JACK
Sipping in a shivering breath to feel unseen fingers tickling across his hips - evidently Jack is not yet awake enough to keep perfect track of Flora's invisible movements - the captain also waits for the door to click shut before stepping in and against the Doubletake. His eyes close and it matters little now whether he can actually see her; with her mind painting a tableau of lurid colours and insatiable hues, his hands are absolutely already beginning to wander, savouring the feel of snug lace begging to be torn from her body.
"Good," he rumbles, his voice sleep rough and low, "it's tight enough to make me jealous of it." To make him want to cover her with his touch instead, and already he's exploring the way the lace hugs her ribs and cups her breasts. Once he's given it a true inspection, such that he'd likely be able to guess at the pattern even with invisibility and closed eyes, only then to his fingers catch and snag at the hem, fists promptly clenching to rip the bodice away.
The sound of tearing lace is a perfect accompanying melody to Flora's thoughts, Jack discarding a section of the dress he's entirely torn, splashing scarlet across his cabin as it becomes suddenly visible.
He couldn't care less what colour it is at this point, alas - already his kisses are migrating down the soft column of Flora's neck and to her collarbones, the captain evidently intending to kneel before her where he might give a similar treatment to her satin skirts.
"Good," he rumbles, his voice sleep rough and low, "it's tight enough to make me jealous of it." To make him want to cover her with his touch instead, and already he's exploring the way the lace hugs her ribs and cups her breasts. Once he's given it a true inspection, such that he'd likely be able to guess at the pattern even with invisibility and closed eyes, only then to his fingers catch and snag at the hem, fists promptly clenching to rip the bodice away.
The sound of tearing lace is a perfect accompanying melody to Flora's thoughts, Jack discarding a section of the dress he's entirely torn, splashing scarlet across his cabin as it becomes suddenly visible.
He couldn't care less what colour it is at this point, alas - already his kisses are migrating down the soft column of Flora's neck and to her collarbones, the captain evidently intending to kneel before her where he might give a similar treatment to her satin skirts.
sometimes we put our hearts in the wrong places
(what the fuck is it doing between your teeth?)
(what the fuck is it doing between your teeth?)
Code stolen from Queen Sky
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
