fuck around and find out

JACK

Smirking to himself - Jack believes it, that he'll never hear the end of it if he decides to leave her hanging (literally) - and dutifully holding her steady, the captain won't be of much use should Flora actually expect him to bear her weight, but he can be as good a prop as possible. "Your stance with the gods is still better'n mine," he points out, as if to tell her that she ought to be the one considering teleportation. Three kids with Safrin or not, the odds remain in Flora's favour.

Guiding her down off the stool, Jack tilts his head to watch with lazy appreciation as she makes her way over to the bed, the white silk of her robe hugging the curves he'd just had wrapped all around him. "Mm, all afternoon," he confirms, following after her and kicking off his boots before sinking onto the plush mattress and its deep red sheets.

Only a few weeks ago he'd have been rolling over to sleep without another word about it to the Doubletake, so let it never be said that the captain isn't capable of change. Instead, reaching out to slip his fingers through the loop she's only recently tied to keep the robe closed, he uses the silk ribbon to ferry her forward, hoping to overbalance her and onto the bed.

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!