[SE] we were jet-set, bonnie and clyde

JACK

"If you are careless enough to get us both into that sort of situation, it's the least I'll expect," Jack informs her haughtily, though the smile that threatens at the corners of his lips gives him away. He has no doubt that Flora means it, of course, and though he wants to tell her that there is no replacement for The Ark, for now it's enough that she'd try. "Careless like tryin' to build a piece of furniture without any tools?" he wonders. "Or careless like runnin' across the beach to fight a void sea panther? Because I've been around for both of those, and it didn't stop you."

Welcoming the return of some of their easier banter, Jack has reached out to set the bottle of rum down for now when the Doubletake's gasp reaches his ears. His telepathy, a little slower on the uptake thanks to the liquor, has just enough time to register the flush of heat and unfettered delight before Flora's lips are claiming his own; it's a good thing he's already braced against her, because otherwise he'd be liable to fall.

Kissing her back with the sort of passion usually reserved for desperate goodbyes or reunions, or I thought you were deads, Jack slips his hands beneath her thighs so he might lift her off the counter to properly anchor her around him. "Here's to not tripping on the way up the stairs." He smirks.

you wanted perfect, you got your perfect
but now I'm too perfect for someone like you

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!