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RE: fuck around and find out - Jack - 09-29-2024
[say]"Based on the one you just sucked my cock on, nothin' at all,"[/say] Jack says, his tone suggesting that she's forced his agreement, though in reality of course it's anything but. He's grinning, a touch victoriously, to see the disappointment in her expression, though it doesn't last long with her mouth suddenly on his. Combined with the way his hands skate across her smooth skin, slipping along her outer thigh to sneak beneath the robe that, let's be honest, is barely doing its job at this point, one might expect this to be the captain's downfall.
Alas, as he parts from her lips to graze his teeth along her earlobe, he has the audacity to point out that [say]"A circle isn't a number, love."[/say] His laughter is nonetheless amused, and he shrugs his shoulders as if to tell her not to have any hard feelings about. [say]"You're up against a lifetime of me doin' this as a job,"[/say] he says, and it almost sounds like an apology if such a thing would usually come from the captain.
RE: fuck around and find out - Flora - 09-29-2024
For a split second Flora forgets why her lips are against his as she loses herself in the press of the captain's fingertips against her thigh. There really is something about the too-short white robe that absolutely makes her want to do filthy things, and it's only as she feels Jack's teeth graze against her earlobe that her mind flits back to what it was meant to be focusing on. As her eyes snap open, the, [say]"ugh!"[/say] that leaves her lips is entirely
[say]"I know, I guess I just thought..."[/say] Where Jack might have had a lifetime of practice with precisely this sort of thing, Flora likewise had a long history of entitlement. That wasn't to say she didn't work hard when she needed to, she'd proved that time and time again, but even so, her first instincts were usually that she'd get what she wanted. [say]"...maybe I'd just be good at it."[/say] She admits with a shrug, knowing it likely made her sound a touch bratty, but it wasn't as though Jack wouldn't have read it from her mind even if she'd kept quiet. [say]"I think differently around you than I do with other people. I thought maybe that would help."[/say]
RE: fuck around and find out - Jack - 09-29-2024
Unable to keep in the laughter that rumbles from his chest to have Flora slumping against him in her usual dramatics, Jack grabs up his glass of whiskey again and raises it to her in a cheers. [say]"Maybe you are good at it,"[/say] he reasons with another roll of his shoulders. [say]"But just like you think differently around me, I'm very interested in what happens in your head. It probably wasn't much of a fair fight."[/say] Which is rich, coming from a man who has never fought fair a day in his life and never plans to.
Still, taking another sip of his drink and relishing the burn in his throat and the pleasant buzz settling in his limbs, Jack turns his attention more to the robe Flora's (only just) wearing than the psychic game they'd been playing. And for a moment it's as though the rest of the room doesn't exist, the captain fully invested in the soft skin against his lips as he drops kisses down her neck, or the way the silk tie begs to be untied between his fingers.
[say]"So is there anythin' else here you're eager to try? I ain't findin' you another dungeon if you forget to play with something,"[/say] he teases.
RE: fuck around and find out - Flora - 09-29-2024
Though the pout remains on her lips for a good few seconds more, Flora's thoughts are instantly made buoyant by the sound of Jack's laughter until the entirety of her mental landscape is glistening. Wrinkling her nose in his direction despite very much appreciating the sly compliment, the Doubletake relieves the captain of his cup once he's taken a sip, helping herself to one as well. [say]"We should go back to the House of Midnight sometime."[/say] The memory of seeing her thoughts splashed out across the walls had done something to Flora, something she couldn't quite name but had always been eager to get back to.
Handing the captain back his cup—he'd either need to release her long enough to grab her own or they were going to quickly run out—Flora's head tips back as his mouth wanders down the length of her neck. Should anyone have walked in, the pair might have been the perfect advertisement of all the room was made for—the queen with her unbound blonde curls in the arms of a villainous dark-haired man whose ringed fingers whispered beneath the white silk of her robe—even if they hadn't made use of even a fraction of what the room had to offer.
[say]"Yes you would."[/say] The words whisper through her grin as Flora arduously lifts her head, peering around the room. [say]"How is that supposed to work?"[/say] She wonders, not needing to add context as she glances at the sex swing hanging from the ceiling. For all the ways in which swinging would probably be fun, how either of them were meant to great any real friction if they were constantly in motion, she couldn't understand.
RE: fuck around and find out - Jack - 09-29-2024
Jack surrenders his glass easily enough, his focus on the Doubletake and the way he might tug open her robe but at the same time make it seem as though she's still covered enough to make it feel salacious, and rather than accepting it back from her, he leans in to take a sip from the cup in her hands. [say]"We should,"[/say] he agrees easily enough - whilst the captain is far from the sentimental sort (though arguably Flora can said to be changing that), he also holds the memory of that particular room covetously in his mind.
His fingers have loosened the tie of her robe enough for his fingers to slip inside it, the silk shifting enough to bare one of her breasts to the warm air, and it's with a touch of distraction that he follows her gaze across the room. [say]"Oh, that? Well,"[/say] he says, the words almost whispered along her jawline, [say]"I would stay on the ground. But we'd strap you into the swing, and from there I could fuck you in ways that a bed would make impossible."[/say]
RE: fuck around and find out - Flora - 09-29-2024
It's impossible to play coy with a man like Jack, but that doesn't stop Flora from feigning ignorance of the way the robe has ridden up on her thigh, or the way that only the position of her shoulder is what's keeping her breasts covered by the white silk. It's to that end that as Flora leans forward, her lips brushing across the captain's cheekbones, she presses her shoulders up and forwards to maximize the cleavage accidentally all but shoved into Jack's face as she pretends to do nothing more than flutter kisses along his skin.
Her nipple hardens almost immediately, not because the air is cold but because her entire body is still hungrily aware of all the ways in which it was denied the captain's touch previously. Shifting in his lap for no reason other than to remind herself of all the places they touched, Flora pulls her gaze back from the swing with a quietly confused smile. [say]"So you don't use it like a swing?"[/say] She frowns a touch at that, though the more she looks at the various straps the more she can imagine where limbs and such might go. [say]"I think I'd hate it, actually."[/say] Flora admits, one corner of her lip wrinkling as she gives her head a slight shake. [say]"I like when I can feel you all around me and that...it seems like you'd feel far away."[/say] Sure he'd be able to grope and thrust and likely fuck her a good deal harder than he was normally capable of but for the lack of gravity, but there'd be no weight to it. Not for her, anyway.
RE: fuck around and find out - Jack - 09-29-2024
Accidentally or otherwise, Flora's efforts are well-received by the captain if for no other reason than to tug at the scarlet ribbons of her thoughts where they smoulder and run hot with the prospect of pleasing him. His thumb brushes beneath her breast, lips pressed to the hollow of her throat, and he scoffs his amusement to hear - surprisingly, in fact - that she'd not be a fan of the sex swing. [say]"I mean, it does swing,"[/say] he points out, but obviously not in the traditional way she'd been imagining.
Regardless, if it's not for her, Jack is more than happy to let his interest in it dwindle away, especially as Flora is kind enough to reiterate the things she does like. [say]"Good thing there's plenty of stuff in here that will keep you as close as you like."[/say] Close to him, or close to orgasm? Either or, right? [say]"You know, unless you plan to tease us both again."[/say] Which, good for her, but Jack doesn't guarantee he'll be such a good sport about it this time.
RE: fuck around and find out - Flora - 09-29-2024
Flora's lips part to draw in a silent breath as his thumb brushes beneath the soft skin beneath her breast, the touch far too light in a way that makes the expression that has her brow furrowing appear almost to be one of pain, even as her thoughts sparkle with a wicked sort of delight.
Either or? No Jack, both.
[say]"Definitely not."[/say] Flora hums greedily, and as she shakes her head she brushes her nose far too sweetly against his own for the sorts of salacious thoughts currently percolating in the back of her mind. What Flora wanted was for Jack to be able to have his hands all over her, and while she flirted for a moment with the idea of having him tie her up, she was pretty sure in the end she preferred to be able to paw at him over whatever pleasure she might get from the frustration of being denied it. [say]"Wait.."[/say]
Twisting in his lap, the press of her ass against his thighs entirely by accident as she slipped out of his arms, Flora reaches for her cup of whiskey before wandering back toward the swing, eyeing the way it was attached to the ceiling. In fact she was looking at the length of the cables, wondering if they'd reach the wall. The idea of being properly fucked up against something was hot, but as Jack wasn't a demigod and had earned his fearsome reputation by a means other than brawn, the queen had always written it off purely as a fantasy.
Unless...
[say]"Do you think it would reach?"[/say]
RE: fuck around and find out - Jack - 09-29-2024
Automatically turning his head away from the sickly sweet way her nose brushes against his own, Jack pinches a finger against her nipple for good measure, though the gesture isn't as hard as it might have been. [say]"Hm?"[/say] Following her gaze back to the swing - and inhaling a quick breath as she accidentally-on-purpose slides out of his lap in all the right wrong places, Jack stays put so he might finish his whiskey, watching the way Flora looks from the swing to the wall, and putting the rest together with her thoughts.
[say]"Hey,"[/say] he objects, a flutter of frost nipping up the backs of her legs for her perceived audacity. STR 20 is well above average, thank you very much. [say]"People manage to fuck each other up against walls without bein' demigods all the time, y'know,"[/say] he drawls, rolling to his feet and setting his empty glass down. [say]"But yes, I reckon it'd reach. Why, you want a hand into it?"[/say] Granted, the second she's strapped in, there's no guarantee the captain won't have a few games of his own to play.
RE: fuck around and find out - Flora - 09-29-2024
As if to punish his naughty fingers, Flora wraps the robe tightly around her body—oh no, look how it shows off her curves—and tightly re-knots the belt before suddenly dancing to the side as fingers of frost tickle up the backs of her legs. Swatting at her own skin before shooting Jack a reproachful look, the Doubletake straightens and twirls her finger through one of her curls to reform it. [say]"Not the way I want."[/say] She snarks; no part of her wants to see Jack breathless with the effort of holding her aloft, his hands entirely useless as they're relegated to simply pinning her in place, the entire ordeal a battle against stamina (and not in the fun way).
[say]"Unless you've got something else in mind?"[/say] Glancing around the room and not recognizing the purpose of even half of the device, Flora shrugs before helping herself to a mouthful of whiskey. [say]"You know more about what we can do in here than I do."[/say] Besides, after all of her teasing it was probably the least she could do.
RE: fuck around and find out - Jack - 09-29-2024
One might find it strange that the feathers of the captain's ruffled ego can be smoothed back out by something like Flora's specific tastes, but such is the nature of his preferences and their relationship. Even so, he can't help but grin to see her clutch her robe back around herself, looking as innocent as a murderous smuggler possibly can in the face of her reproach. Strolling up towards the swing and giving the straps and buckles an experimental tug - of course it holds without a problem - Jack raises an eyebrow and shakes his head.
[say]"If you want to be fucked against a wall, then that's what you'll get,"[/say] he purrs, bracing against the footboard of the bed with one boot before hoisting himself up to mess with the fastenings of the swing as if they're the rigging of his ship. Whatever he does works, at least, allowing him to guide the contraption across to a nearby wall - one free of anything exciting other than some chains. [say]"Well? In you get,"[/say] he says, smirking.
RE: fuck around and find out - Flora - 09-29-2024
Lifting her cup to her lips, there's something undeniably attractive about watching Jack work. She'd thought much the same while he went about his duties on the Ark, but unlike then, here she didn't have to hide the way her eyes raked over his body, didn't have to pretend she didn't want his clever hands to touch her the way he did his knots, didn't have to silence the needy sounds of her thoughts lest she distract him from something important.
Stepping closer, Flora eyes the chains a touch warily before deciding that given that putting Flora into any sort of position she wasn't comfortable with would be a hindrance to them both, she probably didn't have to warn the captain away from doing anything risky. [say]"In I get, huh?"[/say] Like it was a pair of fuckin' sweatpants. With a final sip of her whiskey, the Doubletake sets it down before reaching out a hand for Jack's shoulder to help steady herself. [say]"If you'd be so kind,"[/say] she smirks before sliding one of her legs through the first loop until it wrapped around her thigh before waiting for Jack to help her into the other side. Immediately the muscles of her stomach flinched and tensed to keep her stable, her hand reaching instinctively above her to one of the grips in an effort to help her try and draw her knees back together.
RE: fuck around and find out - Jack - 09-29-2024
[say]"You say that, but I'd argue this was pretty important unless you want to slip out and fall on your ass,"[/say] Jack remarks, and whatever Flora might think about watching him work, the captain can only feel the same about how freeing it is to be able to respond to thoughts as if it's part of a full conversation. It certainly makes for a more seamless interaction between the two of them, such that he's more than ready as she uses him to brace herself against the swing.
Like any filthy gentleman, he assists her in getting positioned, ensuring that her robe falls just so where it won't bunch up but neither will it necessarily provide any cover, freeing the silk where it can fall prettily around her. [say]"That's probably a good idea,"[/say] he agrees as she grabs one of the grips, checking everything is correct and giving it all one last yank to make sure it isn't going anywhere (it isn't) before stepping in front of her.
[say]"I think,"[/say] Jack purrs, [say]"that keeping your knees closed defeats the object a bit."[/say] So saying, it's with a sly smile that he reaches out to part her legs, fingers squeezing against her knees as he backs her up enough to brace against the wall. [say]"Comfy?"[/say]
RE: fuck around and find out - Flora - 09-29-2024
Despite Jack having seen her every which way, Flora still gropes for some sort of modesty as she struggles to find her balance on the swing. Edging her hips forward to slide the loops further up her legs, she found that while it threatened to dig into the muscles of her upper thighs, it was a good deal more stable (despite the hit to her ego that resulted in the way the backs of her thighs necessarily bulged around the bands). With no way of swatting his hand away as he adjusted her robe, Flora was left merely gaping at Jack, wanting to look good for him and not like some child whose parent had just yeeted them up onto a swing, but not feeling as though she did.
[say]"I didn't want to pull a muscle,"[/say] Flora lies, not seeing a need to mention the truth (that she didn't want to be doing the splits and thus putting her vajayjay front and centre). Not yet, anyway. Gripping his shoulders, her legs wrapping around him, the queen braces against the wall, her shoulders shifting somewhat as she got used to the feeling of it behind her. [say]"Maybe not comfy, but...I don't feel like I'm going to fall, and nothing hurts."[/say] She clarifies, though the way her fingers clutch at his shoulders suggests she isn't entirely comfortable yet. Then again it is the first time she's been put into a sex harness, so hopefully the captain can forgive Flora her apprehension.
Not part of her is looking for a way out, though, and while feeling safe is probably not something most people feel when they're with a man like Jack, Flora does. Exhaling softly, she glances down at herself—naked but for the robe against her sides—before glancing at the captain with an expectant raise of her brow.