all islands in a common sea

JACK

Flora's thoughts are like a drug when they get like this, flush with heat and sparing no expense when it comes to sordid details or sexual creativity. Perhaps that's why Jack had been so quick to step aboard The Sugar Tide, eager for another taste after having her again so recently. He steps into the distance she creates as she hitches herself up onto the counter, leaning back just enough for her to discard her sweater, before swarming back into her space.

Encouraging her legs to wrap around his waist, already his arousal will be obvious pressed against her inner thigh, the captain's lips dragging from her own just long enough for a sip of air, before his kisses migrate down to her neck and collarbones. Gently pinching at one nipple with fingers suddenly charged with static, the smile that forms on Jack's lips is all debauchery and satisfaction, spurred on by the cinematic trailer of positions they might try out in the small space.

Alas, the bedroom is the only part of this little cabin he's not had the pleasure of seeing properly, and so - roughly shrugging off his coat first - he soon sweeps her off the counter and down the short hallway, hands dropping to the curve of her ass to support the journey there.

you're the last of a dying breed; write our names in the wet concrete
I wonder if your therapist knows everything about me

Code stolen from Queen Sky