Jack always finds great humour in ‘our’ quaint little categories. Yes, yes- the 21st century and all our sexual inhibitions are quite amusing to his 51st century libido. Certainly twins (acrobats no less), executioners, and aliens all make for lovely, exciting time between the sheets. Of these things I have no doubt. Sex to him is a hobby, or a means to an end; a task he’s done so many times that he’s quite capable of doing it without thought or effort.
But I have a secret. Sometimes, his body betrays him. Sometimes, the reactions are so strong: chemical, electrical, physical. He simply can’t suppress them, and I get a glimpse of what’s underneath. That’s when things really get interesting- when Jack behaves so organically.
Those first signs were so simple, so innocent. I’d bring him coffee, or a requested file wearing my ‘cute suit’. He’d maintain his focus, head down, hard at work, but when he met my gaze his deep, dilated eyes would confess his thoughts. Behind those eyes I could almost feel his neurons firing and the synapses flooding with the impulses.
Better still are the times when I’d come upon him, oblivious to my presence, and lean in over him, just within his personal radius. It never takes Jack long to realize I’m there; his muscles tensing slightly, and his body flooding with heat. Leaned in close, reading or observing over his shoulder I can feel electricity pouring from him skin. Still he would remain quiet, diligently working to control himself.
The stopwatch was different: first because I spoke- taking control; secondly because Jack reacted absolutely. I’ll never forget as the look of surprise on his face was replaced with a roguish, knowing smile. The sound of his breath catching, just barely, at my enigmatic suggestion and all the possibilities his mind could come up with. The air was thick with pheromones and the completeness of his longing.
Yes- everyone desires Jack. But sometimes, sometimes he cannot hide how much he desires me.