Room 632, Atlantis Resort, Late Tuesday Morning

[bitten_notshy]

Jack had toured the aquarium and then gone back to his room with the vague intention of finding a swimsuit to finally get to the beach. (He knew that was where he should be, he just ... hadn't felt up to it. There was a lot of malaise in Jack this week, and he couldn't snap out of it despite a general urge to roll his eyes at himself. It wasn't exactly news that vampires were not fluffy puppies, after all.)

He wasn't showing any signs of making it this time, either. After a half-hearted search of his drawers, he'd opened yet another tiny bottle from the minibar and was nursing a scotch as he flipped through a book on criminal profiling. He was sure it would be very interesting, if he could actually focus on the pages.

[OOC: For anyone who might want to track him down.]

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[icecoldfrost]

"I hardly need to brand you," Emma scoffed. "Unless you're hoping it will keep people from pestering you." Still, she carefully printed 'Emma's Jack' on his back in long strokes, so that he could guess at what she was doing.

[bitten_notshy]

Jack hesitated, but whined once he was certain what she was doing. "Emmaaaaaaa......"

Some things just weren't manly.

[icecoldfrost]

"It was your idea," she pointed out, but smoothed over her work with more lotion, carefully working it into his skin.

[bitten_notshy]

"I didn't think you'd do it."

[icecoldfrost]

"Then shame on you for suggesting it at all, Mr. Priest. You ought not practically dare someone to do something, if you don't want them to follow through," Emma scolded. "You'll get a reputation for being a tease if you keep that up."

[bitten_notshy]

"I'd never want anyone to think that of me," Jack said lightly. Usually he would have proven how much he wasn't a tease, but today he just held his hand out for the lotion. "Here, let me get your back."

[icecoldfrost]

Emma obediently handed over the sunscreen before stretching out to lay on her stomach. "You really are feeling off-balance, aren't you?"

[bitten_notshy]

"Yes." He didn't elucidate further as he carefully rubbed lotion into her back.

[icecoldfrost]

Emma practically purred at the contact, relaxing under his hands. "You're my official lotion-partner for the rest of the trip," she sighed. "I've decided. I do hope you don't mind."

If he needed company first, Emma would provide, but she wasn't going to let him off the hook completely.

[bitten_notshy]

Jack rubbed the lotion lower on her rib cage, fingers grazing the sides of her breasts through the suit. "I think being your lotion slave would be an honor."

[icecoldfrost]

"Don't go giving me ideas," she warned, turning her head just enough to watch him from half-lidded eyes. "We can't hide from the school in the Bahamas forever, as tempting a thought as that sounds."

[bitten_notshy]

"Why can't we?" Jack asked, massaging in smaller circles. "There's sand, sun, plenty to drink ... you could win money for us at poker."

He almost halfway meant it.

[icecoldfrost]

He did almost-sort-of mean it, didn't he? Curiouser and curiouser.

"Are you encouraging me to use my powers in unscrupulous ways, Mr. Priest?" Emma asked, brushing just along the outside of his mind. Nothing invasive, just a telepathic 'hello'.

[bitten_notshy]

"Isn't the saying that you can't cheat an honest man?" Jack asked. "People who mind losing shouldn't play cards."

He was momentarily startled by the brush of her mind, then -- <<Oh. Hello, you.>> It was more resigned than warm, but he wasn't trying to block her out.

[icecoldfrost]

<<Hello yourself,>> she answered. <<You know, for a man on a tropical island with his lover under his hands, you're positively an Eeyore.>>

<<If you don't want to 'talk' about it, that's fine, but show Emma what's wrong, darling.>>

[bitten_notshy]

<<I'll show you anything if you don't call me a donkey again>>, Jack said, but he seemed more at ease as he kneaded her shoulders. Showing was easier than telling would be. <<You won't hold it against me if you don't like what you see?>>

[icecoldfrost]

<<I will try not to,>> she answered honestly. <<But if you did something horrifically stupid, I reserve the right to sulk at you later.>>

[bitten_notshy]

<<I'd probably deserve the sulk>>, Jack thought at her.

After only a moment's more hesitation, he let himself remember. Pictured the confrontation in Mitchell's office, the phone calls, the horrible moments on the street with Becka and Lauren, the gloomy aftermath. He was brief about it, but complete, and, while he didn't dwell on Mitchell's face, he also made no special effort to conceal it.

"So," he said, feeling curiously lighter when he was done despite his concerns as to how she'd taken it all. "That was -- that."

[icecoldfrost]

...

<<You tried to chat up Little Miss Snacking Psycho? Seriously, darling? I ought to throw the lotion bottle at you.>> Emma was going to focus on the bits she could deal with right now, thank you. Mitchell himself was... something for another time.

[bitten_notshy]

Jack sighed and sat up. "It was the only thing I could think of at the time," he said. "I was worried she'd go after someone else if she wasn't busy."

[icecoldfrost]

"I know. Just..." Knowing it had been the best option to keep Jack -- or anyone else -- from getting hurt didn't make Emma any less freaked-out. "Is it horrible of me, if I'm glad my world does not have vampires?"

[bitten_notshy]

Jack hesitated, but -- "Not unless it's horrible of me that I'm kind of wishing my world didn't have them either."

Wishing Sebastien out of existence. It felt like blasphemy.

[icecoldfrost]

Emma paused for the barest moment before reaching out to slide her fingers along his wrist, dipping down to give his hand a squeeze. "Isn't this where you assure me that some are more housecat than cougar?" she asked quietly.

[bitten_notshy]

"I always knew Sebastien was odd," Jack said, squeezing her hand back. "I wonder now if he's some sort of mutation -- the one housecat born in a litter of cougars. Or if I just don't want to see the cougar there."

If he'd known the slang meaning of cougar, he would have been amused at the double meaning.

[icecoldfrost]

Yes, well, it amused Emma, which is why she used that example.

"Both, maybe?" she suggested. "A cat is still a cat, after all, and who knows what nine lives can do?"