[Training] twice, just to be sure

full speed ahead 'til I'm dead in the fast lane

The answer to that question, of course, is how hard does she want to make it (and yes, every amount of innuendo there is intended). Right now things are running the risk of turning considerably more soft, and although her perfect painted toes are doing a bit of wandering, Jack is entirely in his head right now. Or in her head, rather. It wouldn't be the first time (and no one is surprised) that he's dealt with a girl with daddy issues, but gods, this one had talked - and thought - a good game at first.

And so with a soft sigh and an imperceptible relaxing of his shoulders, the captain leaves a final kiss against the inside of her thigh before rising promptly upwards towards her lips again. "Ain't thirsty," he informs her, shifting to cover her on the couch, bracing one arm above her head as his tongue seeks hers out once more, while the other grasps Flora's hand, guiding it over his body as if to see for himself how fast a learner she is.