A/N: Jack gets his kohl for the first time. Just a one shot of fluff between Jack and the nameless Persian slave girl. :) Enjoy, and please review!

Theme: Kohl

From where Jack was seated he would have had a rather scandalous view of the beautiful slave girl's bosom, and generally, Jack would have enjoyed having such an intoxicatingly Persian beauty seated so intimately on his lap—if she weren't holding his eyes closed. The young woman placed one long, elegant finger on Jack's eyelid, leaning into him slightly with a firm grip on what looked like a small paintbrush. "Hold still, Jack!"

"I'm not gonna let you put some bloody makeup on my face, least of all my eyes!" he cried in protest. "What will people think? They'll think I'm a—a—"

She just rolled her eyes in response to his stuttering and cut him off with a passionate, albeit slightly annoyed kiss, distracting him while she applied the smoky black liquid to the lower rims of both his eyelids.

"You may open your eyes now," she informed him, smiling triumphantly. "Open them wide," she added gleefully. His eyes immediately flew open, lingering on her chest, and then on her wicked expression. Before he had time to react, she had drawn a line of kohl on his lower eyelids, applying the makeup with the air of an expert. "There." She stepped back to admire her work and nodded with a smile, seeming satisfied.

Jack stood very quickly and made his way to the opulent, ornate, full-sized mirror in the room, examining the way his face changed from the makeup. His eyes were circled with a thin layer of the kohl, and the way it was applied made him look seductive and rather mysterious. She sidled up beside him as he stared at himself in the mirror. "Well?" she asked, a little anxious. "Do you like it?"

His expression was tight for a moment, but soon it evaporated and his lips curled into a devious-looking smile. He grinned at his reflection in the mirror, looking pleased. "Depends. Do you?" he asked, waggling his eyebrows suggestively.

She smiled seductively back, her perfect rosebud shaped lips pouting a bit in an alluring smile as she purred, her hands wrapping around his broad shoulders. "Words cannot even say," she assured him, giving him a sidelong glance that spoke strongly of lust and carnal desire.

"Then how shall I know?" he asked innocuously, feigning innocence, sending a similar sideways look back.

"I'll just have to show you," she murmured coquettishly, bringing his lips down to meet her own.