<span class="bbc_u"><strong>Character's Name: "Jolly Jack"</strong></span><br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Location: The Starting Point Tavern, Jack's room</strong></span><br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>With whom: Johara</strong></span><br/><br/>Meanwhile, the primary noises coming from Jack was a mild increase in his breathing. Not so much from exertion as it was from anticipation and arousal.<br/><br/>He did take a moment or two to admire her body, once it was fully freed from her clothes, which now lay in an unceremonious pile on the floor. His own clothes were quick to join hers; the moment she began working on his shirt, he assisted her in the effort.<br/><br/>Their did, however, come one step before the drawstrings getting removed: his belt and pouches. They simply had to be removed, and though it only takes three or four seconds, it does require a moment of separation from her to get the contraption off. Sadly, what was a convenience on the road was the smallest of burdens in the bedroom.<br/><br/>Soon enough, however, she would have the time to take in his own naked, mostly hairless body; the sight of which may arouse curiosity and some degree of horror or sadness. The back and front of his chest, as well as the thighs and upper legs, were home to numerous scars, blemishes and marks; it looks like, throughout his life, he has been scourged, whipped, flogged, stabbed, cut, burned, branded, and had a series of other horrors inflicted upon him.  If every scar was a story, he could easily write a book large enough that it could double as a cudgel.<br/><br/>He, however, spends no time dwelling on those things. Instead, he leans down to kiss her again; to hopefully keep her from becoming startled or turned off by the display. He would move to climb on top of her, his arms on either side of her, hands positioned to either side of her head to support him.<br/><br/>Assuming she showed no complaints, he would line himself up above her, and finally, 'sheathe' his 'sword' inside the warm, wet, velvety folds of her body, all the way to the hilt in a single thrusting motion.