all islands in a common sea

JACK

Jack sees Flora's bedroom without truly registering it - there will be time for that later, if his senses are in any fit state. For now he's busy drowning in the drumbeat of her pulse, in the brush of her lips against the shell of his ear and the tight warmth of her against his waist, creating friction with each and every step. The bed is about as much as he registers before his mouth finds hers again, and when they reach the plush mattress, they fall into it rather than anything more intentional.

Grunting a mix of approval and surprise to be able to press his weight into her so readily against the soft mattress, Jack pushes himself back, panting, for long enough to drag his shirt over his head, though by the time he's done he's left gazing down at Flora with blue eyes smouldering with heat. "Much as I enjoyed the woods, they're nothin' on this view," he mutters, a smirk kicking up the corner of his mouth.

Reaching out with calloused fingers - spark free, this time - he lets his hand wander slowly this time, from the hollow of Flora's throat, down between her breasts and pausing just beyond her navel, where his fingers tease at the hem of her shorts. "Roll over."

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