the corner I haunt

JACK

Jack could get used to this, he decides, watching shamelessly as Flora's dress threatens to show the world everything as she leans down, his mind dancing with the silvery thrill of her confidence, the heat still fading low in her belly, the ease of an open mind. It reminds him of how she'd been before he'd let her in on his secret, honestly, and though guilt isn't a frequent emotion for the captain, it stings enough for him to cram it down low. Which is good, because soon enough Flora is returning to his side and they are heading out into The Hanged Man.

"They're wonderin' if I'll fuck you with the door open again before the evenin' is through," he whispers against the shell of her ear before letting her go, the captain returning to the tables filled with the members of his crew, bracing a hand against one of them so he can give his orders for the following morning and take his leave.

Flora won't have to ask if they're disappointed not to get to hear her moaning her way to orgasm a second time - it's obvious that they are - and Jack clinks a glass of something with one of his men and shoots it back before he's on his way, the Doubletake's sashaying hips and all. "Ready when you are," he murmurs, his arm relaxing around her shoulders, and he gestures for the door to lead them out.

romancing yourself is possible, narcissistic
and recommended

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!