33 Apocalypse Ave., Jack's Room, Friday Evening

[bitten_notshy]

After that delightful werewolf singalong, Jack went back to his room. He planned to lie on his bed with his eyes closed and concentrate very hard on not singing anything.

He succeeded on the lying down with his eyes closed. He failed on not singing.

"You won't admit you love me.
And so how am I ever to know?
You only tell me
Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps.
A million times I ask you,
And then I ask you over again.
You only answer
Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps... "

[OOC: For one, please!]

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[icecoldfrost]

Really, it was rather hard to resist poking at him when Emma could practically hear the tune vibrating in her skull. It was either acknowledge it by pointing and laughing, or pretend she was blocking him, which would probably be more insulting since Jack would know it for a lie.

So there was a light knock-knocking on his bedroom door. "Darling? Is it my turn to order food tonight or yours?"

[bitten_notshy]

"If you can do it without bursting into verse, go ahead," Jack said, sounding annoyed at the situation. "It's another singing day. Oh, and come in."

[icecoldfrost]

"I think that quite depends on what we order," Emma quipped, cracking the door just enough to slide in and shut it behind her, least they disturb the rest of the house. "If we pick something mentioned in popular music, the curse may hit me, too, and my singing voice isn't half as melodic as yours."

[bitten_notshy]

"And given I can barely carry a tune..." Jack sighed there. "There was a medley with Jackson and Derek. Like something out of a lupine Moulin Rouge."

In a softer tone, he sang, "I don't ever tell my girl I love her;
She just knows.
I don't ever have to say I'm sorry;
She just knows.
I don't ever have to tell her she's perfect,
Or that I'd be shattered if she went away.
That's 'cause my baby is a telepath.
I wouldn't want her any other way."

[icecoldfrost]

"Flattery will get you lots of places, Mr. Priest, but that's an outright lie," she retorted, a smirk blooming on her face as Emma crossed to the bed and climbed up on to it to straddle his hips. "You can usually think of lots of other ways to want me."

Totally Dirty.

I'll put up no resistance
I want to stay the distance
I've got an itch to scratch
I need assistance
Touch-a touch-a touch-a touch me
I wanna be dirty
Thrill me, chill me, fulfill me
Creature of the night!

There was a beat, then; "Well, that's not something I ever expected to sing. Ever. Let's get food so I can fill my mouth-" Not Dirty, this time, "-and not worry about more spontaneous song for a bit."

[bitten_notshy]

"Creature of the night?" Jack asked, laughing as he rocked his hips and reached up to grasp Emma's waist. "Creature of the night?"

Not that he objected to Emma's plan, mind you. He was just hassling her.

... or at least he was until his hands rapidly shrunk and turned into paws, he sprouted fur, and a small terrier pup clambered out of Jack's clothes and away from Emma.

The evening just got a lot less interesting.

[icecoldfrost]

Less interesting for him, maybe.

Emma just stared for a moment before pointing at the confused puppy commandingly. "Not funny, Mr. Priest. Change back, now."

This was totally a Werewolf Thing, right? Please let this be a random mutation manifestation or a Werewolf Thing, and not a 'I Propositioned Sex And My Boyfriend Turned Into A Dog' Thing.

Except that Emma wasn't sensing Jack in there, at all. Just...puppy.