JACK
"I am a man of my word," Jack whispers back to Flora as she drapes herself so suggestively against him, and whilst he's in agreement that it is far too cold for him to risk his most sensitive appendage by fucking in an ice cave, he certainly appreciates her efforts. Glancing over his shoulder as she steps back to get dressed, the captain can only raise his eyebrows as he's bombarded by the mental equivalent of PlayBoy magazine.
Huffing out a dark laugh under his breath, if Jack dresses a little more quickly than the Doubletake, it's for the exact reason she might expect. Nevertheless, as Flora slips her shoes back on she'll feel the captain press up against her back, his coat open so he might tug her against the warmth of his chest. "If you want to be wet, I could always push you back into the springs," he suggests, his whisper delivered directly against the shell of her ear.
His hands don't seem to be interested in doing anything of the sort, granted; cupping one of her breasts over her sweater and slipping down between her legs, Flora isn't the only one good at lighting fires.
Huffing out a dark laugh under his breath, if Jack dresses a little more quickly than the Doubletake, it's for the exact reason she might expect. Nevertheless, as Flora slips her shoes back on she'll feel the captain press up against her back, his coat open so he might tug her against the warmth of his chest. "If you want to be wet, I could always push you back into the springs," he suggests, his whisper delivered directly against the shell of her ear.
His hands don't seem to be interested in doing anything of the sort, granted; cupping one of her breasts over her sweater and slipping down between her legs, Flora isn't the only one good at lighting fires.
you are a quiet god
and your hunger is cavernous
and your hunger is cavernous
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
