it's just a bloodstain

JACK

Having no intention of taking over until Flora is good and ready, Jack's kisses instead begin to follow the pathway of his fingers, lips brushing across her collarbone even as a wave of pleasure crests in her thoughts and crashes into his own, his hips arching into her hand of their own accord. He doesn't need to be told twice as her voice hits the air - this is more to the captain's strengths, the image in Flora's mind unfurling, crimson and golden and exquisitely detailed, and Jack shifts his weight to cover her with his body.

Slow and intense he can absolutely provide - one hand is already seeking out her own to pin it decadently into the sheets, the other coaxing her hips to lift and her legs to splay open for him - but given the time of day, not even the good captain can promise the prolonged sort of sexual escapades that Flora might be anticipating. Don't get him wrong, though - he doesn't at all plan to leave her wanting.

Dragging his lips back up to the underside of her jaw, Jack enters her slowly, teasingly, with a hiss of pleasure that has his hips stuttering and withdrawing only to fill her completely with a second thrust. "Fuck," he whispers, coaxing her legs up to hook around his waist, eliminating even a fraction of distance between them as her desire floods his senses, setting his skin alight from within with a golden sheen.

romancing yourself is possible, narcissistic
and recommended