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RE: by what standard? - Jack - 08-04-2024
If someone had told Jack this morning that he'd be introduced to the basic idea of a mankini without the obnoxious halterneck, he wouldn't have laughed, exactly, but he wouldn't have believed you either. Enter Flora Kaito-Taliesin.
The captain's curse is something pitched probably a little higher than the Doubletake is used to, and it's all sailor, but quite what he plans to do with her mother and the deep blue sea is something left for another day, because right now he's yeeting her into the depths of the hotsprings and hopping back to try and gain back a slice of his dignity. (Or to at least find his swimshorts in whatever part of his body they've gotten lodged).
[say]"Oh? Gemstones not to your likin' anymore?"[/say] he inquires, the water rippling around him before rising in an obnoxious wave intended to crash right over Flora's head in revenge.
RE: by what standard? - Flora - 08-04-2024
There's an unfair flicker of jealousy that streaks through Flora at the mention of her mother, however generic the comment might have been. If the captain hadn't deduced it from her mind at various points already, it would become blatantly clear in the moment that coming from a family of wildly attractive (and somewhat loose, let's be honest) demigods made for a rather shallow dating pool. Already she'd had to shrug off the captain having been fucked by her soon-to-be-step-dad (spoiler alert Jack, Sunny was planning on proposing), but she drew a very solid line in the sand when it came to her mother.
Yeeted into the water, Flora surfaces with a gasp only to find another wave headed directly her way. Screeching playfully, the queen could only mentally cry out I'll get you for that! before being forced to hide beneath the surface once more. The worst part of it all was that she couldn't even really plan to retaliate properly given how the captain would know what she was planning. Well, knowing was one thing, seeing was another.
Twisting her ring and rendering herself invisible, that Jack would know Flora intended to spit a stream of water in his face wouldn't help him pinpoint where it was going to come from.
RE: by what standard? - Jack - 08-04-2024
Luckily for Flora, Jack has not in fact fucked her mother, and nor does he have any intention to do so. (Have you met Flora's thoughts? Even if he had been inclined, not worth the consequences). The captain's laughter is a foreign sound to his own ears as he hears Flora's mental shout and watches as she's forced to disappear once more beneath the warm water, leaving Jack in his rightful place as King of the Hotsprings. For now, at least.
With a raise of an eyebrow, he of course realises she's decided to tilt the game to her favour, but come on now, Flora. Even without the mischief screaming from her mind, water ripples, and with it bending to Jack's will, the captain is able to make it as still as a lake on a calm day, allowing him to see her coming without seeing her. [say]"If I catch you,"[/say] he warns, his voice a low drawl that echoes around the caverns, [say]"you'll be findin' a lot of ice down that bikini of yours."[/say]
RE: by what standard? - Flora - 08-04-2024
Gasp, a proper laugh? It was music to Flora's ears (but no, seriously, gods Jack was so unknowingly charming sometimes that it made something in the pit of Flora's stomach soften and bloom).
Cheater, the queen thinks, her cheeks full of water like a chipmunk as she invisibly rises through the now glass-like springs, spitting it in his direction as soon as her lips are past the water line. [say]"Who knows, maybe I'll like it."[/say] Flora taunts in return, moving through the water like some phantom, the surface rippling softly away from her. Letting her mouth slip down once more to slurp in bit more water, the queen grins wickedly to herself.
And if I don't? Then it'll be your problem. She thinks, before lunging in his direction and aiming to spit the water into his ear, her arms meaning to tangling around his neck.
RE: by what standard? - Jack - 08-04-2024
[say]"Says the invisible girl,"[/say] Jack quips back as he settles himself oh so casually against the back of one of the springs, an arm stretched against the hot stone as if creating a space where Flora might fit herself perfectly if she weren't sharking around the pool like a child with a vendetta. (Yes, as someone with a fellow child with a vendetta attitude, Jack is absolutely a hypocrite). [say]"That ain't the threat you think it is,"[/say] he adds, of her liking it - if anything, the opposite is more likely to stay his hand, as Flora is already guessing.
She lunges and Jack has a split second to try and flinch away, so the majority of the water hits his face rather than his ear (small blessings?) but his arms are already lancing through the springs to try and grapple Flora against his chest - something that likely looks ridiculous to anyone watching, given that she's still invisible.
With her arms wound around his neck, though, he gets the impression that she doesn't plan on going anywhere at least, and whether or not she likes it, of course the water coating his hands immediately freezes as he strokes them against her skin.
RE: by what standard? - Flora - 08-04-2024
The thing is Jack, Flora can make anything a threat.
Cackling victoriously as water sprays the captain's cheek, Flora tugs herself closer to him only to find icy hands holding her close. Squealing, she flinches forward, twining herself around him as if that might make it stop. His body feels hot in comparison to the ice that seems as though it's melting down her back from where his hands press against her, and the bright pulse of adrenaline that the chill inspires has Flora's shriek fraying into a ragged moan.
Were it not for the warmth all around her doubtless the queen would not enjoy the touch of freezing hands, but given the heat everywhere else it has Jack's fingers feeling electric against her skin. Of course, the captain probably looks like an utter fool grinning at the nothing in his arms, which only adds to Flora's delight.
RE: by what standard? - Jack - 08-04-2024
Yeah, yeah, yeah, bad time, got it. Another laugh hits the air in response to Flora's cackling-turned-squealing, and Jack doesn't need to see the Doubletake to know he's got her pinned right where he wants her to be. The adrenaline sings through her body and has the captain reacting in kind, although if she wants him to respond in a more physical way than with icy fingers, he's going to have to to able to see her. (Alright, not necessarily, but he wants to, alright?)
Letting his hands grow a touch warmer as they glide down her back, over her hips and beneath the surface of the water to scoop beneath her thighs, his expression is questioning if not somewhat expectant, and is directed deliberately somewhere across the far side of the pool. [say]"Real shame I'm alone here,"[/say] he drawls. [say]"I s'pose I'll have to drink all that liquor in my bag by myself."[/say]
RE: by what standard? - Flora - 08-04-2024
Shivering at the sudden change in temperature, even mildly warm hands against her cooled skin feel like fire in contrast, Flora tangles her legs around him as much as she's able to without skinning her knees on the rocky wall. [say]"That doesn't sound fun."[/say] Flora whispers mischievously, her lips near his ear before she brushes them featherlight across his jaw and cheek as her hands tangle into his wet hair. After a moment of twisting slightly in his arms, Jack will no doubt see the top of her bikini floating away, visible now that it wasn't attached to the queen's body. [say]"Not at all."[/say] She adds, the words whispered directly against his lips as she twists her ring, rendering her bright aqua stare gazing directly into his.
Though the queen's thoughts are steeped in colours just as warm as the spring around them, there's one word pulsing through her mind: cold. In moderation of course, but Jack's icy touch had felt like lightning singing through her skin and in response everything else felt even hotter for it (both literally and metaphorically because for all of the ways Jack didn't align with the fairytale romance Flora had always wanted for herself, he was currently checking the box of having a magic touch). She wanted to feel it up the backs of her thighs, to feel it scraping along the lines of her muscles while the rest of her sweat with the heat of the pool and the captain's body.
RE: by what standard? - Jack - 08-04-2024
[say]"Don't underestimate the power of drinkin' alone,"[/say] Jack croons, even as he turns his head into the phantom touch of invisible fingers and the tricksy mind in control of them. Blue eyes flick across the water just in time to see a bikini top floating away, and the adrenaline in Flora's mind crackles into his own just as she appears, all bare breasts and tanned skin and warm lips.
Jack doesn't need any prompting after the initial flicker of desire, and it's with a pulse of magic that he allows his fingers to grow icy, walking up the backs of her thighs and across her hips, before scooping up and beneath her breasts. Leaning in for a real kiss as if to chase his cold touch with a hot tongue, he lets a thumb skate across one of Flora's nipples, smirking at the blossom of frost he knows will accompany it.
RE: by what standard? - Flora - 08-04-2024
[say]"By all means if that's what you'd prefer to be doing.."[/say] The queen taunts in a low voice as she presses her body against his, deliciously young and full of seemingly limitless energy and delight.
Gasping against the chill, even though she'd known what to expect it still stole the air from her lungs in a way likely all of Halo was familiar with. [say]"Gods, that feels.."[/say] Good didn't even begin to cover it, but conveniently in the presence of a telepath Flora had learned she didn't need to spend much time on perfecting her adjectives. Instead she merely let the snowflake streaks of sensation burst through her thoughts, magnifying everything for a moment before the movement of Jack's fingers had heat rewarming her skin and leaving her gasping all over again.
[say]"nnnnnn—"[/say] The queen whimpers against the captain's mouth as her nipple grows hard and cold, her fingers tugging at his hair before the sensation overwhelms her mind and she pulls away from his mouth. Almost desperately she pushes his head down as she arches her back, directing her nipple into his mouth where his hot tongue might work its own magic. The cold on her breasts had her feeling a touch itchy and and shaky within her own body—not a feeling she'd have placed terribly high up on the list of things she liked—but gods the sudden influx of heat eliminated any and all doubts such that the queen wasn't planning on releasing Jack's mouth from her nipple until he undid the magic of his hands.
RE: by what standard? - Jack - 08-04-2024
Not only does Flora not have to waste precious energy searching for adjectives - she barely even needs to think at all, such is the way the sensation vibrates out of her and into the man holding her hostage in his lap. With his wicked fingertips already migrating up the length of her back and towards her hairline, it's with a stifled moan that Jack is suddenly directed down towards her waiting breast, and he goes to his task without complaint.
Confident that he'll be able to erase the cold with nothing more than a few flickers of a hot tongue, the captain nevertheless lavishes Flora with the skill of his mouth, clutching her closer such that she'll be able to clearly feel the arousal caged behind too tight swim shorts, eager to find its place between her legs. Drawing back just enough to graze his teeth against her nipple, Jack gazes up at her expectantly, as if awaiting further instructions.
RE: by what standard? - Flora - 08-04-2024
Rather surprised by how much of a turn on a bit of hot and cold was for her, the queen was planning on wasting little time in capitalizing on it and knowing fulwell what Jack was getting from her thoughts (if not from the writhing of her body against his), assumed he'd be more than onboard. Even if he wasn't though, the sudden frustrating itch between her thighs would have seen Flora bringing herself to orgasm by herself if Jack had decided to go and drink solo just to prove a point.
Metting the captain's eyes, the queen gives her head a stern shake [say]"Don't you dare,"[/say] flushed and panting, her eyes widen a fraction as if daring Jack to do or say anything other than yes Flora before burying his cock inside of her and grasping her hips and thighs with his frosty fingers.
Using the heels of her feet to try and edge his swim shorts down just enough to free his erection, Flora left the issue of her bottoms to the captain, not minding at all if he merely shoved them aside. Unlike the morning they'd spent together which the queen's mind orchestrated with soft touches and luxuriously slow bouts of friction, now her demands were more in line with what Jack was used to from her. [say]"Fuck me, Jack."[/say] She pleaded in a voice made desperately small and raw by the heat broiling up from her core.
RE: by what standard? - Jack - 08-04-2024
Don't you dare, Flora says, and while Jack's smile against the soft swell of her breast is more fox-like than anything she might have seen from him just yet, he has no intention of daring to do anything other than fuck her like he means it. Which, thankfully, seems to be exactly what she wants from him, and he's all too happy to comply. Shifting just enough to help her free him from the confines of his clothes, the captain's frosty fingers plunge back beneath the water to grasp Flora's thighs.
Surging up to meet her lips once more in a kiss as rough and possessive as any she's received from Jack before, he rises to stand, hitching her along for the ride to sit her on the edge of the springs. Having no intention of wasting further time, it's with deft fingers that he tugs her bikini to the side, guiding his cock inside her with a slow, deliberate thrust and a soft gasp into her mouth.
Flora might just about feel the flicker of his grin at that point, and his icy fingers flinch along her bare skin as his pace becomes something hard and fast and without any intention of stopping, this time, for sweet nothings.
RE: by what standard? - Flora - 08-04-2024
Delighted by the urgency in his movements and not simply because they mirrored her own, Flora's hands cling greedily against the captain's shoulders as he lifts her from the water. Refusing to allow his mouth to part from her own, as he thrusts himself roughly inside of her the air Flora sucks into her lungs comes directly from the captain's mouth, leaving her feeling all the dizzier for it. Moaning against his lips the queen rolls her hips forward as if there might yet be more of him to take, her heels pressing demandingly against his lower back.
Without the heat of the water around her the cold feels less like bolts of electricity and more like, well, cold. Nipping at his lower lip the queen wriggles herself forward, wanting to be back in the water even if it would mean dulling the force of his thrusts. (Also, given that it was Frey's Breath, Flora was quite convinced the diety would have added some antibacterial properties to the water which would allow people to fuck in it, and if she ended up needing to see Isla after this, the herald's shrine would be her next port of call after). Then again, given Jack's water magic, there was no need for him to have to deal with any properties of the springs that he didn't want to.
Flashing mental instructions into his mind—his fingertips tugging roughly at the skin of her inner thighs, freezing it, raking his nails up the swell of her ass and grasping her hips before completing the circuit again once her skin had warmed—Flora wrapped her arms around his neck for purchase, not caring at all for the way the wall of the spring would likely give her a bit of road-rash for being fucked up against it.