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

JACK

Were this not in the woods in the middle of the night, were there not a party a few dozen feet away in full swing, were they not both arguably drunk, Jack might have made a point to worship Flora as thoroughly as he ever has done, following that familiar path down between her thighs until she's crying his name into the trees - and then having her as his own. Tonight, though, it's chaos and fire and need, and as her hand drifts towards his belt, he barely creates enough distance between them to allow her to free it from the loops.

Leaning in to claim her lips in another lusty kiss, Jack moans into her mouth as his hand slips down from her breast to finally free himself from the tight constraint of his pants. "You're mine," he whispers, clever fingers hitching her dress further so he can draw her underwear to the side. "All mine," he repeats, fingers tightening around her thigh as he surges forward, pulling her in at the same time to draw her hard onto his waiting cock.

There's no finesse, no taking their time - this is rough and messy and everything Flora's mind has created; with a broken moan against the curve of her jaw, Jack thrusts forward hard, pinning her against the bark of the tree at her back. It's enough leverage, at least, for him to encourage her to lock her legs around his waist, for him to gain a second or two to lose himself in the sweet familiarity of their joining, however much of a mistake it might be.

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

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!