[for saffron and john]

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[From here]

They both knew that there was no card game. No game of chance at all, in fact. Just Jack's hands moving slowly across her back and stolen kisses on the way back to his hut. Helen knew the game just as well and that alone was enough to make him smile. Nothing to chance, even if the subtle agreement and verbal subterfuge were vaguely misleading...to anyone without eyes to see just how much closed doors were necessary for the two. Two until they reached the door of his hut. Jack grinned at her, then turned that grin on John.

Game on.

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[devilwoman]

There was something so enticing to Saffron, so thoroughly enjoyable, about playing the game with someone who was her match, someone who was as much at the top of his as she was at hers. Saffron had spent many years looking for someone who could give her a run for her money, someone who could meet her challenge without backing down. She thought she'd found that in Malcolm Reynolds. She didn't realize she had an even bigger, more exciting dance waiting for her in the form of the Captains Jack and John.

She let Jack walk into the hut first, his height concealing her smaller frame until she slipped out from behind him, wicked smile on her face and a clear invitation in her body language. Game on indeed, and she was more than ready.

[rogue-at-hart.livejournal.com]

The way guns were built in the early American West, there was just no finding any like that, anymore, especially not in the 51st century gun market. Firearms no longer needed to be cleaned, inspected, doted upon. To John, this was a damn shame because the relationship a man had with his gun made all the difference in the world. It was tough to inspire a kind of iconic fear with a piece one feels a certain disconnect with. No, in order to be empowered like that, a man had to know his gun, inside and out. So John had gone through some trouble, done a little interstellar and interdimentional travel to get a gun that fit him, and despite the 51st century casing, he had both glocks out on the table and disassembled to reveal the truth of the core of them: almost pistol-like chambers, all of which needed to be taken apart and ritualistically cleaned. Maintained. Treated with the utmost respect.

Not that there was much else to do on the island, anyway.

When John heard the familiar crunch of familiar boots in the too-familiar sodding sand, he figured he'd smack Jack around a bit and fuck him 'til he bled and then sleep until another unfurled pitifully at his feet. But when Helen stepped out purposefully from behind him, John's lips quirked into a michevious smirk of his own, and he set the gun down on the table.

"Well. What have we here, then?" He propped a foot up on the opposing chair and curled his arms behind his head. If this was a game, John looked like he owned the entire fucking stadium.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

Jack slid to the side and took up the space behind her, his hands coming around her waist and then smoothing down her body. He lened forward and craned his neck to press his lips to the softness of her hair, his eyes locked on John the whole time.

"We were talking about playing cards," he said, his lips hidden but the smirking tone was enough to give him away. "You want to stick around? We were just talking about how we wouldn't mind dealing in a third."

[devilwoman]

John was cleaning his guns, attending to them as one might a lover, and Saffron sucked in a soft breath at the sight, worrying her lower lip for a moment. There was just something about a man with guns, especially a man who knew what to do with them, that aroused her like nothing else.

She couldn't see Jack behind her, but she could feel where his gaze was fixed, and that only made her smile wider. She said nothing, simply waited for John's response, leaning ever so slightly back into Jack's chest.

[rogue-at-hart.livejournal.com]

It was like a setup for a joke. What do you do when three con artists occupy a room? And the comedy of the situation wasn't entirely lost on John, or so it seemed by the smirk that tinted his expression. He sat forward on the chair, reassembling his guns as he spoke.

"Well, I had so much to do today," John crooned as the neck snapped into position. He jammed it into the holster, then repeated the action with the other. When he finally stood, he did so with a slow, imagined swagger, hand going to the buckles of his dual holsters. They opened with a metallic clink and John help them out at arms' length as he came forward, both in one hand. He approached the two of them, prowess as visible as the smirk, and leaned in, lips brushing the top of Helen's breast. A thud could be heard as John dropped his guns in the trunk by the door, followed by his sword, then he let the trunk slam shut and pocketed the key as he stood to his full height, all the while thinking what do you do when three con artists occupy a room?

Easy: hide your weapons.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

His smile gre wider, half-hidden by her hair. There was no hiding the light in his eyes, though. Weapons away, Jack was more confident that the playing field had been leveled, so he stepped around, one arm still around Helen's waist.

"So much to do...I can see how polishing your weapons would really take it out of you, sweetheart. You want to take a nap, instead? Because Helen and I, I'm sure we can be quiet," he smirked. He was baiting John, and not well. John could likely see it all over his face and Helen, well, she was on par with the two of them. It was a dance. It was just a game.

It was taking way too long for John to finish his shit and come closer.

[devilwoman]

There was something about being in the middle of the two of them, watching the banter between them, that was slowly driving Saffron wild. It was watching two masters at work, two men who were ruttin' good at what they did just like her, and to see it in action, to know what was going down as someone who played that very game with just as much skill, was a thrill like no other.

"Of course we can," she agreed, knowing the score and playing along anyway. "Hello, John. Hǎojiǔ bújiàn. Too long, I think."


[long time no see]

[rogue-at-hart.livejournal.com]

Oh, John loved it when Jack was purposely sloppy like that. It was the arrogance that did it for him -- the knowledge that they were both just that good that neither of them needed to full up on details. Of course, with Saffron, that wasn't true, but for baiting alone, the job had been done.

"'Lo, gorgeous," John damn near snarled, hand winding around Helen and traveling just low enough to be both on her ass and pressed against Jack's groin. One Agent's eyes flicked up to the other's and John licked his lips -- a promise of what was to come. A sort of implied I'll blow your mind on your turn. He was grateful, really, that Jack had been so considerate as to bring entertainment home, and when entertainment had a vicious track record, the only thing better was the Lotus Galaxy.

"Too long indeed," John continued as his eyes moved back down to Helen, and then words were done. John closed the distance between Helen and himself with a searing kiss that both wasted no time and cut out no single detail. It wasn't over, that was for sure, but it wasn't the mere beginning, either. No, this had began the moment Helen had pressed against him on the beach, the moment Jack had mentioned he knew her.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

He tilted his hips forward to press against John's hand and press his hand tighter to the swell of Helen's ass. His own hands, well...one lay flat against her stomach and the other slid up under John's coat as he watched the two of them kiss from over her shoulder. He craned his neck so his lips could brush along Helen's throat, testing her pulse and just listening.

The low gravel of John's voice and the haughty confidence that laced Helen's were just the opening bars to a symphony, it seemed. Music of breath and bodies, of touches and the more percussive crash of skin against skin, these two people understood that. Sure, John would likely vomit at the music metaphor, but the idea of art for art's sake--be it sex or murder or theft--Jack couldn't imagine two better people for this.

[devilwoman]

Saffron returned the kiss John gave her with equal skill and fervor, senses on fire both from the aggressiveness he was showing and the promise of more to come. One hand reached up and back to tangle in Jack's hair, the other sliding around John's side and up his back so she could press him even more against her, tightening the seal between their three bodies.

This, what had passed between them already and what was about to be seen, was the standard to which most people only dreamed they could measure. She'd tested them each individually and found them to be lacking nothing, and now she was going to see how they worked as a team. The idea thrilled her to no end.

[rogue-at-hart.livejournal.com]

Working as a team had never -- over the span of galaxies and millennia -- been the a problem for Jack on John. Anywhere but the island, though, they had psychic lines to work through. But hell, John was willing to rise to the challenge. He would have every right to be smug when he and Jack navigated just as easily without any psychic intel.

Tight as one of John's arms were around Helen, the other was only skimming surfaces: first the deep curve of Helen's waist, then the more angular plane of Jack's, and down to Jack's ass. He was clearly very smug about this (or just about the situation in its entirety) because his lips curled back against Helen's. Not away, no, but back.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

Jack tilted his head and burrowed into the heavy mass of her hair until he could draw his lips across the back of her neck. They'd dealt, checked, and he decided it was time to raise the wager to something a little more interesting.

Both hands moved over her clothes, sliding lower until he curled fabric in his hands and pulled, stepping away enough to strip her. It was quick and barely interrupted what John was doing. Barely.

Once he'd dropped hers to the floor, he pulled off his own shirt and let it make friends in the growing pile of carelessly tossed away garb. But then, then he moved around and pulled John's coat off with a tender reverence reserved for ceremonies and small boxes of Tiffany blue. As John's attention focused on Helen, Jack peeled the red coat away and gently folded it and laid it over the back of a chair before he joined the pair once again.

[devilwoman]

Saffron found herself in nothing but bra and panties in the blink of an eye. She noted the careful, deliberate way Jack removed John's jacket, even as her attentions seemed to be concentrated solely on John and the way his hands were moving over her, both light and aggressive in turns.

She curled one hand into John's hair and pulled, tugging him down to her as they kissed, and the other reached through the space between John's arm and his side to make contact with Jack.