JACK
Flora has absolutely nothing to feel apologetic about in Jack's opinion, especially as she slides herself down the length of his body (and against his already aching cock) to get her feet back beneath her. "Really? I couldn't tell," he murmurs wickedly into her mouth, his smile audible even as his tongue writes promises he doubts Flora will let him keep, but he can write them nonetheless. Having backed into his cabin properly, he's got just enough time to fumble with the lock on his door before Flora is directing him to the bed, and he raises his eyebrows to make a point before acquiescing.
Sinking down onto the sheets and watching with a tilt of his head as she plays arts and crafts with her sundress, his pants unbuttoned and his belt unbuckled, one might think Jack would get impatient and go to assist. Truth be told, though, the molten gold and vibrant crimson in her thoughts is more than enough to keep him occupied, the captain letting it flood through him, seeping into the cracked parts of him and filling them with heat and light.
"I'll do my best to act surprised," he tells her, leaning back on his hands and waiting expectantly for her to take the lead.
Sinking down onto the sheets and watching with a tilt of his head as she plays arts and crafts with her sundress, his pants unbuttoned and his belt unbuckled, one might think Jack would get impatient and go to assist. Truth be told, though, the molten gold and vibrant crimson in her thoughts is more than enough to keep him occupied, the captain letting it flood through him, seeping into the cracked parts of him and filling them with heat and light.
"I'll do my best to act surprised," he tells her, leaning back on his hands and waiting expectantly for her to take the lead.
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!
