#agentharkness

❛ twelve pound forty ! i nearly died when bernie said that , somethin' to do with fishing laws . . . apparently . ❜ she shakes her head in disgust , of course she's complaining ; she's welsh . the warmth from her food radiates in her lap , absolutely starving . . . she sounds like rhys . ❛ you better eat it or i'll throw you in there . ❜ grinning .

it was never the same , of course she liked colchester , orr and tyler . . . but she missed her team . the weight of their loss felt unbearable . . . she could never imagine jack's pain and the magnitude of his loss . ❛ what's up ? ❜ nudging him playfully .

──────  and  gods,  does  she  know  it...  head  cants  aside  to  extend  the  curve  of  her  neck,  scarlet-tipped  fingertips  gliding  along  strands  of  lavish  beads  dripping  down  from  the  gold  clasped  about  her  neck  ― ruby  raindrops  gathering  between  bountiful  breasts  for  a  dazzling  view...

"  it  is  settled  then.  "  her  voice  clears  the  weighted  silence,  ringing  throughout  the  ornate  hall  as  she  stands  ―  rising  from  carmine  cushions  like  a  tidal-wave  wave  of  gold  and  rust.  "  you  will  stay  here  tonight.  "  less  of  an  invitation  than  it  is  a  demand,  the  stranger  now  locked  within  the  princesses'  sight  ―  his  face  scribbled  into  the  fantasies  circling  her  mind...

NAOMI PREFERED A CERTAIN AMOUNT OF SPACE IN HER RELATIONSHIPS. in the few, if any of note, relationships she'd been after marco, naomi couldn't stand the feeling of being trapped. on the contrary, she enjoyed spending time together with her significant others. there hadn't been any particular reason when she'd called jack, other than that they were on a long haul and she'd been feeling lonely and bored. and perhaps it had something to do with the excitement she felt every time she heard his voice, but that was not a feeling she wanted to examine so far. it hadn't been exactly disappointment when her call had remained unanswered, but a level of worry that came with his endeavours. not that herself had much better luck on that department.

in the end, it'd only been a few hours before, not only she talked to him, but came much much closer. her body felt limp and spent in the best way possible, and she tried to bury herself further in his arms. the warmth of another's body was a tricky thing, it managed to erase all the times she spent without it, but made separation much more difficult. she deeply exhaled when jack pressed their foreheads together. she hadn't told him what that gesture meant to her. how it was engrained in every belter or how intimate it was. such a gesture out in the void could be the difference between life and death. radios, much more old and crappy ones aren't reliable. but belter crew could always rely on the touch of another's helmet for help.

at his words, naomi tried to do a gesture between a belter shrug and a protest but the limited space didn't allow it. " i used to be polite, sasa ? " there never was any space, well, out here in space. tiny bunks, empty corridors, whatever semi-enclosed space was used by belter lovers. so quietness became the more socially acceptable solution. naomi had never been particularly loud, but some of her reservations had faded. " we're lucky martians spent so many resources on soundproofing, " she huffed out but it was more in the form of a laugh. not truly believing every word. and then the kiss made her toes curl and forget anything she was saying prior. " i'm not saying no, but we would be kind of rubbing it in their faces, don't you think ? " naomi joked, scrunching her nose and then brushing against his as a way to feel closer.

@agentharkness: don't pull that sad, serious look you do. — GARDEN OF EARTHLY BODIES STARTERS

' fuck off, i don't "do a look." ... why, is it workin'? '

so far, he's nailing all the shiny hallmarks of a weaselly little prick trying to cop a favor: smile emerging from the corners of a pensive frown, cigarette balanced delicately on one knuckle, a cheerful and inviting pat to the concrete steps beside him. the fact that it's all bone-thin — the smile shaky around the edges, ash trickling in drips and drabs from the jogging of an unsteady hand, his arse freezing from sitting for fuck knows how long, actually — doesn't really fucking matter. part of the look. don't pull the threads.

the crux of the issue is, surprise bloody surprise: he's gone and fucked up again. something he could really do with stepping back in time and fixing. or, y'know . . . getting someone who's more local to fix it for him. or bite his head off for asking, either will do.

PROMPTS FROM THE ITALIAN JOB / ACCEPTING .

the conversation had taken a drastic turn , somehow they were pursuit of weevils and now their discussing their dating history . for the record , his is a lot longer than hers . her heart races , it always did at this time of night in the presence of a man she shouldn't love . the brunette stops , slowly her head turns , pastel green hues now finding his eyeline . lips purse momentarily , before a brow arches at his declaration . scoffing , shining a torch in his face as if to mock him . but it was to register they were in reality , because he just told a big fat lie .

squirming in an enclosed space with no other than . . . jack harkness . for him , it must feel like christmas . green eyes find his through the darkness , giving him the : i told you so look . sighing . ❛ next time . . . listen to me ! ❜ she scolds him , their bodies pressed together , what was this ? a tomb ? but , they were definitely trapped . she could feel something graze her body , it was tender and smooth . she frowns at him , staring deep into his soul with another stern look swatting whatever it was away from her . her eyes rolled . ❛ hands to yourself man ! ❜

FOR SO MANY YEARS, NAOMI SIMPLY EXISTED. a choice had been made, to keep going, but she hadn't quite found a way to shake off the numbness. bit by bit, she began venturing outwards, to the world she'd chosen. work was one distraction. able to mend things to make up for what she had rendered beyond repair. going out had been another. bars, dancing, and even going out to sing had been helpful in her letting out emotions she ran from. and it wasn't rare to find herself tangled with a stranger.

but this night was different. it wasn't quite the way she went about these things, and yet as she was spun around in the enclosed space, she felt a warmth in her chest that had been lacking for years. the charm jack exuded was one she'd usually turn away from, after falling for a similar trick when she'd been a young girl. but instead, be it the alcohol or simply them, naomi wanted to pull closer. to feel everything she hadn't allowed herself to feel. even for one night.

during the dip, the feeling of falling and being tethered at the same time; floating in the space between, the heat in her belly intensified. " so this was planned, then, " naomi spoke, looking at him through her eyelashes and referencing his earlier statement on this working on many people before. as if they hadn't spent the night flirting until then. the touch of their fingers was insignificant compared to all the ways naomi had been touched before, but at the moment it felt electrifying. " charming me with these old-fashioned moves, " she laughed breathlessly, betraying that she very much enjoyed it. " singing your signature song, " she continued with a thicker accent than usual. the quality that allowed her to blend in, gone with every quick breath.