sorry, hon! crazy few days. *headdesk*
Jack wasn't above getting people drunk before sex, but he wasn't ever going to get a woman or man -- or alien... or ficus -- going to get them so drunk that they lost all inhibitions. He was good enough at what he did to get someone into his bed without needing them falling over drunk first.
He rubbed his hands over her stomach, tugging the hem of her shirt up to reach bare skin. Ah, much better. All Jack knew was that Gwen was the pretty woman who shared their flat. Nothing more. Oh what a headache he was going to have when he remembered. Poor, poor Jack.
"Just good?" Jack asked, nipping at her lower lip. "I'll have you know I look bloody fantastic." He ground his hips against hers, beginning to angle her back towards her bedroom. "Unless you're in the mood for whatever wall space we can find, of course."