7
Yan stood and looked at herself with silent annoyance, it just didn't look right.
"Cariad?" she scolded softly and looked behind her in the back mirror to found Gray walking into the room swinging a small sword, "Where in the seven hells did you get that from?"
"Luc" came the grunted reply as Gray thrust the sword at the curtains, then screamed as it exploded with several cats leaping from behind the fabric, Lucifer doing that sideways swagger at him before running off. Gray blinked and turned to look after him.
"I do believe you are it" Yan said and Gray dropped the sword to race after the cats and the game.
"Oi no running in the…." Jack yelled then he saw Yan and his face went slack, "Wow."
"It's missing something" she pouted at his reflection and he frowned as he examined her wonderful curves, the leather corset tight and alluring.
Gods he has to leave the Webley behind before he kills someone.
"One of your fake fur stoles?" he finally suggested, "They seem to wear them a lot."
"YES!" Yan slid past him and he scented her, the excitement twisting with that sandalwood tang that made his dick hard, "I know just the one Cariad."
Jack turned to watch the madness of flying furs, his beautiful mate looking like something from Providence House with her frantic movements; makeup making her look like a banshee, her hair wild and expertly messed and her long lean legs taught and gorgeous.
She looked like a cross between Wonder Woman and Thor.
Fuckable!
Oh so fuckable!
"Later if ya lucky" Yan muttered, then stepped out with a faux fur around her shoulders, now looking perfectly placed. "Tada!"
Jack looked at her with glee, rubbing his hands together, "How much later? Hey, wait a minute!"
"What?" Yan asked with surprise at his sudden pout.
"You will be too tired later, knowing you probably drunk" Jack sighed, "Ianto would let me have a quickie but you are probably right."
Yan snorted a she admired her bohemian murderer look in one of the the full length mirrors, "Nice try old man."
"Yeah, your right" Jack shrugged then went for gold, "A 'Just Fucked By My Old Man Against The Wall' look might be a tad uncouth. Ianto would never want to insult the visitors with that. Besides, you would smell of sex."
Yan stalled out, half way to the door and he knew he had her, trying to look downtrodden as she swung to look at him with a raised eyebrow, "Did you seriously just compare me to …me?"
"It doesn't matter" Jack said softly "I love you even if I am not attractive to you sometimes."
Yan sat on the edge of the dresser, shoving bling out of the way as she toed out the bottom drawer and hooked her boot heel in it, "Right then. Do me quick and get it over with."
Jack gaped, "What?"
"Come on and no kissing, fuck up my hair and makeup and I'll break it off!" she snarled, "Come service me bitch."
Jack was soon balls deep slamming the dresser back against the wall as Yan urged him on, her black nails looking decadent as they dug into his forearms hard enough to leave crescents, something Jack would display with pride, then to his immense joy she lunged, sinking her teeth into his left peck, his scream of pain drowned out by her own as she threw her head back and came messily.
Jack slammed again and again, his breath burning then he was cuming, roaring and gasping as he shuddered in her arms.
"Christ on a Harley" Jack gasped as he shakily ran his hand through his messed up hair.
"Now, compare us again and I will go on strike" Yan warned, "You get that to remind you of what you would be missing."
"You expect me to believe you would give up this?" Jack asked, slapping at his cock as it came to attention again.
Yan grinned evilly as she looked at it, "Yes but Cariad you forget."
"What?" he asked with a sneer.
"Mine's more than large enough to provide enough fun for the whole Palmer family" Yan flounced out the door and Jack frowned.
"Palmer family?" He hurried out into the hall "What do you mean, Palmer family?"
Owen was walking past in a weird outfit that looked like cross between a curious monkey and a bull fighter. He had SOOO missed the brief. He stopped and looked at Jack with Gray tucked under his arm snarking.
"Mrs Paler and her five daughters?" Owen said, then raised his free hand to wriggle his fingers.
Jack blinked then suddenly got it, roaring with mirth as he turned to the stairway window and watched his love burst from the house to walk across the lawn, his hand on the window as Yan skipped to the old flat bed truck waiting to take her and Jack to the 'Games' area.
Jack smiled, scooping up a cat and rubbing it gently, for luck, Lucifer looking like a wild beast from Hades as he stalked off with his fur all fluffed up.
Time to start the games.
