fuck around and find out

JACK

"Practice makes perfect, so they say," Jack purrs, though he is far from complaining as she tosses the whip away onto the bed so they might focus instead on the couch and its provocative curves. He chooses not to get into the specifics of the things his telepathy does and doesn't do - not only does Flora tend to think about it more than he ever has (and oh boy is that saying something), but it has a tendency to take all the fun out of it if he spends too long over-analysing.

So instead he supports the way her overalls slip down to gather at her waist and hips, fingers gliding over the fabric that still hugs her figure before whispering against the flawless bronze of her skin. "More than a few were very frustrated," he assures her. "A couple of 'em considered askin' if you wouldn't prefer to spend the afternoon with them." His touch barely grazes the black lace of her bralette before she's stepping away, Jack watching with slow, expectant patience as she fits herself beautifully against the sweeping arcs of the couch.

With her breasts pushed out as a focal point and her back and hips moulding effortlessly against the plush fabric, it's enough to make any man's mouth water, especially as the position finds her lips so conveniently placed before him. "I think you might need to consider one of these for your place," Jack says, reaching out to trickle his index finger down her throat, across her collarbones and to the lace stretched tightly across her nipples. "Well? I can tell you that you look good enough to eat, but how'd you feel?"

you wanted perfect, you got your perfect
but now I'm too perfect for someone like you

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!