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JACK

"Just because I enjoyed it in the end, doesn't mean it didn't hurt," Jack fires back; as Flora would have been able to tell from the moment she touched him, the captain is tense in every sense of the word. "You're right, though," he concedes. "I would be a shit about it on principle." As he is with most things, in fact. Not this, though, and as her thoughts catch fire as if the affection had been little more than dry kindling, Jack is there for it.

He releases her that she might twist to face him, giving him time to shed the rest of his clothes, such that he's able to catch the theatric tumble of curls around her shoulders. "Flawless, as always," he purrs - credit where it's due, and all that. As for the forest, he's just as likely to agree to visit the Greatwood (sans void, of course) as he is to suggest she paint the walls of the House of Midnight with her memories - either way, for right the fuck now, the woods can wait.

Crowding into Flora's space enough to send them both tumbling into the bed, Jack's lips are on hers once more almost before he gives them permission, pinning her body beneath his own as if to leech away every bit of wild love that thunders through her veins.

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

Code stolen from Queen Sky