it's just a bloodstain

marked me like a bloodstain

It's the captain's words rather than the friction between them that has fingers of fire reaching up from Flora's core and wrapping softly around her throat such that all she can do is gasp breathlessly against his cheek. "Slowly, please." She whispers, though of course he'd know already. Once Jack had told her that if his partners wanted to be fucked, then they'd fuck, and if they wanted to make love, then they would. The queen hoped that hadn't just been a bit of posturing for her sake, because gods, anything stronger than soft intimacy and she was sure she'd fracture in two.

Pressing a nipple against his mouth and gasping quietly at the feel of his lips against her skin, the queen rolls her hips slowly against his own. Had this been one of their usual dalliances she might have just reached for his cock through the top if his underwear and fit herself upon it. Instead, Flora shimmies herself down until her fingertips can tug at his waistband before pulling and releasing his erection. She doesn't immediately gag herself on it, force it between her breasts or lap at it with the flat of her tongue—all things she might well have down when her thoughts hadn't be swept away by a violet storm of her own making—but merely runs her fingertips up and down his shaft as she lifts her naked eyes to his, watching him.