[ Because there will be rumors of a playboy baron partying it up, buying girls to catch the attention of the leader. Reports of wild nights, perhaps, from a courtesan or two who wants to curry favor with Jack. ]
[ But in this, Jack is not alone. It terrifies Johnny, too -- but he doesn't want to run away, not now. He's in too deep, and being apart from him actually hurts a little.
Johnny touches his screen briefly, tracing over the lines of his face with a faint smile. ]
No matter what you hear, there's only you. [ He bites his lip. ] I'm going to take her out and make her disappear.
[ He loves when Jack has such faith in him, when he believes in him without question -- and he understands, now, how much it hurt Jack when Johnny thoughtlessly asked him the one question he never needed to ask.
Johnny bites his lip; he'll make it up to his lover the best way he can. ] With all the extra crispy bacon on top of the fluffiest eggs you can have. Kiwis?
God, you make me hot when you talk like that. [ Johnny maybe just leers a little because goddamn, Jack, your slick words are probably what makes boys and girls fall all over themselves for you. ]
I should quit my mission and come back to you right now.
Imagine if you could run all of Mair's brothels one day once it comes back into Unseelie territory. You could clean it all up and be a regular Hugh Hefner. Only way more handsome, and mine.
[ Johnny thinks of that, then eases into a smile reserved for Jack alone. ]
[And mine. Jack laughs at that, but it's the laugh reserved for when Johnny says something funny or genuinely charming. Once it was rare, but the balance shifts more day by day.]
Now where's the fun when there isn't a little competition?
[ There's everything enjoyable about Jack's laughter, the way it thrills him -- he loves it when he smiles and laughs, and Johnny's beaming at him in turn, quietly adoring him. ]
The fun's in all the sex villas you can make. Imagine that!
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[Jack meets his eyes, one brow arching at his lover's dubious expression.]
You don't need me to spell that out too, do you?
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[ He's quiet for a moment. ]
Do you trust me? For this mission?
[ Because there will be rumors of a playboy baron partying it up, buying girls to catch the attention of the leader. Reports of wild nights, perhaps, from a courtesan or two who wants to curry favor with Jack. ]
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[It's barely a whisper, but Jack looks at him steadily, refusing to be afraid of this. Always refusing to run.]
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Johnny touches his screen briefly, tracing over the lines of his face with a faint smile. ]
No matter what you hear, there's only you. [ He bites his lip. ] I'm going to take her out and make her disappear.
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[Jack wants to see this woman removed permanently.]
You're making me breakfast in bed when you get home.
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Johnny bites his lip; he'll make it up to his lover the best way he can. ] With all the extra crispy bacon on top of the fluffiest eggs you can have. Kiwis?
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I should quit my mission and come back to you right now.
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Don't even think about it.
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You're my sunshine, you know.
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And you're mine. But you have work to do.
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Imagine if you could run all of Mair's brothels one day once it comes back into Unseelie territory. You could clean it all up and be a regular Hugh Hefner. Only way more handsome, and mine.
[ Johnny thinks of that, then eases into a smile reserved for Jack alone. ]
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Now where's the fun when there isn't a little competition?
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The fun's in all the sex villas you can make. Imagine that!
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