JACK
see me falling
yeah, down and lonely
yeah, down and lonely
Jack shrugs out of his coat the second he's able, dropping it carelessly against the backdrop of black and the ribbons of colour and thought that suffuse the room. The sound of laughter is an echo, an itch in the back of his mind, joy a buoyant thing that nudges him closer and has his lips parting from Flora's to drift down the soft column of her neck, even as his fingers work the buttons of her jeans. "Think about me," he whispers, and gods if not even the captain can tell whether it's to stoke his own ego or if it's to nudge Flora's thoughts back towards something lewd and tantalising.
He'll help her along, at least, pushing down her jeans over her hips and descending the length of her body to kneel between her thighs, his lips painting invisible promises against her belly and hips. Freeing her of the garment proves less easy than he'd like, Jack relying heavily on the distraction of Flora's thoughts to keep the tide of other people at bay, but eventually, at last, he's able to drape one of her legs over his shoulders, nipping at the inside of her thigh.
He might have drawn the shutters down over the rest of the world and their inner voices, only he feels as though the Doubletake would resent it. It just means he'll need to deal with those consequences later.
He'll help her along, at least, pushing down her jeans over her hips and descending the length of her body to kneel between her thighs, his lips painting invisible promises against her belly and hips. Freeing her of the garment proves less easy than he'd like, Jack relying heavily on the distraction of Flora's thoughts to keep the tide of other people at bay, but eventually, at last, he's able to drape one of her legs over his shoulders, nipping at the inside of her thigh.
He might have drawn the shutters down over the rest of the world and their inner voices, only he feels as though the Doubletake would resent it. It just means he'll need to deal with those consequences later.
are the angels on their way?
i’m in the dirt
i’m in the dirt
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
