this is drowning

JACK

Jack would argue that there are very few times where he doesn't sound confident, and so it's perhaps for the best that his lips are very much occupied and his clever tongue busy against Flora's. Even as his body screams its disapproval to have to twist and move and support the Doubletake in his lap, the captain clearly isn't interested in what it has to say - not when his hands can softly glide across the curves hidden beneath cool linen, not when he can guide her closer against him, kindling the heat in his blood to something more fiery and insistent.

Belatedly he also fumbles to set his drink down, only just managing it without knocking and shattering the glass, before his fingers are gently sneaking beneath the hem of her (his) shirt, ghosting across her bare hips and backside. Tilting his head back and into the touch of her hands, Jack breaks the kiss unintentionally, leaving him blinking up at her in the moonlight, eyes night dark and shadowed further by arousal.

Leaning in again after a breath or two to consider, his lips brush across her cheek and down the side of her neck, an arm snaking around her waist to anchor her more closely against him, so she can feel the already hard press of his cock against her.

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!