no longer owed that level of loyalty to him -- indeed he had left his mistress abed to speak to her -- he was still very particular when it came to her person. Kings were allowed to be, she supposed. Who would tell him otherwise.
As it was she did not deny Jack, choosing instead to perpetuate the myth they had mutually created. However fundamentally untrue it might be, there was something in Louis gaze that made her wish to challenge him. Until that moment she had not fully understood that he never actually expected her to move on.
To be anything else but his, however their relationship was altered
( ... )
Jack stepped into the room quietly. He was often one to make a grand entrance, but he avoided it now. He stood there instead in the half light of the doorway, and he smiled over towards her.
It had been three week. And he was glad to see her.
"Hello, Jeanne-Antoinette," he whispered across the room (and secretly hoped his pronunciation had improved).
He stood there just a moment, wearing a smile as he watched her. A moment caught before snapping from it and stepping forward.
"I do hope you haven't eaten," he said, "because you and I have dinner reservations."
"But what if I ate all the pastries," Reinette inquired innocently, indicating an empty tray she had quite deliberately ordered to be left out. A smile was just barely evident on her features.
Placing her book aside, she stood to greet Jack then, crossing the remainder of the room with ease. She had decided to forgive him for his statement about the eclairs after all.
She took him in, wondering just how long it had been. More shades of the Doctor then, and the old uncertainties.
And it had been some time. She chose to answer his greeting in clear, slightly accented English.
"You didn't," Jack said with utter confidence. He was quite sure of that, and there was no need to beat around the bush.
He placed his box down on the floor beside him and reached his hand forward to take hers and kiss the back of her fingers, smiling at her in that coy sort of way he had.
He smiled at her and his lip twisted sideways. "And so have you." He nodded, "That's good. You'll need that."
His gaze fell towards the garment cover resting over his arm, the coat hanger sticking out the end.
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It was very nearly afternoon by the time Jack quite literally disappeared, leaving her with only a mere six hours to fill. In many ways she could have used a great deal more than that.
First, of course, there was Louis to face. Her performance with Jack the evening prior had not been lost on him. And even though she no longer owed that level of loyalty to him -- indeed he had left his mistress abed to speak to her -- he was still very particular when it came to her person. Kings were allowed to be, she supposed. Who would tell him otherwise.
As it was she did not deny Jack, choosing instead to perpetuate the myth they had mutually created. However fundamentally untrue it might be, there was something in Louis gaze that made her wish to challenge him. Until that moment she had not fully understood that he never actually expected her to move on.
To be anything else but his, however their relationship was altered ( ... )
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It had been three week. And he was glad to see her.
"Hello, Jeanne-Antoinette," he whispered across the room (and secretly hoped his pronunciation had improved).
He stood there just a moment, wearing a smile as he watched her. A moment caught before snapping from it and stepping forward.
"I do hope you haven't eaten," he said, "because you and I have dinner reservations."
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Placing her book aside, she stood to greet Jack then, crossing the remainder of the room with ease. She had decided to forgive him for his statement about the eclairs after all.
She took him in, wondering just how long it had been. More shades of the Doctor then, and the old uncertainties.
And it had been some time. She chose to answer his greeting in clear, slightly accented English.
"You have been practicing, Jack."
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He placed his box down on the floor beside him and reached his hand forward to take hers and kiss the back of her fingers, smiling at her in that coy sort of way he had.
He smiled at her and his lip twisted sideways. "And so have you." He nodded, "That's good. You'll need that."
His gaze fell towards the garment cover resting over his arm, the coat hanger sticking out the end.
"I have something for you."
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