if i tell you this is drowning

JACK

"You're right - I do," Jack mumbles in response, his breath hitching against her lips as her hand slithers between them to relieve a fraction of the pressure against the front of his pants. With her thoughts growing molten against the tide of his magic, the captain is already losing a battle of wills with himself, let alone anything else Flora might desire.

Luckily, though, they're absolutely aligned in their plans, and he shifts back just enough to let her inch his pants down from around his hips; already his hands clutch and press at her skin, as if he might be able to draw her closer even than their current positioning allows. "Fuck," he whispers into her mouth, his kisses drifting along the soft curve of her jaw towards the crook of her neck even as he drives himself forward into her tight, wet heat.

Anchoring himself against the bed with one hand curled into the sheets, never has the captain felt lost or adrift in the throes of sex, but gods, the feel of Flora in that initial thrust is enough for him to lose his footing on the here and now, the captain panting a soft curse against her throat and wishing there was more space, wishing he'd kicked his pants all the way off, wishing it hadn't been too fucking long since he'd last had her.

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

Code stolen from Queen Sky