JACK
One might find it strange that the feathers of the captain's ruffled ego can be smoothed back out by something like Flora's specific tastes, but such is the nature of his preferences and their relationship. Even so, he can't help but grin to see her clutch her robe back around herself, looking as innocent as a murderous smuggler possibly can in the face of her reproach. Strolling up towards the swing and giving the straps and buckles an experimental tug - of course it holds without a problem - Jack raises an eyebrow and shakes his head.
"If you want to be fucked against a wall, then that's what you'll get," he purrs, bracing against the footboard of the bed with one boot before hoisting himself up to mess with the fastenings of the swing as if they're the rigging of his ship. Whatever he does works, at least, allowing him to guide the contraption across to a nearby wall - one free of anything exciting other than some chains. "Well? In you get," he says, smirking.
"If you want to be fucked against a wall, then that's what you'll get," he purrs, bracing against the footboard of the bed with one boot before hoisting himself up to mess with the fastenings of the swing as if they're the rigging of his ship. Whatever he does works, at least, allowing him to guide the contraption across to a nearby wall - one free of anything exciting other than some chains. "Well? In you get," he says, smirking.
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!
