JACK
Gagging her certainly wouldn't be a problem, though it's something he'll have to consider for future endeavours, given that the point of the cracked open door is that everyone hears her loud and clear this evening. And Flora is right in that he could absolutely get off on that feeling, though his possessiveness and jealousy are yet to be tested in this particular arena, and it's just as likely that he'll end up killing the poor idiot afterwards out of principle. Perhaps he can have Flora play double agent and flirt with a few of his rivals?
Thoughts for another time.
For now, her words are about as direct as they can be, and Jack has no intention of leaving her wanting given how close he is as a result of her own pleasure. And gods, when she cums it's like a riptide, pulling the world right from beneath him and sending him careening straight over that edge after her. Unlike Flora's performance for The Hanged Man, the captain's moan is muffled against the side of her neck, though she'll know quite easily that it takes the shape of her name, his hands gripping tight enough to leave faint bruises on her perfect skin.
More than one person heard that, he'll gladly tell her later, though as the final rush of ecstasy crashes against his magic and starts to taper off, that familiar silence and peace floods in its place. For those few seconds there's little more than the sound of their breath and the thunder of blood in their veins, Jack's head tilted to rest against Flora's shoulder, his eyes slipping shut. He wishes he could describe it to her, that she might understand it in a way that makes his behaviour make sense. Alas, for tonight, as the wall of noise starts to trickle back in, he can only let out a long sigh.
"Don't let me go," he mutters, the words almost too quiet to hear. "Just for a second."
Thoughts for another time.
For now, her words are about as direct as they can be, and Jack has no intention of leaving her wanting given how close he is as a result of her own pleasure. And gods, when she cums it's like a riptide, pulling the world right from beneath him and sending him careening straight over that edge after her. Unlike Flora's performance for The Hanged Man, the captain's moan is muffled against the side of her neck, though she'll know quite easily that it takes the shape of her name, his hands gripping tight enough to leave faint bruises on her perfect skin.
More than one person heard that, he'll gladly tell her later, though as the final rush of ecstasy crashes against his magic and starts to taper off, that familiar silence and peace floods in its place. For those few seconds there's little more than the sound of their breath and the thunder of blood in their veins, Jack's head tilted to rest against Flora's shoulder, his eyes slipping shut. He wishes he could describe it to her, that she might understand it in a way that makes his behaviour make sense. Alas, for tonight, as the wall of noise starts to trickle back in, he can only let out a long sigh.
"Don't let me go," he mutters, the words almost too quiet to hear. "Just for a second."
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!
