here's the countdown

JACK

Smiling darkly against her throat - it's always nice to know one has done the right thing, even for a telepath - Jack leaves one hand pressed against the small of Flora's back as if to keep her arched deliciously against the roll of his hips, the other bracing against the pillows over her head. With her legs pinned around him and her arms still curled about his shoulders, there's nowhere for either of them to go, and the captain can feel her declaration of love as a vibrating hum against his lips.

Letting those feelings - both physical and emotional - crash through him like a wave strong enough to wipe the world out from beneath his feet, Jack's breath catches in his throat, a crackle of unexpected pleasure erupting up through the base of his spine. "Fuck, Flora," he groans, dragging his kisses from her neck up towards the shell of her ear, before being forced to abandon his affections to focus on keeping air in his lungs.

It's a rarity for his own pleasure to hijack everything he takes from Flora (and that should really tell you everything, buddy), and he shifts enough to allow her to slip a hand between them, the thrust of his hips growing more rough and possessive by the second.

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