you asked for it

JACK

"I thought you might," Jack says, tension rippling briefly across his shoulders at her touch before settling again, allowing her fingers to dance up and through the back of his dark hair. Not just to kiss her, of course - but to kiss her with intention, the details of which flash across the web of his telepathy until he's got, more or less, an exact idea about what the Doubletake wants.

Which, of course, is one of the benefits of having a mindreader on side.

One of the captain's hands remains on the lapels of the jacket around her shoulders, the other reaching for her wind-tossed hair, tucking a few errand curls back behind her ear, only for his eyes to flick briefly over her shoulder. Nodding as if she ought to look as well, should Flora actually do so, Jack will use the opportunity to catch her chin and redirect her back to his waiting lips.

His kiss is slow but hungry, the sort that begs for roaming hands and breathless gasps, and the arms that slip around her to clasp her close against his chest border on possessive. More than the act itself, of course, is the importance of all the people watching; this isn't some clandestine thing tucked away in his cabin - this is out in the open, for every single member of the crew to see.

you wanted perfect, you got your perfect
but now I'm too perfect for someone like you

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!