this is drowning

JACK

"Would I lie about that?" Jack asks lazily - and more to the point, would she stop him? He smiles, catlike, at the way her thoughts haze with heat and lust, the captain rolling a shoulder as if he might be able to shrug them off and not end up winding them both up when they can do very little about it. (That's not entirely true, granted, but they are both sore after the Void Sea Panther, of that there's no denying it).

Scoffing as she finally agrees to settle and relax, Jack does the same, though he ends up having to listen to the Doubletake furiously telling her body to be cool, to the point where he's about to sass at her to relax properly when her lips brush against his skin. Blinking his eyes open and glancing down at her, the captain's calloused fingers reach out almost without his permission, gently gripping her chin and tilting her head up towards his waiting lips.

It's not a kiss of lust - there's no vibrant passion or urgency in it - but the press of his lips and tongue is no less insistent for its comparative sweetness. Maybe Jack is just glad to be alive - maybe he's picking back up what he'd started out on the beach - but either way, his hands are just a little greedy as he tries to draw Flora into his lap.

you wanted perfect, you got your perfect
but now I'm too perfect for someone like you

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!