[IC] The Redcoat and the Thief

[gowia]

As he closed the door he took off his leather and placed it almost lovingly onto it's hanger on the doo. Stepping out of his clothes he put hem in the corner. As Jack fell into his bed the cool duvet was a god send. Peeling off his T-shirt he threw it at the 'washing corner' which also had a number of boxers, a dozen socks, the items he had just taken off and a couple of West Ham shirts. He was now down to his boxers and the cool cotton sat beautifully on his skin. Just then he heard the door open and he sat up. Grace was standing there wit the duvet and pillow, looking as high as a kite. A pillow collided with his face and by the time he had thrown that into the corner too Grace was already pulling her top off. Jack didn't really know what to do, on the one hand he didn't find the whole 'junkie' thing attractive at all, he was now supposed to be working with her and he was still pretty pissed about being robbed. On the other hand she was fit as fuck and if the the half was anything to go on the bottom half was going to be just as fine. Whilst she was doing this he simply sat up and put his arms across the headboard, pulling the duvet down a bit at the same time. His eyes never left hers.

[Khat]

~~~Fade to black :3~~~