a night on the town

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.

Val loved it when she could feel the walls of others, their self control, crumbling and breaking down. The tension and buildup before release, making it all meaningful, it was her specialty.

She watched Jack break down for her with deep enjoyment, and when he finally moved, she was receptive and challenging with everything he had to offer. Despite how tired her body was, how pain ate away at her bones, her mind was alive, set alight, and everywhere Jack touched burned. She wasn't cold. The rain wasn't kind to her, but it wasn't cold any longer. In fact, she barely registered it at all.

Val held onto Jack tightly, with thin hands and then, when Jack pulled her up and flush to him, she curled both her legs around his waist. There was color melting into her skin, energy in her brittle body. She both basked and shared in the attentions she was receiving, pressing into Jack, nipping at him, sliding her hands under his shirt. She pressed into him, allowed herself to feel almost like she belonged to someone in that moment, and discovered she liked the weight of this man against her more than she had expected to. And the feeling of being overwhelmed, allowing all the emotions Jack held, the need, to infect her.

The world around her felt more and more hazy, and between kisses she only breathed Jack's name.

Val was really feeling it now, becoming more than she was, than she normally had the ability to be, in that moment. She had to take deep, slow breaths in for a moment, and convince herself she wasn't going to somehow die from this. From substance. It was a rich thing, for her, strong even in small doses. The pain opened up other doors, and…

Val couldn't lie to herself like this, or try to just dismiss it, Jack's presence and emotions were powerful. It got to her, very uncomfortable and thrilling all at once. She felt dizzy.

She could handle this. It was fine. She wanted to be touched again, she wanted… oh, this was sick. Jack still felt like fire. She couldn't really think straight, which really seemed so typical and pitiful. Becoming what she hated. Wanting to feel. Wanting to be touched and held and taken and to belong to another person, even for a moment. That's what trapped others, she knew these things well, she'd used it a million times against them. And now she was using herself.

She didn't know where she was going with trains of thought like that anymore. She didn't really have the energy to spend on any pointless self-loathing, not after the effort put into making an impression on this first date- and now it was all winding to an end.

She didn't really want it to end, though. She wanted Jack to. To.

Fucking christ. She just wanted him.

She rejected his attempt to place her back down, wrapping her arms around his neck and staring after a little shiver. "Please take me home with you," she said, voice very faint, a bit thick with the continuing want. "Please. Not the mansion. You."