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RE: it's just a bloodstain - Flora - 08-03-2024
Shivering in her sleep as goosebumps ripple out across her flesh thanks to the welcome winds of Jack's magic, the Doubletake fights against the wakefulness that tries to nip at her heels. Groggy enough to be mostly unaware of her surroundings but not so far gone that the possibility of waking to an empty bed doesn't weigh heavily on her mind, Flora nuzzles her face against the crook of Jack's neck, one hand still over his heart as if in some subconscious attempt to anchor herself to the beating of his heart.
Eventually, though, wakefulness does impose itself fully upon the Doubletake, and as she blinks sleep from her eyes, the first thing she sees is the rise and fall of the captain's chest. It's hard not to love him for it—for staying—all the more so when it was so against his nature. Ignoring the foolish urge to offer him the world for this simple act of kindness, instead Flora just shifts somewhat against him in order to rest her chin against his chest, peering up at him (up his nose, given the angle), overcome with a gentle flush of joy at how absurdly domestic it seemed to wake with the captain in her bed. [say]"Morning."[/say]
RE: it's just a bloodstain - Jack - 08-03-2024
Only as the whorls of lazy colour and splashes of emotion begin to knit into something more coherent does Jack let himself rise towards proper wakefulness as well, such that as Flora shifts and opens her eyes, Jack is already blinking up at the ceiling. It's painfully domestic, yes, but in truth the new day - this day in particular, within the sleepy confines of Flora's home and without the immediate tangle of minds from The Ark to batter against his magic - has rendered the captain docile. A sleeping tiger, nestled in her fine sheets and against the warmth of her body.
[say]"Not until there's coffee it isn't,"[/say] he nonetheless objects to her remark, the words sleep roughened and amused, because feeling joy first thing in the morning is a novelty for Jack as well. Shifting enough to peer down at her in turn, Jack raises a brow before stretching out into the plush comfort of her bed - another difference to the familiarity of his bunk, but not an unwelcome one.
His movement, of course, makes it obvious that it's a fairly glorious morning, too, south of his waistline; however much a force of nature the world and the captain like to make him out to be, he's still also a man at the end of the day.
RE: it's just a bloodstain - Flora - 08-03-2024
Snickering at that, the queen can't help the flush of girlish attraction she feels towards the captain as the roughness of his morning voice hits her ears. It makes him feel real in a way that struck her as rare, leaving the Doubletake coveting the sound and tucking it away in some more permanent place in her mind.
Not bothering to shift away from him as he stretches but instead taking the opportunity to fit herself comfortably around him, the conspicuous tenting of her sheets doesn't pass the queen's notice. [say]"And you're sure coffee is what you want to wake you up..?"[/say] She whispers, and rather than the indigo-soaked desperation of the night before, now Flora's mind is filled with a sparkling array of coquettish mischief that has laughter filling her throat and a pirate's smile tugging at her lips. He'd stayed, and gods, his kindness the night before aside, that had made a world of difference.
[say]"Because..."[/say] Biting at her bottom lip, Flora trickles one hand down Jack's chest, her fingers ghosting over the flagpole of his cock beneath the sheet as she raises a brow up at him.
RE: it's just a bloodstain - Jack - 08-03-2024
[say]"That is what I just said--"[/say] Jack begins, only to cut himself off on his own sharp inhale, not having expected warm and mischievous hands to trickle down and tease at his cock first thing in the morning. Which, actually, that's definitely the sort of thing he ought to expect when he, of all people, chooses to share a bed with someone, but after last night, Jack can't be blamed for exercising caution against another fine dose of blue balls.
But Flora's thoughts unfurl in clouds of gold-flecked mischief, and the captain narrows his eyes at her a fraction, arousal fighting with the amusement and sleepy caution of a man who did stay last night, and was there for every whiplash of emotion, however quickly and unexpectedly it came. [say]"Don't play with that unless you mean it,"[/say] he tells her with a sly smirk, nodding down at his erection.
RE: it's just a bloodstain - Flora - 08-03-2024
[say]"I was never planning on playing with it."[/say] The queen replies, her tone dry and her thoughts coated in a thick layer of roguish delight as her fingers tease over the shape of his erection beneath the sheets.
Rather than sliding astride him, instead Flora tugs softly but ever so suggestively against his cock as she slips away from the captain in order to lay on her back at his side. Her free hand trickles down the length of her stomach before snaking between her thighs in an effort to help her body catch up to the heat already buzzing in her belly. There was lube in the bedside table, but Flora didn't think her fingers would need more than a moment or so, not with the roughness of Jack's voice still purring like velvet in her mind and his cock still being teased in her other hand.
RE: it's just a bloodstain - Jack - 08-03-2024
[say]"Good,"[/say] Jack fires back, feeling another plume of heat curl low in his belly as Flora rolls onto her back, all tanned skin and delicious curves and wicked fingers slipping between her thighs. Casting the blankets aside as if even the teasing beneath the sheets is too much (which, at this time of morning, it might be, ok), the captain shifts onto his side so he might watch, hungry and lazily aroused, as she pleasures herself.
Reaching out to sample the softness of her skin for himself, his touch trickles from the hollow of her throat down to her breasts, tweaking at her nipples before drifting lower still, brushing against her hips and the movement of her hands. Leaning in to press hot, slow kisses against the side of her neck, Jack was standing to attention even before this sultry display, and now his cock twitches in her grip as if begging to take the place of her fingers.
RE: it's just a bloodstain - Flora - 08-03-2024
Watching the captain with hooded eyes as her skilled fingers coax pleasure from herself with an immediacy that even his clever mind couldn't match, Flora moans decadently in response to the march of his fingers down her chest, breasts, and finally between her thighs as if he meant to take over. He'd find her hand unwilling to move if he tried, though there were other ways he could help if he was so inclined.
[say]"Mmmmmm—"[/say] Flora pants, having held her breath, releasing it only as she felt a much more physical bloom of heat between her thighs that had her toes curling against her silken sheets. It filled her mind with a lusty sheen that still sparkled in the sunlight, luxurious and joyful rather than darkly sensual in a way that begged for bruises and possessive fingers.
[say]"Come here.."[/say] The queen purrs as she abandons her clit in favour of grasping at Jack's hip. In her mind's eye she saw him blanketing her, filling her, fucking her with the sort of slow intensity that would see them both cursing one another with relief when they finally came.
RE: it's just a bloodstain - Jack - 08-03-2024
Having no intention of taking over until Flora is good and ready, Jack's kisses instead begin to follow the pathway of his fingers, lips brushing across her collarbone even as a wave of pleasure crests in her thoughts and crashes into his own, his hips arching into her hand of their own accord. He doesn't need to be told twice as her voice hits the air - this is more to the captain's strengths, the image in Flora's mind unfurling, crimson and golden and exquisitely detailed, and Jack shifts his weight to cover her with his body.
Slow and intense he can absolutely provide - one hand is already seeking out her own to pin it decadently into the sheets, the other coaxing her hips to lift and her legs to splay open for him - but given the time of day, not even the good captain can promise the prolonged sort of sexual escapades that Flora might be anticipating. Don't get him wrong, though - he doesn't at all plan to leave her wanting.
Dragging his lips back up to the underside of her jaw, Jack enters her slowly, teasingly, with a hiss of pleasure that has his hips stuttering and withdrawing only to fill her completely with a second thrust. [say]"Fuck,"[/say] he whispers, coaxing her legs up to hook around his waist, eliminating even a fraction of distance between them as her desire floods his senses, setting his skin alight from within with a golden sheen.
RE: it's just a bloodstain - Flora - 08-03-2024
A delicious tension sings through Flora's hips and thighs as her legs spread, her muscles not yet entirely awake and stiffly objecting to being forced to be so flexible so early in the morning. The burn isn't unpleasurable though, and while the queen does wrap her legs around Jack's waist, she indulges herself a moment and lets her hips fall all the way open, spreading fire through her muscles that has her moaning against the captain's neck.
Coiling an arm around Jack's shoulders as the other tangles into his hair, at the first teasing thrust and withdrawal, though there's a pang of frustration in the Doubletake's thoughts, laughter fills the remaining spaces; at least until he properly fills her and the golden thoughts in her mind are reduced to shivers of static as she chokes out his name. [say]"Exactly that,"[/say] she moans breathlessly. He might be a mind reader, but gods if she felt like he might appreciate the verbal confirmation after how everything had gone the past evening.
Tethering herself to him while being mindful of the fact that if she held him too tightly and moved with him too perfectly that there'd be no room for him to thrust into her, Flora lets herself sink down into her bed, her every thought heavy with pleasure and a frenzied sort of joy she'd never have been able to put into words.
RE: it's just a bloodstain - Jack - 08-03-2024
For all that Jack has fucked around - and let's not be coy about it, it's a lot - there's something to be said for the crackling joy and buoyant laughter in the Doubletake's thoughts that catches him entirely off guard. Adrift in the phantom stroke of her hands, the way her fingers twist into his hair, it takes a second for him to remember to even breathe, and it catches in his chest as he moves within her.
Braced over Flora if only enough to fuck her properly, his free hand slips beneath her lower back, arching her up and against him, a soft moan escaping the captain's lips as he fights to keep his pace slow.
And while verbal appreciation is largely needless for a man with telepathy, that Flora gives it anyway knowing what she knows is enough to bring a fleeting smirk to Jack's lips, each thrust deep and almost intentionally not quite enough, as if to stoke the fire in her core to something uncontrollable. The problem, of course, is that it's just as difficult for him to maintain composure as it is for the Doubletake.
[say]"I want you to cum for me,"[/say] he whispers against the soft space beneath her ear, sweat already beading down the length of his spine in an effort not to simply fuck her to oblivion.
RE: it's just a bloodstain - Flora - 08-03-2024
While it isn't an entirely new feeling for Flora to be happy during sex, rarely is it the overwhelming emotion that she feels. As so often it was with Koa, briefly with Asta, and almost always with Jack, the queen's primary emotions were ones of fidgety need, scarlett arousal, and the inclination to race towards a climax. Though no part of Flora was simply going to let the chance for an orgasm pass her by, there was nothing desperate in the movement of her hands and even the shivers of pleasure that had her body shaking beneath the captain's.
Letting her hand slip from Jack's shoulders to slide down his spine, Flora presses against the muscles of his lower back as they tense and flex with the thrusts of his hips. Panting beneath him, the queen moans against the side of his neck as she lets her hand fall away from his skin, timing it with his thrusts in order to slip it between her legs. The first press of her fingers has her gasping loudly as bright flares of arousal light up her thoughts. [say]"Gods, Jack."[/say] She hisses, utterly delighted as her hips rise to crash into his.
Tugging at his hair in order to lift his head, Flora presses her lips against his in a kiss that's somehow both greedy and sweet at the same time. The muscles of her stomach groan deliciously as their position basically has her doing reverse crunches with every thrust such that despite the way her lips and tongue refuse to leave his, she's forced to pant against his mouth with every roll of his hips.
RE: it's just a bloodstain - Jack - 08-03-2024
Of that they are in complete agreement, and it's a rare enough set of circumstances on its own even without the addition of morning sex in Flora's bed for Jack to be seized by it completely. He might be the one doing the fucking, but gods if she doesn't fill him completely with shades of goldenrod and maroon, with the full body sensation of having and being had, and in being in absolutely no hurry about it.
Feeling something electric shoot down the length of his spine in tandem with the first touch of her fingers against her clit, Jack leans up almost without being asked to catch her lips with his own. He hums a note of impatience into their kiss, the mounting spikes of pleasure mingling with a raw need to snatch this moment in time and crush it between his fingers so it might never leave his grip.
[say]"Flora,"[/say] he hisses as he parts from her lips at last, somehow managing to make her name sound like a threat, and whilst slow and intense is still as much on the cards as it can be, Jack is fighting a losing battle with himself, especially as the Doubletake continues to draw out her own pleasure.
RE: it's just a bloodstain - Flora - 08-03-2024
Saying to Jack I'm close would have been like checking to see if a flag was waving in the middle of a hurricane. [say]"Jack,"[/say] the queen laughs in response as she brushes her nose against his, before letting her shoulders sink down against the mattress enough to peer up at him. I want to see your face, he'd said last night, and now that the queen's mind wasn't plagued with darkness she beamed up at him, her aqua eyes bright and wrinkled around the edges with joy and affection even as her lips flinched with the movement of his hips and her hands.
Don't make me fall in love with you, Jack, gods but he was, maybe even without even realizing; but then he'd ignored enough of her instructions the night before, what was one more?
Gasping as the world seemed to slip out from beneath her, though the radiant sheen of her thoughts remained just as joy-filled, the queen's smile grew slack as fingers of pressure tore down the backs of her thighs before splitting her wide open with such force Flora cried out the captain's name as if having been torn away by a riptide. Digging her heels against the back of his thighs and arching up into him, Flora gasped for breath as if she really was drowning. Holding onto him like a lifeline that she refused to release, as the wave of her orgasm pushed her over the brink and into a freefall, the only name on her lips or in her thoughts was Jack.
RE: it's just a bloodstain - Jack - 08-03-2024
The world begins to fall away from Flora and it drags Jack clean along with it, the captain's fingers flinching against her skin and his eyes a feral sort of blue as they flick up towards her face. Feeling the snapping tether of her orgasm is enough and then some to seize his senses entirely, Jack clutching her against him as she arches into the roll of his hips. It's no exaggeration to say that his climax shatters through him mere seconds after Flora reaches her own; Jack cums hard, thrusting deep inside her and letting the full weight of his body press her down into the sheets.
He might have called out her name in turn - he doesn't know, truthfully - and as the physical reality of the room slowly returns, like mist rolling in from the sea, he's left spent and unsure where his own thoughts end and Flora's begin. Perhaps something like this could be labelled dangerous for a man who spends so much time in other people's heads, but for right now Jack truly doesn't care; panting hard and pressing his forehead against the soft slope of her shoulder, there's nothing but this moment and the immediate seconds that follow.