never be so kind you forget to be clever
Flora's arms are already around Jack's neck before her back even hits the bed, and had it not been the captain's intention to blanket her body with his own, she'd have dragged him there through brute strength if need be. Doubtless it ever would, and no small part of Flora is convinced that even if Jack deigned to turn his telepathy off for the evening, she'd still find herself wildly satisfied; not that she felt the need to test that theory.
Lifting her hips teasingly, the underwear she wore a laughable attempt at a firebreak between the wildfire already burning in her core and the press of the captain's arousal, Flora snakes a leg around Jack's hips, caging his erection between their bodies. Moaning into his mouth, the Doubletake's kisses were more like gasps of breath from someone trying to stay above crashing waves than the measured explorations they'd been by the window, and as if to combat this, she clawed the fingers of one hand through his hair, tethering his mouth against hers.
With thoughts of the Greatwood and the disastrous Taliesin dinner already forgotten and the world reduced down to nothing more than the feeling of Jack's body against hers, Flora let slip the tethers she kept around her thoughts during those moments she didn't want to overwhelm the captain's mind (like, you know, what talking about his dead mother), and instead let them roar through her. "Have me," she moaned against him, her hips lifting once again as her palm slid over his oil-smooth skin.
Lifting her hips teasingly, the underwear she wore a laughable attempt at a firebreak between the wildfire already burning in her core and the press of the captain's arousal, Flora snakes a leg around Jack's hips, caging his erection between their bodies. Moaning into his mouth, the Doubletake's kisses were more like gasps of breath from someone trying to stay above crashing waves than the measured explorations they'd been by the window, and as if to combat this, she clawed the fingers of one hand through his hair, tethering his mouth against hers.
With thoughts of the Greatwood and the disastrous Taliesin dinner already forgotten and the world reduced down to nothing more than the feeling of Jack's body against hers, Flora let slip the tethers she kept around her thoughts during those moments she didn't want to overwhelm the captain's mind (like, you know, what talking about his dead mother), and instead let them roar through her. "Have me," she moaned against him, her hips lifting once again as her palm slid over his oil-smooth skin.
