JACK
"Good girl." Jack has clearly been waiting to give her that sort of praise again, his voice little more than a growl as he tracks the way her hands drag across her body, squeezing and pinching and plunging between her legs, his breath stuttering at the combined pleasure of her mouth on him and her thoughts vibrating through his magic. "Your fingers are good, but I promise I'd be better," he grates out, and her lips leave him for just long enough for him to consider it maddening, his hands clenching into fists behind his back.
"How bad?" he wonders, watching her back bow and arch off the couch. "How bad do you want me?" Of course, whatever her reply might be will have to wait, because in the next moment her mouth is on him again, the captain's hips thrusting forward with very little coaxing, dragging a rough gasp from his throat. "Fuck, Flora--" he moans, and for a second there's only the feel of her hands and tongue and the self-satisfied ribbon of thought that runs parallel to her arousal.
In that moment, Jack considers that perhaps she will win this game of theirs.
"How bad?" he wonders, watching her back bow and arch off the couch. "How bad do you want me?" Of course, whatever her reply might be will have to wait, because in the next moment her mouth is on him again, the captain's hips thrusting forward with very little coaxing, dragging a rough gasp from his throat. "Fuck, Flora--" he moans, and for a second there's only the feel of her hands and tongue and the self-satisfied ribbon of thought that runs parallel to her arousal.
In that moment, Jack considers that perhaps she will win this game of theirs.
you wanted perfect, you got your perfect
but now I'm too perfect for someone like you
but now I'm too perfect for someone like you
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
