it's fine to fake it 'till you make it
Draping her arms around Jack’s broad shoulders, Safrin pulled him against the railing with a languid, teasing ease, her thighs spreading to welcome him closer. "You don't think I am?" she mused, of being all over the good fight? "Deimos and Hadama have been given the tools to push back the void, and soon Vesper will too."
A sly smile played at her lips as she let her hand rest gently against his chest. No Jack might not be a hero, but therein lay his charm, the nuance of it made all the more clear in moments such as this. "I can give you a way to mask yourself on Starfall, so that even the void flora and fauna come to see you as one of their own—a friend, rather than an enemy."
Gently, with a languid deliberation, Safrin lifted her chin, her knees sliding slowly against the outside of Jack's thighs. In that moment, her mind opened like a vast cosmos before him, tempered by a barrier that would allow him to drift through it all without being swallowed by the enormity of it. Within her, entire galaxies swirled—a nebula of passion and pleasure waiting to be explored. Jack would almost feel the pulse of countless stars, each one a spark of desire, ready to ignite if only he agreed to the universe she offered. Her telepathic whispers wove through the dark, salt-tinged air, painting vivid visions of fiery comets and luminous orbits.
"Give me what I want, and I will give you what you want." She whispered, and though she tilted one hand between them to take just as he had last time, it wouldn't take a telepath to know that what Safrin wanted just now was more than the touch of the captain's hand against hers.
A sly smile played at her lips as she let her hand rest gently against his chest. No Jack might not be a hero, but therein lay his charm, the nuance of it made all the more clear in moments such as this. "I can give you a way to mask yourself on Starfall, so that even the void flora and fauna come to see you as one of their own—a friend, rather than an enemy."
Gently, with a languid deliberation, Safrin lifted her chin, her knees sliding slowly against the outside of Jack's thighs. In that moment, her mind opened like a vast cosmos before him, tempered by a barrier that would allow him to drift through it all without being swallowed by the enormity of it. Within her, entire galaxies swirled—a nebula of passion and pleasure waiting to be explored. Jack would almost feel the pulse of countless stars, each one a spark of desire, ready to ignite if only he agreed to the universe she offered. Her telepathic whispers wove through the dark, salt-tinged air, painting vivid visions of fiery comets and luminous orbits.
"Give me what I want, and I will give you what you want." She whispered, and though she tilted one hand between them to take just as he had last time, it wouldn't take a telepath to know that what Safrin wanted just now was more than the touch of the captain's hand against hers.
'till you do. 'till it's true.
