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JACK

"Let's not get ahead of ourselves." Jack chuckles against the soft curve of Flora's jaw, mere moments before she claims his lips in another kiss. That she thinks she'd be satisfied should he flip the switch on his magic is flattering, yes, but it says nothing as to how Jack would experience things. Case in point: as she loosens the grip on her thoughts they all but roar through the captain, and it's with a rough moan of near defeat that he submits to everything that Flora is and everything she wants from him.

The sound of tearing fabric is something he barely hears, and while he could have just pulled her underwear to the side, he's ripped it away before the idea even really takes root. Have me, she'd said, after all. Tossing the useless strip of lace to one side, the same hand sweeps beneath her lower back, arching her hips just so as he thrusts forward, burying himself as deeply as he can go.

Missionary might be the least exciting of positions, but that also means it's a pretty rare go-to in their repertoire. Jack's kisses drift down to Flora's throat as he holds himself there for a few burning seconds, before his pace becomes more greedy and possessive, his fingers tipped with static that crackles with each thrust.

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