if i tell you this is drowning

JACK

Wincing a little, if not because of the destruction (he couldn't care less about that or how much of it she wants to bring down onto the little houseboat) then because of her form, if anything, Jack is only ever inclined to intervene to teach her how to properly throw her weight into the swing. But she's already moved from the shelving to the cabinets, a large and jagged bit of wood pinging off the shield he'd made to bury itself deeply into the ceiling. He's still raising his eyebrow up at it when he feels the touch against his magic, the captain blinking back at Flora in surprise.

Straightening up from the doorway and stepping back into the room like a moth to fire, his name written against the Doubletake's thoughts might as well have been a lasso tossed around his neck and tightened enough to bring him stumbling. "You'll not be offended if I put this out of the way, I hope," he rumbles, reaching past her to carefully slip the gnarled, rusted club out of her hands, dropping it to the ground so he might step closer still, the shield of air around her vanishing only to be replaced by the warmth of his hands.

"I could get used to watchin' you break stuff," he adds, smiling and drawing her flush against him to lean in for a kiss that purposely not enough.

sometimes we put our hearts in the wrong places
(what the fuck is it doing between your teeth?)

Code stolen from Queen Sky