full speed ahead 'til I'm dead in the fast lane
Her thoughts are second only to the feel of her fingers in his shirt, and Jack lets the knife he'd been holding clatter to the ground (don't be fooled, though, he absolutely makes a mental note of where it is). He takes the time to indulge in the taste of her lips and the warm feel of her body, his free arm slipping about her waist to arch her forward and against him, hoping to coax the fireworks in her mind into something a little hotter, a little brighter.
Flora has called him out, too, on being easy to handle, on being perhaps not all he is cracked up to be, and those are big words from someone with precisely zero experience to back them up. So maybe there's just a bit of something to prove mingled in with the lust and arousal, even safe in the knowledge that he hasn't disappointed yet and he doesn't plan to start now.
"If that feather stabs me now, I promise you'll be more upset than I am," he murmurs against her mouth, shifting as if to encourage her back onto the couch where she'd been splayed so prettily with her book of poems. Jack won't be following, though, oh no. He's got plenty of work to do down here, between her thighs.
Flora has called him out, too, on being easy to handle, on being perhaps not all he is cracked up to be, and those are big words from someone with precisely zero experience to back them up. So maybe there's just a bit of something to prove mingled in with the lust and arousal, even safe in the knowledge that he hasn't disappointed yet and he doesn't plan to start now.
"If that feather stabs me now, I promise you'll be more upset than I am," he murmurs against her mouth, shifting as if to encourage her back onto the couch where she'd been splayed so prettily with her book of poems. Jack won't be following, though, oh no. He's got plenty of work to do down here, between her thighs.
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
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