I dreamed about it in the dark

JACK

"I didn't say that," Jack points out with a crooked grin, though there's something like relief that floods through him to know that the gods are continuing to work their machinations in the background, that the Deimos' and Hadamas (and, yes, Vespers) of the world are still out there, trying to spearhead the impossible. It's enough to let Jack pull his own selfish, vengeful strings, and if that gives them all the same happy ending? Where's the harm?

The goddess's hand feels like fire against his chest, her every touch threatening to set him ablaze like dry kindling on a Longheat afternoon, and he can taste the temptation in her mind as it unfolds, promising the sort of pleasure that goes beyond dreams or imagination. "That'd work quite well for what I have planned," he agrees, almost breathless with the way Safrin's mind coils around his own.

The pulse of starlight vibrates through his body to the beat of his own heart, and though Jack's hand slips between them to clasp her soft, supple fingers, there's a devilish smile on his lips. "It's a deal," he whispers, reaching out to touch his mind to her own and leaning in to seal the agreement with the hungry press of his lips.

we've gone way too fast for way too long
and we were never supposed to make it half this far

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!