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Fifth Floor Common Room, Saturday Morning

It would probably be better, all things considered, if Jeff never ever talked to Jack ever again.

As it was, he was standing (well, hanging over the back of the couch) in the common room, watching television, wearing shorts and a naked cat (on his shoulder, not anywhere dirty), and not really much else.

He was watching nature documentaries again. He may have been explaining a few mildly obscene things to Prince Oscar Pedro in the process.

[ Open. Chad's cat modded with permission. I'll be around for the next hour, should anyone actually be up, then pick up any potential dangly pings when I get home, which will probably be right about when everybody gets up ]

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"Thanks, Annette. I'm enjoying that bit, too." With a little sigh, Jack wandered over to the kitchen and started making himself a coffee. "Near-nudity can only do so much, though. Morning still requires coffee."

"I've got my o.j.," she called out. "I'll have my Vault for lunch." Annette snickered and curled her legs up in the chair. "Hey, guess what?"

"Nope. No guessing before coffee," he laughed as he poured a cup. "You're going to have to tell me."

Grinning she looked over, "I'm in Aly's Spy workshop this term." She thought Jack might appreciate that given the two were in M's Spy Tech class together.

Jack took a long sip of coffee and snickered. "Shot anyone yet?"

Annette laughed good-naturedly. "Noo, Jack. I haven't shot anyone. But I got to throw grenades last week in her other workshop. I won't tell you how the week before went when I accidentally discharged a bomb. Nope. But, the important thing here is that I am learning, which is the whole point. Right?"

"That's what they tell me." Jack hopped up to sit in the counter while he drank his coffee. "Knowing how to use explosives is a very handy skill. Been tied up by anybody else yet?" he asked, smirking a little.

She blushed and drank her orange juice, shaking her head afterwards, "No." Le sigh. "But I did tie up my boyfriend."

"Nice one." He nodded in approval. "Have fun?"

Annette shrugged a shoulder, giggling, "He got loose."

"Annette, Annette, Annette." He shook his head. "You need to do better than that! It's no fun if they can get loose," he said, looking at her thoughtfully. "If you want to come by my room some time, I'll show you a few tricks. A lot of it comes down to the sort of rope you use."

"Really, Jack?" She looked surprised. "You would help me with that? I was thinking, what if Dick got loose because he didn't want to be tied up?" It was a possibility. Maybe. Annette knew she would like to be tied up but really, she just didn't think that was ever going to happen.

"Why not? I'm happy too, if you want," he said casually. "You just have to make sure you use a safe word if you're going to truss someone up so they can't get away. Even if Dick's not into it, someone else might be. I can even demonstrate on you, if you want, so you get a feel for it."

"A safe word," she said thoughtfully. "Okay, Jack. I would like that. I want to be able to keep my knots secure too. So when can you help me? I'm pretty much available...whenever." Annette was already thinking deviously. Dick should be impressed next time she went to tie him up.

"Hey, is a blindfold a good idea or not?"

"Absolutely, but not as a surprise. At least, not as one you spring on someone after they're tied up. It shifts the power differential too much, you can't be sure they actually want to do it." Jack tapped his fingers on his coffee mug, thinking. "Well, right now is out. I have a sleeping Cedric I'm going back to. Maybe tonight?"

Annette was thinking there was a lot to this tying up thing, and Jack seemed the perfect person to teach her. "Tonight..." she thought about any plans she might have. "Tonight would be okay if you're free. Do I need to bring some rope? I have some."

"Yeah, bring what you've got, we can see if it's okay. If not, I've got some." Jack couldn't quite believe he was about to do this, but he could feel the words forming in his brain, and it was with a strong sense of amazement that he heard himself say, "This is totally platonic, Annette. Lessons only. I've got thingies who'd kill me if it was anything else."

And it'd kill him if he did something that hurt either of them, but he could keep that to himself.

Her eyes widened at what he said, "Oh my gosh, Jack. I wouldn't want, I mean I'm not even suggesting at anything else. I've got a boyfriend and I'm pretty sure he'd kill me or kick me to the curb one dare I even try anything. No...no...I would never hurt him. Lessons only. That's all."

She blinked. "I don't even have thoughts."

Jack didn't pout. Much. "Not even a few passing thoughts?"

Maybe he was losing his touch.

Annette had to chuckle, "Did you not see me look at you when I came in? Those are enough thoughts to get me through to next week," she teased.

"It's true - my heart belongs to another." Dramatic sigh with a slight playful wink.

Jack smirked, happy again. "That's all right then."

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