JACK
see me falling
yeah, down and lonely
yeah, down and lonely
Flora's thoughts turn maroon and while it's true that Jack internally rolls his eyes at the notion - love it is not, however she wants to paint it in her mind - he'll accept anything from possession to obsession to binding if it keeps him afloat and keeps her lips sealed around his secret. And yes, fine, the flush of red haze that descends upon the room with her thoughts is also thoroughly enjoyable as well, and the captain is easily redirected between the Doubletake's thighs.
Letting a rough hand cup the curve of her ass and the hourglass of her hips, Jack's tongue is as wicked as his words, and at this proximity and with Flora's emotions taking centre stage, she'll be able to see the explosion of thoughts from elsewhere seem to grow a little more distant, a little less vibrant, leaving her own artistry weaving around them in sweet panorama.
The only thing the captain can't replicate, of course, is the way it feels, and the way her own arousal vibrates through him in turn. With luck, though, Flora will get the idea by the movements of his hungry mouth and greedy hands.
Letting a rough hand cup the curve of her ass and the hourglass of her hips, Jack's tongue is as wicked as his words, and at this proximity and with Flora's emotions taking centre stage, she'll be able to see the explosion of thoughts from elsewhere seem to grow a little more distant, a little less vibrant, leaving her own artistry weaving around them in sweet panorama.
The only thing the captain can't replicate, of course, is the way it feels, and the way her own arousal vibrates through him in turn. With luck, though, Flora will get the idea by the movements of his hungry mouth and greedy hands.
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
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