this is drowning

JACK

"You don't know that," Jack whispers against her throat, before she's directing his lips back against her own and he's caught in a riptide of her thought and emotion, sailing across a sea of shimmering pleasure where each wave threatens to be the crest of an even greater ecstasy. Where deep, deep beneath the waters of that arousal, something coils and pulses with the sort of heat that could put Apopo to shame, the sort of light that makes the sun look dim.

He'd said he wasn't sure he could bring himself to love anyone, but never had he considered that anyone might bring themselves to love him, either. Jack's role in the world is one of cruelty and power, of business and corruption and the ruthless sort of decisions that make the world keep turning despite the body count, and who the fuck could feel any warmth for that? Who, he wants to ask her, could see that and walk towards it anyway?

His lips part in a quiet groan as the angle of her hips and the roll of her body inevitably drags him towards his own climax, and Jack forces himself back from Flora if for no other reason to provide a helping hand, his blue eyes hazy with a reflection of the Doubletake's own thoughts as he races her towards that edge.

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!