I dreamed about it in the dark

JACK

It's a good thing that Jack doesn't have any pretense in mind; swamped by even this small fraction of the goddess's psyche, he's greedy for every scrap of it he can lay claim to without it burning through his body and magic. Her body presses against his own - already very much standing to attention even before her thighs lock around his waist. Rough hands lay claim to perfect curves, roaming over lace and silk and soft skin as if to see what might cause those nebulae to shiver with colour, what might make those stars sing.

Gods, he might have said, or even thought, but that in itself doesn't really do justice to it. Because it isn't the gods - it's just one, her touch like the sun and her voice like the cosmos collapsing into itself.

"I don't reckon anyone can have you," he breathes into the fraction of space between their lips. "But I'll get as close as I can."

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!