JACK
Jack surrenders his glass easily enough, his focus on the Doubletake and the way he might tug open her robe but at the same time make it seem as though she's still covered enough to make it feel salacious, and rather than accepting it back from her, he leans in to take a sip from the cup in her hands. "We should," he agrees easily enough - whilst the captain is far from the sentimental sort (though arguably Flora can said to be changing that), he also holds the memory of that particular room covetously in his mind.
His fingers have loosened the tie of her robe enough for his fingers to slip inside it, the silk shifting enough to bare one of her breasts to the warm air, and it's with a touch of distraction that he follows her gaze across the room. "Oh, that? Well," he says, the words almost whispered along her jawline, "I would stay on the ground. But we'd strap you into the swing, and from there I could fuck you in ways that a bed would make impossible."
His fingers have loosened the tie of her robe enough for his fingers to slip inside it, the silk shifting enough to bare one of her breasts to the warm air, and it's with a touch of distraction that he follows her gaze across the room. "Oh, that? Well," he says, the words almost whispered along her jawline, "I would stay on the ground. But we'd strap you into the swing, and from there I could fuck you in ways that a bed would make impossible."
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
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