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JACK

Jack's laughter is little more than a huff of hot breath against the back of Flora's neck; she's right, he realises, though if anyone did decide to try their luck at the Doubletake's door, a rude dismissal is the least of their worries. "Oh? Did I seem like I didn't enjoy it?" he asks of her taking the time to work some of the tension from his muscles; certainly Jack doesn't feel as though it merits revenge, though if Flora wants to make it into something like that, of course he's game.

As her nails tickle across his scalp he finally shifts enough to let her dress pool at her feet, and with one hand now free he slips it between them to unbutton his pants. "Is this how forests smell?" he asks with a smirk; born into the tropics and with very limited experience outside jungles and swamps, for all Jack knows, cinammon and peppermint are staples of the Greatwood.

He doesn't actually care about the answer, of course, his only point being that there's no need to move from the bed so long as Flora isn't going to complain about ruining her sheets, Jack nudging them forward just a little as if to confirm his intended direction.

when I look at something, I see it for what it could be
when I look at something, I see how it ends

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