JACK
It's that tipping point between perfection and reality that Jack savours as much as the kiss he presses to Flora's lips, his tongue as wicked in her mouth as it had been between her legs. The match strike of her lust fires low in his belly in turn, curling the petals of those crimson soaked blooms in her mind, and the captain's greedy hands clasp her hips to draw her closer at the same time as her arm loops around his neck.
"I'd fucking hope not," he mutters, the barest hint of amusement in a voice made rough with need, and the response suits both of her remarks as far as Jack is concerned. It goes without saying that the captain isn't done with Flora either, his arousal rock hard and making being fully dressed a very uncomfortable place to be; only as he draws back from her lips does one of his hands go to his belt, unbuckling it and unbuttoning his pants in a smooth motion.
It would make sense, given the setting, for him to request Flora turn around for him to fuck her against the bar counter, but although his magic can paint the picture well enough, the captain finds himself wanting to see her face. He noses towards a crate of unpacked supplies across the guildhall - conveniently quite close to the door, in fact - that would be perfect for the Doubletake to sit herself on.
"I'd fucking hope not," he mutters, the barest hint of amusement in a voice made rough with need, and the response suits both of her remarks as far as Jack is concerned. It goes without saying that the captain isn't done with Flora either, his arousal rock hard and making being fully dressed a very uncomfortable place to be; only as he draws back from her lips does one of his hands go to his belt, unbuckling it and unbuttoning his pants in a smooth motion.
It would make sense, given the setting, for him to request Flora turn around for him to fuck her against the bar counter, but although his magic can paint the picture well enough, the captain finds himself wanting to see her face. He noses towards a crate of unpacked supplies across the guildhall - conveniently quite close to the door, in fact - that would be perfect for the Doubletake to sit herself on.
romancing yourself is possible, narcissistic
and recommended
and recommended
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
