Jack shrugged. “Later. I have to leave soon, I left my character in the middle of the woods, far from the cave but not far enough. Anywa-”

“Bullshit. How about you tell me everything now?” Hound said, letting go of Jack’s shirt.

Jack frowned at that. A serious Hound is not a Hound to be joked with. “You’re not going to be happy about it,” he replied in a cautionary manner.

“Anymore than you leaving me in the dark? No, Jack, I highly doubt it.”

“Fine then!” Jack said with annoyance, turning around. He opened his mouth but the words did not come out. He simply gazed at Hound. Her face was tense, her lovely green eyes locked with Jack’s. They did not roam as they usually do, were not as playful and joyful as they usually were. Her hands were on her hips, as her barefooted skin was tapping impatiently against the ground.

Jack calmed himself. It reminded him that he was at fault, not her. He let a deep breath out and stepped towards her. She flinched slightly, but retained her grounds. Her frown turned into indignation. He dropped his gloves and laid both his hands upon the soft cheeks of her face. His fingers caressed her freckles.

“Could you first...Please calm down?” Jack said, but Hound did not react. She simply stared on, retaining the iron in her eyes.

Jack took another step towards her, pushing his chest tightly against hers, his thighs enclosing her. He nudged his lips against hers, kissing her lightly, but she did not kiss him back. He kissed her upper lip, and then her lower lip. He gently bit into them, attempting to nudge them open.

“Please?” He asked her, the emotion in his voice dreamy and raw.

Hound did not answer, but Jack could feel her jaws tightening under his palms. He tightly kissed her lips again, the top of her nose, and then made his across her cheeks, softly tugging at them every little bit with his teeth. He made his way towards the tips of her soft ears. He nibbled on their soft ends, and when he heard Hound swallow deeply and place her hands on his chest to push him away, he let his tongue sink towards the insides of her ears.

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A surprised moan escaped her closed lips. Instead of pushing Jack, she instead dug her fingers into his chest, nudging her face tightly against his neck in attempts to escape his tongue.

She wiggled her body around in discomfort. “S-Stop it~” she whined.

“Why?” he replied, “I thought you liked this.”

“O-Only when I do it!” She said, her butt squirming in rhythm with his tongue.

Jack did as he was told. His teeth and tongue began to slip down to the soft places of her nape, and then abundantly down her neck and collarbone. One hand slipped below her shirt, softly groping her breast, as the other held her back and prevented her escape. Her hands had clutched his face weakly.

“J-Just because you’re doing this…” She started, but paused to bite her tongue as his teeth left a hickey on her neck. She opened her mouth to protest, but when he lifted his mouth for a kiss she closed it. He tried to nudge it open with his lips, but a determined look on her face prevented Jack.

“Please? Just one,” Jack said, nudging her lips again.

She did not answer. She’d heard that one a thousand times. She knew he would stick his tongue in the moment she opened her lips, but she was not prepared when his fingers tugged her at her nipples. When she let out a cry, Jack thrust his tongue in.

Except instead of finding the warm insides of her mouth, Jack’s tongue found the insides of her palm. He pulled back his mouth surprise, but Hound’s deft fingers had already clutched his slippery tongue between her thumb and pointing finger.

“Ahohohohoh!” Jack yelped unintelligently.

“Back you dirty scoundrel, back!,“ Hound yelled, panting deeply. She clutched his tongue tighter. He yelped again and only then did his hands slip off her chest. He stepped back ungracefully.

“This is it, Jack. No more of your tricks. If you try anything else...I’ll...seriously get mad ” Hound said, her face flushed and drunk, and though the smell of love was heavy in the air, Jack understood what she had implied.

He nodded.

She released her grasps, and after a slight pause, folded her arms.

“Start talking,” she said, lifting her chin up.

“F-Fine,” Jack said, wiping his mouth with the outside of his hands. “But…” he started awkwardly, “You’re not going to whipe that?” he finished, referring to Hound’s wet fingers.

“Get talking!” She said, more blood rising to her cheeks.

Jack gulped. He looked down and all over the room. “You're not gonna get mad?”

“I’m already mad!” Hound said, folding her arms tightly and puffing away a few rogue strands of her hair, “And I’m going to get madder the more you try to weasel out of this!"

Jack began to scratch the side of his head. He tried to use his brain, to come up with some half-truth that would suffice, and when that did not work he tried to think of a lie that would, but when even that failed, Jack bit the inside of his mouth in annoyance and simply gave up.

“I’m done playing their game, Ally, I’m not looking to climb the ranks anymore.”