Val wasn't sure anyone had... ever tickled her in her life, and she was caught between being mystified at that revelation, and no small amount of outraged at the absolute nerve to try that right then. So she just. Leaned back and stared at Jack with an unimpressed look on her face, rather showing that no, no ticklish necromancer here. It wasn't what she had been giving permission for in the slightest, but she supposed it did show that it was still better for her to be the one leading things.
Not that she didn't already know that. She was always the lead one way or another, or at the very least, guiding what was happening.
That feeling was still there in Jack, in his eyes and in the air, heavy like the rain was beginning to get. It was cold, and Jack was heat.
"I thought you'd had enough of putting this off," Val said, soft and smooth. She reached up a hand, barely touching Jack's chest, then settling fully and giving the shirt fabric a sharp tug. She didn't go anywhere, didn't back away from the contact right after giving it. "I'm right here."
"With you. Just you, Jack."
Take advantage of it.
Not that she didn't already know that. She was always the lead one way or another, or at the very least, guiding what was happening.
That feeling was still there in Jack, in his eyes and in the air, heavy like the rain was beginning to get. It was cold, and Jack was heat.
"I thought you'd had enough of putting this off," Val said, soft and smooth. She reached up a hand, barely touching Jack's chest, then settling fully and giving the shirt fabric a sharp tug. She didn't go anywhere, didn't back away from the contact right after giving it. "I'm right here."
"With you. Just you, Jack."
Take advantage of it.