The next morning, he could hear her waking up beside him and he closed his eyes for a moment, letting the details of last night wash over him a little. He was sore, and he still felt... wonderful about it. He could feel somewhere deep inside though that something had died, something had been lost there in those moments of torrid pleasure that he'd forced out of her one instant at a time. He had no one to blame for but himself over it, it was part of the reason he'd decided to be so forceful. After all, if she'd been the one pressing him for it then he would have someone to blame... a scapegoat, and despite all the crap he gave her, she did seem to be a genuinely nice person... not the sort of person Jack was interested in decimating emotionally, or hating.
Still, he felt that emptiness creeping into his senses, and he let it wash over him for a moment. He realized though, with a smirk, that he already felt the pain there, last night didn't add anything to it, just simply another thing to feel guilty about on a stack so high that it stretched into the heavens and beyond still, past where any mortal person could see. Fucked if he didn't need a drink, though, he realized with a blink, that for the first time he didn't really feel hung over at all waking up. Then again, he couldn't remember when he'd taken his last drink... maybe it had been when he'd been going at her doggy style...
"Mmmn.. food would be good. Are we ordering in, or...?" He asked, looking at her with a raised eyebrow as she used the word 'amazing' to describe him. He had to admit that coming from a girl as amazingly beautiful as Kay, hearing that his first time was amazing to her, who had already had a go of it before was something of a compliment. A genuine smile spread upon his lips as he tried to keep his ego in check, and failed a little bit. "Well, y'know... I guess..." Jack said with a smirk scratching his chin slightly as he looked at her. "It wasn't like you weren't great yourself, Betty..." he said, returning to her nickname now that he was sober once again.
He stretched a little as he felt his body complain again about what he'd done, the hours of rough sex he'd forced upon her, and he shuddered slightly, forcing himself to sit up as well, leaning in to her suddenly to plant a soft slow kiss upon her lips, caressing her cheek gently. Ironically it was the most tender and caring he'd been with her since setting foot in her apartment. And that thought caused him to pause a little, and bite his lip, leaning back slightly as he tried to think of how to put it.
"So, uhm... I gotta admit I'm not sure how this naked friends thing works for you... I mean, I've heard of it and all, but everyone has their own rules, I guess... so uh... what are yours, exactly?"