JACK
A lot of people have called out the captain's name in moments like this, it's true - some in performative disbelief until his magic proves its worth, others in irreverent praise, heedless of who hears them - but it never sounds as good as it does from Flora's lips, he realises. Drawing back as if to kiss the word from her mouth, Jack is stalled by the sudden flare of ecstasy from the wicked touch of her fingers against her clit, his hips stuttering for just a second before bucking forward again in earnest.
Look at me - and he does, the arm braced above her head shifting just enough that he might twist his fingers tightly in her hair, forcing her head back even at the crest of her orgasm. His other hand will leave a very obvious shaped bruise against her outer thigh, but as Flora cums and drags him heedless along with her, Jack doesn't have the sense to care. He doesn't have the sense for much, in truth, his magic singing with the intensity of her pleasure, burning through nerve endings and rendering him speechless.
He fills her with a final, hard thrust before his fingers grow slack and gentle against her body, his head pressed to her shoulder as if the darkness and the smell of jasmine and mandarin might afford him a moment to come back to himself. Silence, blessed and unbroken but for the soft panting of their breath and the distant crash of waves, drapes itself across him as warm as any blanket; and gods, if he could have this forever, he'd write love letters against Flora's tongue every minute of every day.
Look at me - and he does, the arm braced above her head shifting just enough that he might twist his fingers tightly in her hair, forcing her head back even at the crest of her orgasm. His other hand will leave a very obvious shaped bruise against her outer thigh, but as Flora cums and drags him heedless along with her, Jack doesn't have the sense to care. He doesn't have the sense for much, in truth, his magic singing with the intensity of her pleasure, burning through nerve endings and rendering him speechless.
He fills her with a final, hard thrust before his fingers grow slack and gentle against her body, his head pressed to her shoulder as if the darkness and the smell of jasmine and mandarin might afford him a moment to come back to himself. Silence, blessed and unbroken but for the soft panting of their breath and the distant crash of waves, drapes itself across him as warm as any blanket; and gods, if he could have this forever, he'd write love letters against Flora's tongue every minute of every day.
when I look at something, I see it for what it could be
when I look at something, I see how it ends
when I look at something, I see how it ends
Code stolen from Queen Sky
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
