tampered | Log: Ongoing

Cadman knocked on the door of Jack's apartment in time to hear a loud crash and what what presumably Jack yelling in frustration. She grinned, then called out, "You promised not to die gettin' to the goddman door, Harkness!"

Vanity was somewhat out of the question- a run-in with the kitchen counter after a fall left a helluva shiner forming on her right eye, and after the seventh bruise from walking into something that she would swear to fuckin' Jesus was not there five seconds ago she stopped counting the black and blue spots on her body; besides that, sweats, a wife beater and a messy ponytail didn't much make for the 'sex kitten' look- but Cadman still tried to smooth her hair a bit and pull down her wifebeater until the maximum of cleavage showed before Jack opened the door.

Edited 2008-03-17 21:14 (UTC)

"Bite me, Cadman!" Came the shout from behind the door.

With a grand gesture, Jack swept the door open, standing there with his spine military straight, broad shoulders back, chest out, chin held high the look of eagles in his sharp blue eyes and not a single wrinkle in his neatly pressed clothes.

...

Yeah, that was a nice dream, too bad today it didn't happen like that.

Instead, he untangled his legs from the cushion and managed to kick it back onto the couch. Then, got on his hands and knees and crawled over to the door. It just seemed safer that way. While he didn't have bruises to worry about, his dress slacks were now hopelessly ruined, covered in dust -they seriously needed to go over the floor with a mop- his dress shirt was partially untucked from his slacks and one brace had slipped off his shoulder by the time he reached the door.

Yanking it back into place, he sat back on his heels and pulled the door open, slowly using it to climb to his feet.

"Hello, Captain Jack Harkness."

Probably the moment would be totally irredemable except perhaps fort he way his blue eyes were twinkling with the genuine ability to laugh at insanity such as this day had been.

"Gladly, Harkness! You just tell me when and where."

...Okay, maybe a tiny bit more cleavage. Couldn't hurt, right? Just pull the shirt down a liiiiiiiitle bit more...

"God-fuckingdamnit!" Her elbow collided with the door jamb, and she shuddered in pain. This day officially sucked.

The door opened while she was cradling her arm close to her body and poking gently at her elbow; she stepped back just a bit, because that door was probably getting ready to do something evil, just like all the inanimate objects in this fucking place.

...And despite his complete dishevelment and the fact that he appeared to be covered in dust from the waist down, Captain Jack Harkness was a looker. Gorgeous face, gorgeous eyes, amazingly gorgeous body... Cadman couldn't decide if this made the day better or worse.

She held out her hand to shake. "Lieutenant Laura Cadman."

His first thought was that her face was younger than she sounded but the eyes held up to the weight of responsibility that had come across in her words on the screen. Jack had no doubt that Cadman was a looker, he could see it, even in the awkward way she held her arm today and though he was good not to stare too long at the cleavage on display, he did give it the appreciation it deserved.

Yeah, even in a pony tail, sweats and sporting some nice bruises, seeing Cadman in person was not helping to aleave the horny part of the day.

As for the clumsy...

Jack licked his lips, brought his eyes back up to her face and very, very slowly reached out to make sure that his hand closed around hers and didn't do something like ... punch her in the breast.

It certainly wasn't suave, confident or all alpha male, like he normally would have been but it hopefully saved them both a couple of bruises.

"Pleasure to meet you, Lieutenant," he said with a rueful smile as he returned a shake that was neither condescending to her sex, nor over powering with the need of his own to compensate.

"Come on in, I think the sooner we can get to soft stationary pieces of furniture the better, what do you say?"

Cadman grinned as Jack stuck his hand out slowly. "Good idea, darlin'. Somehow I think handshakes are on the list a' Very Dangerous Activities today."

Though normally Cadman would have held the handshake a fraction too long, maybe trail her nails lightly along his skin, today she simply returned his handshake and let go quickly; with everyone's luck today, her nails probably would've broken skin.

"Likewise, Harkness."

She grinned. "Lead the way. The sooner I get to a couch and can sit still and try not to die and/or kill someone else, the happier I'll be."

Jack would have enjoyed the flirt of nails but Cadman was probably right to hold back for today and he just as cleanly let her hand go. Which probably resembled a middle school boy being all 'omggirlcooties' in the way he pulled his hand back.

Stepping back, he held the door, waaaaaayyyy open and then very deliberately shut it behind her.

"Couch is this away," he said, heading for the piece of furniture in question. Normally, he would have stepped up behind her, crowded into her personal space, used the size and heat of his body to guide her.

At least he had enough pressence of mind to know if he tried that, he'd probably trip and squish her.

Instead, he lead the way, carefully stopping to kick anything that looked like it could trip either of them, out of the way. So far so good ... at least till he got to the couch. Then he made the mistake of dropping his guard, turning to smile at her and trying to sit down at the same time.

"So, we meet at las-owfuck!"

The last was said as he unfortunately sat down on the edge of the cushion he'd kicked back into place a few minutes ago. The cushion, which proceeded to flip up, dumping Jack square on his ass on the floor and then smacking him across the back of the head and shoulders.

There's the way to impress a lady.

[[This is way cruel to this pair but at the same time, I don't think anyone who wasn't as confident as they both are would have attempted looking this foolish for a first meeting! ;D]]

Edited 2008-03-17 22:03 (UTC)

Cadman appreciated Jack's giving her space; he seemed like the kind of guy who had less use for personal bubbles than most, and for all she could field strip an M16 in about forty seconds on a bad day, sometimes size mattered; and as Jack was considerably larger than Cadman- hell, most everybody was- today of all days would be a bad day for him to body check her, especially on accident.

They reached the couch, and Cadman grinned. Almost home free. She opened her mouth to speak and was caught by one of Jack's arms, flung out wide as he fell; she tumbled down herself, and didn't it just fucking suck that she could take a punch from Teal'c on a normal day and remain standing- if not feeling too good- but today someone's weak shove with a flailing arm sent her sprawling?

She pushed some hair out of her eyes- apparently, today's bad luck included hair ties that broke for no apparent reason- and sighed, then shifted gingerly, testing to make sure nothing beyond her pride was bruised too badly.

"I'm thinkin' maybe we should just stay on the floor, Harkness."

She blew more hair out of her face, then rolled her eyes. "Seems like temptin' fate to move around too much today, and since we're already here... Might as well stay down, yeah?"

Edited 2008-03-17 22:22 (UTC)

"Sorry," he apologized for the flailing arm and perhaps for the fact that it had been such a weak damn punch anyway.

"Yeah, floors good. Normally, I'd offer you some coffee or tea but ummmm... that would involve standing and hot water and I don't think that would be good for either of us today," he wore a rueful expression as he talked.

Leaning slowly back against the couch, Jack stretched his long legs out in front of him, carefully nudging the coffee table away to give them both some more room to be comfortable. Casting a glance her way, he smiled a little at the sight of her with all her hair in her face. Something told him Cadman wasn't much of a 'hair down' sort of girl, at least not when she was working and he started to reach up to lightly brush at her hair.

Unfortunately, the dust on his pants slipped against the floor he was sitting on -wtf carpet wtf??- and instead of a flirty touch to her hair, he tumbled sideways and his hand went right for the juncture of her inner thighs. As if instinctively realizing this would be really bad, he tucked his arm towards his body and faceplanted into the carpet near her hip instead.

Laying there, Jack sighed, his voice muffled as he didn't immediately move to sit up.

"I envisioned our first meeting going a lot differently, I've got to be honest, Cadman."

Cadman shrugged. "Nah, don't be sorry. Not your fault."

She followed Jack's example and stretched out her legs when Jack- slowly, carefully- shoved the coffee table away, then rolled her eyes upward to glare at her hair. Cadman was hot, sweaty, and frustrated as hell to boot; having her hair down- and in a state as well; could bad luck give you bad hair?- just made it worse.

She turned her face to look at Jack just in time to watch him extend his hand- to touch her hair, looked like- and then fall again, fortunately pulling his arm into his body as he fell; it looked his hand would've flown smack dab into her crotch had he not, and while she had no problem in general with Jack's hand ending up in that area, she didn't want the first time they touched intimately to be all of his body weight slamming into tender bits in a less-than-fun way.

She laughed and reached out her hand, resting it on the back of Jack's head and cautiously- daringly, given the circumstances of the day- raked her nails lightly across his scalp. "Honey, I'm with you on that. I'm afraid if I try an' kiss you, one a' us might die. But hell, least we get to be on an even playing field with this one. Could always be worse."

As her hand in his hair was the first sensation he'd been able to enjoy all damn day, Jack decided to just stay put despite the woefully undignified position and sorta hope she kept it up. If he didn't move, hopefully neither of them would end up in further pain or in an even greater undignified position.

"That feels nice," he decided to share, giving her a rueful little smile from where his cheek was still plastered to the carpet. "Kisses would have felt really nice but I'm kinda afraid to even sit up. And you're right, this could have happened on Wednesday."

Which would have been bad!

Huffing out a deep breath, he shifted long legs to a slightly more comfortable position but otherwise remained put.

"So, this job ... how well you know your contractor?"

As long as they were both pretty much grounded -so to speak- might as well talk a little shop.

Cadman nodded, continuing to card through the short hair on the nape of Jack's neck and lightly rake her nails against his scalp.

"Glad to hear it, baby doll. And we'll just have to wait a bit longer for that kiss then, I s'pose." She laughed and tugged lightly on his hair. "God, can't you just see it?" She adjusted her voice to a deep husk. "'I'm sexually attracted to vegetables and I liked your sister more'n I like you, but I settled! Oh, God, my knee!" She laughed again, then said normally, "Ain't nothin' like spillin' your deepest secrets while bumpin' inta everything in your path."

She shrugged at Jack's question, wrinkled her nose. "Not at all, really. Ain't too sure she's entirely on the up-and-up neither, but we won't break any laws, and she'll pay well for the work. Given my druthers, I'd have somethin' else cookin', but... Better to have food and shelter an' be less morally shiny and clean than be fuckin' poor and holy, I think. I'll play it clean and work things out." She sighed. "All honesty, job doesn't sit completely right with me. I'll do it, but part a' me thinks it ain't fittin'. I'll kill the fuckers, sure, but havin' to supply the City's own Monster Fight Club ain't how I'd like to be makin' money."

Edited 2008-03-19 07:29 (UTC)

Jack laughed softly, still staying down on the carpet and giving the odd masculine purr at the rake of nails against his scalp.

"I actually met some sexually attractive vegetables once. Well, they were humanoid who were flora based rather than fauna but they were pretty hot. Reproduced with the help of these strange insects though and I guess I wasn't attractive to them."

Shifting, just a little, he brought his fingers up, carefully stroking the outside of her thigh with the tips so he didn't risk pinching her or something.

"I ran across a Fight Club in the city I come from, once. Young men with too much money and not enough purpose in their lives. They were capturing these creatures known as Weevils and getting in the ring with em. Don't get me wrong, my team and I collect rogue Weevils all the time but it's sort of like how you collect a shark and redirect it back out to avoid human contact but these guys wanted them for sport."

He quirked the corner of his lips and gave his head a slight shake.

"I can't say the end result sits right with me either, Cadman. Though I understand your logic in taking the job and I'm still in."

Flower people? Literally? Damn, things were fuckin' freaky all over. "...I ain't even gonna ask, Harkness."

Cadman sighed and let her thigh roll into Jack's hand a bit, slowly and carefully. "Feels nice, darlin'."

She frowned. "I just... It don't sit right, but I figure if it ain't me, someone else'll just take the damn job, and likely get their fool selves killed. Least I ain't gonna kick it 'cos I went at it alone or got sloppy." She rolled her eyes. "And okay, I need the money somethin' bad."

She nodded, slowly, smiled. "Thanks, Jack. I really do appreciate it."

He chuckled in a low, rich tone and continued to trace gentle patterns on her thigh. It was something you usually did post coital but as they'd both agreed that even kissing was out for today, he decided to make the best of what he could do for her.

Lightly running his hand from outside to inside and back, their conversation was a bit at odds with the sensual explorations, though this didn't seem odd to Jack.

"You're right, someone's going to take the job so long as the job is out there to take and sometimes morals are nice but you've got to weigh which one's get top priority. Besides, if people are going to be stupid enough to get into the ring with one of these monsters, then they're stupid enough to find other ways to end their lives, with or without our help."

Cadman nodded, thoughtfully.

"Ain't what I'd like to be doing, but like Jagger says..." she shrugged, trailed off.

"'Sides, as long as me an' mine ain't harmed by it, I'm not gonna get too het up. I'll leave the grand world savin' to guys like Shep; long as my family's safe, I'll do just fine."

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