you asked for it

flora

With her bare ass pressed against his door and gods knew how many wet dreams and nightmares she'd caused the crew with the sounds of their antics, Flora can only grin against Jack's mouth before she too had to part to finally catch her breath. Letting her fingernails scratch up the back of his neck before plunging into his hair, the Doubletake hugs him shakily against her in a sly bid for stability. (Her legs are still shaking, okay).

"Eh, it was fine." Flora says dryly against Jack's temple, her grin as evident in the contour of her words as in the streak of yellow through her thoughts. "Certainly the fastest we've ever been, not that I'm complaining." Laughing breathlessly and only just able to feel her toes again, the Doubletake settles back against the door, peering up at the captain. No, she isn't planning on demanding that he sweep her off her feet and carry her into bed for a cuddle, instead, she slips one of the rings off of her finger. "For tomorrow." She whispers, sliding it onto Jack's pinky.

At least if Dahlia does manage to kill Flora, the Doubletake will be able to tell her twin that she'd had the best sex of her life the night before.

i scream for whatever it's worth
"i love you" ain't that the worst thing you've ever heard?

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!