this ain't for the best

JACK

Only as his kisses dip further south and Flora becomes visible to him does Jack have sense enough to pick up on the fever flush of the Doubletake's thoughts; the way the heat that rolls out of her feels brittle, the way the pitch of her need borders on desperate, and not in a lusting, playful way. Nipping at the soft swell of her breast - barely enough to graze teeth, in truth - he settles back on his knees with a raised eyebrow as his eyes take in the yellowish bruise.

"Anything else you'd like me to take care of while I'm at it?" he almost whispers, and though Jack is already shifting forward to cover the bruise with his own lips, the intensity in his eyes as they flash up towards Flora is clear; anything or anyone. With healing water a step or ten too far away and the queen's warm body preferable to the cold blade of a knife, leaving his own mark over it is the least the captain can do.

It isn't kissing it better, exactly - but it is kissing it, more or less.

His eyes slip shut once more as he leaves a fresh bruise in the wake of his lips, one that will darken sooner rather than later, but his kisses continue to move inward after that point, Jack encouraging Flora's legs over his shoulders and for her to lean further against his desk, stupid maps be damned.

sometimes we put our hearts in the wrong places
(what the fuck is it doing between your teeth?)

Code stolen from Queen Sky