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RE: the corner I haunt - Flora - 09-13-2024
Walking the line expertly between dragging as much out of her as he can and stopping before her oversensitive nerves ruin the moment, had Jack not risen up to meet Flora, she'd have all but collapsed down to find him.
Sliding her leg off his shoulder but still very much using him to balance, Flora lets her hand drop from Jack's hair to his shoulder, smoothly measuring his ascent, having not yet opened her eyes. Still aglow in the wake of her orgasm, the world and all of its problems seem wonderfully far away, and while she isn't so naive to think that things are just going to be a walk in the park going forward, fuck but it all feels a little perfect just now.
Smiling almost dazedly, as Jack presses his lips against hers he'll feel her mind suddenly sharpen and come to life again. The feeling in her body, previously far away and weightless suddenly burns for his, and the hand on his shoulder is now curling around his neck, holding him against her. [say]"I hope you don't have anywhere to be,"[/say] she whispers, her teeth nipping at his lower lip.
[say]"Because I'm far from done with you."[/say]
RE: the corner I haunt - Jack - 09-14-2024
It's that tipping point between perfection and reality that Jack savours as much as the kiss he presses to Flora's lips, his tongue as wicked in her mouth as it had been between her legs. The match strike of her lust fires low in his belly in turn, curling the petals of those crimson soaked blooms in her mind, and the captain's greedy hands clasp her hips to draw her closer at the same time as her arm loops around his neck.
[say]"I'd fucking hope not,"[/say] he mutters, the barest hint of amusement in a voice made rough with need, and the response suits both of her remarks as far as Jack is concerned. It goes without saying that the captain isn't done with Flora either, his arousal rock hard and making being fully dressed a very uncomfortable place to be; only as he draws back from her lips does one of his hands go to his belt, unbuckling it and unbuttoning his pants in a smooth motion.
It would make sense, given the setting, for him to request Flora turn around for him to fuck her against the bar counter, but although his magic can paint the picture well enough, the captain finds himself wanting to see her face. He noses towards a crate of unpacked supplies across the guildhall - conveniently quite close to the door, in fact - that would be perfect for the Doubletake to sit herself on.
RE: the corner I haunt - Flora - 09-14-2024
The petals burn away to cinders, adding heat to the fire that Jack's gaze already has blazing in her belly, and though Flora's fingers are reluctant to part from where they've tangled greedily around the captain's shoulders, it's with a wry smile and the pulse of something mischievous in her mind that she does so.
Wanting to make the sex good for Jack, Flora had learned long ago (even if she hadn't ever been fully able to give herself over to it), meant making it good for herself, and so, padding toward the crates and then stepping around them, Flora opens the door to the guild just a fraction. It's a risky thing to do, but then, so had been falling in love with a man like Jack. And although it was nothing new for Flora to enjoy others knowing what it was she was up to, tonight she wanted them all to know who it was she was up to it with.
Lifting herself up onto the crates and caring not at all what was inside—fuck whatever else they broke tonight, so long as it wasn't her heart, Flora could replace it—she leans back slightly in order to give Jack an unobstructed view of her body, before slipping a finger between her thighs and tracing a line up toward her clit that has her shivering with a bright pulse of garnet desire. [say]"I want you."[/say] You; her mind wraps around the word, tendrils of bright gold encircling it, holding it tight. You. This. Us.
RE: the corner I haunt - Jack - 09-14-2024
Letting Flora go with obvious reluctance and watching with the intensity of a predator as she crosses the guildhall and past the crate to open the door, Jack huffs a laugh and prowls after her, already planning for the rest of the bar to hear exactly what he's doing to Torchline's queen. [say]"How could I possibly say no to that?"[/say] he rumbles, blue eyes wild with the Doubletake's need and arousal as it crashes into his own; an unstable tide that drags him out with each greedy pull against his telepathy.
Freeing himself from the tight confines of his pants - and there's something about Flora being naked, open and wanting compared to Jack barely having time to shove his pants down enough to fuck her that makes it feel even more risky - the captain reaches out to snag at the hand that has dipped between her thighs. Encircling her wrist, he lifts her fingers to his lips, tasting her on them with a slow curl of his tongue, before his resolve crumbles and he surges forward into a hungry kiss.
Needing no assistance to guide himself between her legs, Jack lingers for a moment, the head of his cock pressed tantalisingly against her, but gods if he hasn't already overwhelmed himself by writing poetry against her with his tongue, and he fills her completely in one hard thrust of his hips, his hands gripping her hips and gliding up to encircle her waist.
RE: the corner I haunt - Flora - 09-14-2024
[say]"You couldn't."[/say] Flora agrees simply, her bottom lip caught between her teeth as she lifts her chin, welcoming his gaze.
If it's hastiness that has the captain remaining mostly clothed or some attempt to keep the serpent on his ribs hidden, Flora neither knows nor cares. As Jack reaches for her wrist, the queen's thoughts flash antagonizingly, daring him to replace the finger he'd just removed with something better, before the swirl of his tongue against the tip of her finger has a shaky breath slipping past her lips. Clutching at him, Jack will find Flora's mouth quite insatiable, unlike the very first time the pair had been together, with Flora doing everything she could to seem hot and knowing as she hovered ignorantly above him on her couch, now the queen had dispensed with every pretense and disingenuous gesture, focusing only on amplifying her pleasure and by extension, his as well.
[say]"—fuck me, ja—"[/say] Flora starts to say as he presses himself between her legs and lingers before she's suddenly filled by him in a way that momentarily blanches her thoughts. Outside the door, someone on their way to the bathroom stops, their attention drawn by the sound of Flora's moans, their gaze drawn to the silhouette of the queen's breast and the captain's hands fitted around her waist.
RE: the corner I haunt - Jack - 09-14-2024
Inhaling sharply at the way her thoughts white out with ecstasy as well as the tight, hot feel of her all around him, one of Jack's hands slips around to Flora's lower back, fingers splaying as if to encourage her to arch and press further into the driving thrusts of his cock. He's already leaning in to brush his lips against the side of her neck when the phantom caress of a presence outside has him glancing sharply to the door. Flora will feel the wolfish smile on the captain's lips, and if she follows his gaze she'll see the sudden snap of electricity as it races beneath the door, as if to encourage the person on their way.
[say]"I doubt they'll listen to that warnin',"[/say] he grumbles as he readjusts enough to pick a pace as hard and deep as it is just a little too slow for now. [say]"I wouldn't, if I were them."[/say] Maybe they'll just lurk inside the bathroom, door ajar enough to hear if not to see. Jack will know either way, and based on the stability of the crate (it has begun to knock rather noisily against the wall with each rock of his hips), they won't be the only ones interested in investigating.
RE: the corner I haunt - Flora - 09-14-2024
Wrapping one of her legs around his lower back, both anchoring him against her and allowing her to encourage his thrusts with her calf and heel, Flora rather dazedly tilts her head to follow Jack's gaze, blinking at the flash of lightning beneath the door. Grinning slyly, Flora shivers in response to the eyes she imagines were just outside the door, her mind taking on the same voyeuristic inclination it had the night the pair had spent together on the beach during Longnight. Briefly, she thinks of fucking Jack in some corner booth in the Dusklight or the House of Midnight, or of him pressing her against some beautifully wallpapered hallway just outside of their door, his hands pawing beneath her dress as he'd done earlier that night for all to see.
Later; they could have that later. For now, she only wanted this.
[say]"As if you'd ever stand and watch."[/say] Flora mutters, her grin wicked before Jack's adjustments have his cock pulsing against the particular bundle of nerves such that the smile on her lips is replaced by shivery pleas for more.
[say]"Fuck, Jack—"[/say] Flora pants as fingers of heat begin to climb up from her core for the second time that evening. Arching up into him, her heel now digging into her lower back, the queen's breathless moans of encouragement grow louder and less coherent as she feels the tell tale crackle of her orgasm begin to blot out the remainder of her thoughts.
RE: the corner I haunt - Jack - 09-14-2024
Not for the first time does that memory of Longnight unfurl itself in Flora's mind - and therefore in Jack's as well. [say]"This Longnight, perhaps I'll fuck you where you can see everyone else,"[/say] he whispers, the dark promise all but murmured against the shell of her ear. [say]"They won't see you, though - as long as you're quiet."[/say] He punctuates the word with a particularly hard thrust of his hips, his fingers flinching against her thigh as he encourages her leg more tightly around his lower back.
[say]"Wouldn't I?"[/say] he adds, of just watching, and though his breath is starting to grow ragged with the pleasure he can feel mounting in Flora's core, he can't help but drip more ideas into her mind. [say]"Don't you enjoy being watched?"[/say] he whispers. [say]"I could watch you touch yourself, watch other people touch you. Not that I can promise I'll keep my hands to myself."[/say]
RE: the corner I haunt - Flora - 09-14-2024
[say]"You'll have to gag me th—"[/say] The thrust of his cock cuts off the words, the image of Jack's balled-up shirt clenched between her teeth and Torchline's sands beneath her back suddenly shattered by a roaring plume of fire. Giving up any attempt to help steady herself against the crate, Flora wraps her other leg around the captain's waist, her hips lifted in order to better guide him deeper inside of her.
Having never considered Jack the type to share, certainly if he was up for it there were some interesting situations the pair could find themselves in. No doubt Jack could certainly get off on the feeling alone of someone fucking Flora all while thinking they'd pulled a fast one over on the captain by fucking his girl, though there was certainly the worry now that having been fucked by a telepath the Doubletake's standards likely weren't going to be met by just any old idiot.
[say]"Shut up and make me cum,"[/say] Flora moans a touch performatively, if only because she's positive that the way her thoughts have begun to spiral out of control has already signalled to the captain just how close to climaxing she was. Moaning his name for all to hear in varying degrees of desperation and arousal, it takes little time for her fingers to nudge her toward the precipice and for the thrust of Jack's hips to shove her breathlessly over the edge. Adrift in a sea of deep blue and with nothing in her mind left to hide from the captain, Flora's orgasm hits her harder than it had before now that she has Jack to cling to.
RE: the corner I haunt - Jack - 09-14-2024
Gagging her certainly wouldn't be a problem, though it's something he'll have to consider for future endeavours, given that the point of the cracked open door is that everyone hears her loud and clear this evening. And Flora is right in that he could absolutely get off on that feeling, though his possessiveness and jealousy are yet to be tested in this particular arena, and it's just as likely that he'll end up killing the poor idiot afterwards out of principle. Perhaps he can have Flora play double agent and flirt with a few of his rivals?
Thoughts for another time.
For now, her words are about as direct as they can be, and Jack has no intention of leaving her wanting given how close he is as a result of her own pleasure. And gods, when she cums it's like a riptide, pulling the world right from beneath him and sending him careening straight over that edge after her. Unlike Flora's performance for The Hanged Man, the captain's moan is muffled against the side of her neck, though she'll know quite easily that it takes the shape of her name, his hands gripping tight enough to leave faint bruises on her perfect skin.
More than one person heard that, he'll gladly tell her later, though as the final rush of ecstasy crashes against his magic and starts to taper off, that familiar silence and peace floods in its place. For those few seconds there's little more than the sound of their breath and the thunder of blood in their veins, Jack's head tilted to rest against Flora's shoulder, his eyes slipping shut. He wishes he could describe it to her, that she might understand it in a way that makes his behaviour make sense. Alas, for tonight, as the wall of noise starts to trickle back in, he can only let out a long sigh.
[say]"Don't let me go,"[/say] he mutters, the words almost too quiet to hear. [say]"Just for a second."[/say]
RE: the corner I haunt - Flora - 09-14-2024
Garnet gives way to gold, and as sensation begins to worm its way back into Flora's fingers and toes, the captain's request nearly has her body breaking out in shivers all over again. Her reaction isn't as explosive as it had been when his lips had crashed against her or when the thrust of his cock had blotted out the entire world leaving only the crackle of the pleasure he'd forced upon her, but it was just as expansive. Threads of gold knit together the fabric of her mind as lust gave way to love and the Doubletake breathlessly sank against Jack.
Never, she thinks, arms coiling around his shoulders to draw him against her, her body supple and yielding where they touch. The bruises his fingers have left will be coveted for as long as they last, this night marking the start of something new and forever changed between the pair, though quite how it would all turn out nobody could know.
Hardly able to do more than keep herself pressed against him, as Flora lets her hips relax down against the crate, she hears the telltale snap of something inside finally giving way. Laughing softly, the Doubletake presses her nose into Jack's hair before fluttering soft kisses just below his ear and down the side of his neck.
RE: the corner I haunt - Jack - 09-14-2024
Never might get in the way of certain important aspects of his life, but for just now, Jack is tempted. Her arms curl warmly around his back and shoulders, and as the fireworks of lust and greed and pleasure give way to a patchwork of something new and golden and unfurling, it's enough to keep the world at bay. Enough to have the captain relaxing in her grip, his hands smoothing against her hips a little more gently, before bracing against the crate just as something snaps within it.
Scoffing out a dark laugh of his own, it's with reluctance that he glances up from the sweet oblivion of her shoulder at last. [say]"That sounded like it could've been expensive,"[/say] he says, his voice roughened by exertion, and as he straightens up he brings Flora with him - the last thing she needs is to get splinters in her ass, not least because he's sure he'll hear about it for days. Setting her on her feet and stepping back so he might button his pants and fasten his belt, he leaves her with a brief kiss so he can grab her sundress where she's discarded it.
[say]"Dare I ask what plans you had for the rest of the evening?"[/say] He raises his eyebrows as he helps her back into the dress, his hands smoothing across the curve of her backside and the underwear he hasn't brought over. [say]"Leave 'em off."[/say] He smirks.
RE: the corner I haunt - Flora - 09-14-2024
[say]"Who's to say it didn't arrive that way?"[/say] Flora teases, though they both knew that she would have checked whatever inventory had been delivered precisely to guard against such surprises—a little tip she'd picked up early on from Jack. Whatever it's worth, the queen was happy to cover from her own pocket, not feeling even a ripple of regret.
Groaning as she slips from the crate, her knees unhappy about the task of bearing her weight given how Jack had weakened them, Flora shoves the door closed before turning to face him. [say]"Well originally it involved hanging out here until close and hoping by that point I was exhausted enough to fall asleep."[/say] Flora says with a light shrug as she reaches her arms up and into her dress before tugging it softly down over her curves. Where before it had been obvious enough through the thin fabric that she hadn't been wearing a bra, the removal of her underwear as well cast the garment in an entirely different light—one which would certainly earn more than a few looks if the pair remained within the bar. [say]"You're terrible."[/say] She mutters, though the sheen of her thoughts is one of bright approval as his palm smoothes over her ass.
[say]"Now I'm thinking about snagging a bottle of rum and maybe heading down toward the docks."[/say] To the Ark being the implication that Flora's mind hesitantly puts forward.
RE: the corner I haunt - Jack - 09-14-2024
[say]"Who indeed,"[/say] Jack purrs, though the answer of course is both of us. Both of them knew very well that whatever was in that crate would have arrived precisely in the condition expected, else it would never have made it as far as the guildhall in the first place. [say]"Sounds like a shit evenin',"[/say] he continues, not that he really needs to say as much, given the cadence of Flora's thoughts.
As for him being terrible, he can only raise his eyebrows at that, giving her ass a gentle smack for good measure. [say]"If you're only figurin' that out now, you're in trouble, love,"[/say] he drawls, checking the guildhall over before preparing, evidently, to leave back into the bar.
[say]"Down towards the docks?"[/say] He tilts his head, reaching out to try and snag her around the waist, tucking her against his side as he reaches for the door she's recently closed. [say]"Y'know, I suddenly remember that I might have some business down there myself. Maybe I'll join you and your bottle of rum."[/say]