there exists a tipping point between gods and monsters
"I'm anythin' but a fluke, Flora," Jack assures her with a smirk. A conniving cheat, though? Guilty as charged, and as the Doubletake's fingers tighten in his hair and her body arches against his own, even the pinpricks of pain radiating out from his scalp are more than worth it. That isn't to say he doesn't surrender willingly to her kiss, of course, the captain's arm tightening further around her waist now that he isn't charging her bones with static, his free hand tilting up her chin so he might deepen the kiss.
Tumbling into the dark tangles of her thoughts would have taken at least a modicum of effort once upon a time, but Jack is increasingly finding that it's his favourite place to be, no matter how sharp the thorns of her ambition, how twisted the branches. "Is that all?" he whispers, the words formed around a wicked smile. "We can manage that between us, I think."
Not standing like this out on some lonely, carnivorous island, granted. But with enough effort, certainly.
Tumbling into the dark tangles of her thoughts would have taken at least a modicum of effort once upon a time, but Jack is increasingly finding that it's his favourite place to be, no matter how sharp the thorns of her ambition, how twisted the branches. "Is that all?" he whispers, the words formed around a wicked smile. "We can manage that between us, I think."
Not standing like this out on some lonely, carnivorous island, granted. But with enough effort, certainly.
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
