JACK
see me falling
yeah, down and lonely
yeah, down and lonely
"Fuck--" It isn't often that Jack is taken off-guard by the force of the pleasure he's been trying to draw out from another person, but gods if Flora's climax doesn't white out the room with its intensity. His fingers flinch against her throat even as her hand presses over his own, and there's no small possibility that he'll leave a necklace of bruises in his wake after this. Not that it matters - utterly seized by her thoughts and feelings, Jack pitches forward, lost to his own orgasm for a weightless few seconds during which nothing else seems to matter - not what Flora knows nor what it means nor their proximity to one another - and all grows blissfully silent.
Aware only of the panting of his own breath for a long few beats afterwards, around them Flora's extensive palette of emotion will seem to flare and fade in time with the captain's pulse, as if even his magic has reached a threshold of oversensitivity, needing distance from the force of the Doubletake's feelings. Pressing his forehead against the crook of her neck, Jack's eyes close and he huffs out something close to a laugh, as if unsure what has just happened between them.
Aware only of the panting of his own breath for a long few beats afterwards, around them Flora's extensive palette of emotion will seem to flare and fade in time with the captain's pulse, as if even his magic has reached a threshold of oversensitivity, needing distance from the force of the Doubletake's feelings. Pressing his forehead against the crook of her neck, Jack's eyes close and he huffs out something close to a laugh, as if unsure what has just happened between them.
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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