this ain't for the best

JACK

His eyes flick up to hold her gaze, a blue made darker with lust and possessive want, and no sooner does Jack catch her intentions when Flora draws him forward, allowing him to bury himself inside her with a rough groan. She slips back to lay against his desk and Jack is already following, one hand pinning her wrist against the wood whilst the other roves greedily across her skin. 

Each thrust of his hips is enough to have trinkets rattling and objects shifting and rolling in the drawers, a sound he does nothing to muffle as his lips drag across her throat, finding her lips to kiss her hard, the captain almost impatient in his need to have more of what the Doubletake offers. Whether it’s a performance to spark all the thoughts and feelings he knows Flora enjoys or something murkier and more organic, Jack doesn’t know. And quite frankly, with his cock filling her entirely, he doesn’t care either.

Hissing out some curse to the gods against her lips, he reaches down to reach a hand around her calf, sitting up enough to hook it over his shoulder and angle her just so. Jack fucks her like he means it, hard and deep and leaving no room for breath or argument, hoping to coax another orgasm to catch them both by surprise.

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

Code stolen from Queen Sky