the person that you'd take a bullet for is behind the trigger

JACK

Once Jack might have raised his eyebrows as he realises the trajectory of her hands that aren't on his body, however briefly. But fuck it, he doesn't care either what's true tonight, and as Flora's thoughts crash into and drown his magic until he's choking on her need, that's all the truth he's interested in anyway. "I'll make you feel better than good," he mutters into her mouth like a vow, his fingers roughly tugging at the loosened corset just enough to get it free, to bare her breasts to the cool air and his warm touch.

His lips drift from her own now, and he'll fix whatever makeup he's smeared later, the captain nosing his way beneath her jaw to kiss and mark the smooth column of her neck. One hand glides against her outer thigh where it hooks around his hips, hitching her closer as if to seize on those waves of fire that radiate from her and claim them for his own, grinding into the heat of her. The other sweeps beneath one of her breasts, squeezing, and as he draws back Jack is left panting and near mad with lust - a perfect reflection of her internal thoughts.

"Fuck, I've missed you," he hisses into the dark, nipping at her lower lip and spending a second or two just letting the moment hang there, suspended like one of the dozens of lanterns strung through the branches overhead.

And Flora will never know that it's true.

fight so dirty but you love so sweet
talk so pretty but your heart got teeth

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!