it's just a bloodstain

JACK

Having expected something more explicit, other than what he's already gleaned that Flora wants from her thoughts and her earlier pleas, Jack is left with a furrowed brow even as he has to fight the urge not to lift his hips into her touch. Before he can question it further, though, the Doubletake is gone, and it's with her violet hued thoughts swamping his own that the captain lets himself succumb to her mind and its needs and whatever else might bring them both pleasure even if it's accompanied by Flora's tears.

Shifting to settle himself on his side behind her, the captain's kisses are gentle against her shoulders and the column of her neck, though the touch of his hands and the flick of his tongue are no less greedy as he draws her slowly back against him. Slipping a hand between her thighs to encourage her legs to part enough for him to stroke a finger against her slick heat, the press of his cock against her might well be evidence of him wanting her, but like he means it is yet to come.

"I can't wait to feel you," he whispers against the shell of her ear, his free hand slipping up to press gently - gentle enough that it barely counts - against her throat and collarbones.

romancing yourself is possible, narcissistic
and recommended