He's sick of watching her shy away from him like they've done something
shameful.
She's never cold or awkward enough for anyone to notice what's going on and raise suspicions, (Although he's sure everyone knows by then, they're all thick as goddamn thieves.) but it's enough to piss him off. So one night, after the rest of the group leaves and she's downstairs writing a report with her headphones in, her music up too loud and fiddling with her best scarf, Jack jumps her. Her first thought is 'well fuck.' as he pulls away her headphones. The next is 'he's waaay too good at that.' as he pins her against the desk. He nips her bottom lip and slides a hand up over the curve of her breast. She moans softly, wriggling under him,
"Jack, get off." He bites a trail down her neck and growls softly, rolling his hips against hers.
"I'm working on it."
"Jack-" she groans as he trails her scarf through the valley between her breasts.
"I'm going to tie you up with this damn thing." he informs her. "Understand?" There's a moment of hesitancy before she nods. Her Captain pulls her off the desk with a gasp. "I didn't quite hear that love."
"Yes." she says, reaching to slide his suspenders off. Jack smacks her hands away and pins them behind her back.
"Yes what?" There's a slow moan as he bites the crook of her neck. "Yes,sir."
It's going to be a good night.