if i tell you this is drowning

JACK

Hissing out something like a laugh into the crook of her neck, Jack doesn't roll his eyes, but Flora will likely get the impression of it anyway by the tone of his voice. "Dunno how you're gonna manage to sink this place with a cannon if we ain't on The Ark, but who am I to tell you what you can and can't do?" Especially right now, when she's reduced him from ruthless captain and literal force of nature to little more than a man too tired and content to lift his head.

"Mm, you could certainly try," he agrees, though it would involve her getting all the way out of bed and picking up that gnarled, pointy improvised weapon, and Jack has his doubts. As for making him cum again before the boat sank, that's enough to have a dirty smile curling up the corners of his lips, his body relaxing quite without his permission wherever her hands touch. "I'd hold you to that, but you'll need to give me at least fifteen minutes before you start." He's good, but he can't work miracles, Flora.

Turning his head just enough to feel her lips brush against his forehead - Jack can't remember anyone having kissed him like this, and his thoughts are still too scattered to the wind for him to make sense of it - the captain sees the sparks of her idea, watching them flicker through her subconscious as a sleepy observer. Evidently, even his telepathy is too wrung out to do more than passively watch for the time being.

"Not a bad idea," he says, brushing off her apology as his numb hands start to gain their feeling back, Jack grazing the soft curve of her hips with his fingertips. "I could always use another tattoo." At least that way the compass couldn't be stolen away, not unless someone wanted to flay off his skin.

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

Code stolen from Queen Sky