fuck around and find out

JACK

Were he not equally as spent from the past however long's activities, Jack might have been happy to argue about whether his telepathy is considered gods-given, considering the very nature of an Abandoned and their poor standing with any deity. Alas, he'll just have to continue to write his opinions against Flora's tongue, relaxing into the palette of her thoughts and the way the colours melt into one another.

One day perhaps he'll spend his afternoons wholly in Flora's head, delving deep into the still pool of her love and the powerful, dangerous calm forming at its core. Perhaps he'll even fall asleep there. Not today, though, when his hands are busy greedily following each gentle sway of her hips, chasing after her curves even as she rolls over to lay beside him. Letting a lazy hand drift over her navel and up her torso, he peers up at the bars with a crooked smile.

"Keepin' you from movin' around too much when you're misbehaving," he says. "They can stay up there, or you can unhook them from the ceiling. There are cuffs that can go on your ankles, or your wrists, or both. The bar keeps you from closing your legs and playin' coy."

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!