JACK
Perhaps to Flora, the captain hasn't changed, but for Jack, the man who walked Torchline's shores five years ago is almost nowhere to be seen these days, not unless a very specific situation calls for it. Time and war and friendships and loss have closed the captain up like a clam at the bottom of the Arclight, and only the Doubletake's maturity, insistence and warmth have started to pry it open again. And where once there had been nothing but grit and sharp edges within, now there's something shining and pearlescent that he wants to crush at the same time as he wants to covet.
More than willing to let Flora do what she does best, Jack's fingers glide along her thighs to grip her hips, her ass, even as the undercurrent of her pleasure begins to rise to something unsustainable for either one of them. "Fuck," Jack grates out, and despite his attempts to be gentle, as Flora reaches that precipice of ecstasy and throws herself over it, crying out those balled up and cleverly hidden emotions with each rise and buck of her orgasm, his hands clutch her tight enough to leave imprints in their wake.
He cums mere seconds after she does, his mind spelling out the jagged edges of the v and the quick curl of an e, and as she lurches forward against him his arms are already around her, clutching her close and fighting for any breath he might be able to catch. "Fuck," he hisses a second time, wanting to take more of her, to take her again and again to chase that feeling, but gods, he's suddenly so damned tired, even his clever mind can't keep up with it.
More than willing to let Flora do what she does best, Jack's fingers glide along her thighs to grip her hips, her ass, even as the undercurrent of her pleasure begins to rise to something unsustainable for either one of them. "Fuck," Jack grates out, and despite his attempts to be gentle, as Flora reaches that precipice of ecstasy and throws herself over it, crying out those balled up and cleverly hidden emotions with each rise and buck of her orgasm, his hands clutch her tight enough to leave imprints in their wake.
He cums mere seconds after she does, his mind spelling out the jagged edges of the v and the quick curl of an e, and as she lurches forward against him his arms are already around her, clutching her close and fighting for any breath he might be able to catch. "Fuck," he hisses a second time, wanting to take more of her, to take her again and again to chase that feeling, but gods, he's suddenly so damned tired, even his clever mind can't keep up with it.
you wanted perfect, you got your perfect
but now I'm too perfect for someone like you
but now I'm too perfect for someone like you
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
