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[and the Brigadier is on the plane, looking the exact opposite of pleased. he has a hand pressed to his side, and is wincing just a bit] Damn! Bloody, hotheaded... going to get someone killed!

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[Jack draws the kiss on for a few more moments, his teeth nipping at the Brigadier's bottom lip, then pulls away, the grin now more of a self-satisfied smirk]

[he rolls his eyes for a moment at the smirk; he's still entirely in Brigadier mode, you know]

Any plans, Harkness, or do you play everything by ear?

There's no need for plans when it comes to stuff like this, sir. [He leans forward again, close enough to kiss Brigs, but instead he speaks up, more serious than before] I'm willing to go as far as you are, but you have to tell me just how far that is.

I'm not inexperienced, Harkness. [he chuckles] We aren't all completely uptight in my time, you know. I just have a female preference, usually.

[at this, the grin returns] I'm flattered I meet your male preferences, then.

What can I say? I like a man in uniform. [why, yes, he just did a bit of a joke, or attempted to]

You wear the uniform well yourself, Alistair. [Yes, Jack just called Brigs by his first name. The next moment he's kissing him again, though, so he doesn't have much of a chance to respond]

[indeed, he would have protested the use of name because he's in uniform still, and uniform = Brigadier, but he's too busy being the centre of Jack's attention at the moment. and of course, the Brigadier doesn't just stand there. in fact, he's got an arm around Jack's waist now; let's see you take off from that, Harkness. also sddf babbling comment is babbling]

[Jack nips at the Brigs bottom lip, placing his own hand on the Brigadier's hip tugging him close]

[you know, this could get into some depraved competition; anyway, the Brig's other arm goes behind Jack's neck. if you're gonna pull him closer, well damn if he's not going to make sure you don't run off or something]

[running away is the last thing on Jack's mind at this point. His hand moves from the Brig's hip to the small of his back, pushing him firmly against Jack as his other hand drags up his back, finally settling on the back of his head, fingers buried in his hair]

[good, then. let's just say after a moment of not too careful deliberation, the Brigadier has decided to let Jack take the wheel on this; though he doesn't exactly release all his control, as he casually teases with the band of Jack's trousers]

[Jack's own hand moves from the Brig's hip, body backing off just enough for his fingers to work at undoing the Brig's pants]

[he removes the one hands from around Jack's neck and slides it down the front of his chest; the Brig pulls away just a bit, out of the kiss - one, he really just needs to breathe, thanks, and two...]

...bit public here, Harkness...

[really, while he may be in denial about being a slut, he honestly really isn't into potential exhibitionism]

[Jack doesn't pull his hand away, but he does pause and lets the Brigadier pull away] What do you suggest, then? [He really doesn't see anything wrong with exhibitionism, but that's just him]

Drop off the Plane? No one would think twice about just one person checking in to a hotel in either of our realities... I think we could find one that overlaps.

[Jack seems to think about this for a moment] The Hub is empty right, and I do have a military cot under my office.

[he smirks a bit] That should work well enough.

[Jack returns the smirk and his hold on him tightens the slightest bit. He focuses on returning to the Hub, like he usually does, but this time makes an effort to bring the Brigadier along with him]

[and he drops from the plane with Jack - though not into the Hub; but still with him, and in an area adjacent; the Brigadier stops to look about]

Mm. Looks private.

[To Jack, it looks just the small bunk under his office, stairs and all] Private enough?

[he nods] Mhm. Now... shall we get back to what we were doing?

[Jack doesn't even pause to respond, his lips once again pressed against the Brigadiers. He finishes undoing his pants and his fingers hook on the edge, tugging them down]

[the Brigadier doesn't just stay idle; while Jack is working at his trousers, the Brigadier is working at undoing Jack's shirt, unbuttoning it]

[Jack stops tugging, only to dip his hand inside the Brigadier's pants, fingers pressing against sensitive skin firmly]