all islands in a common sea

JACK

Jack chases her pleasure as if his own is a mere afterthought - and given the way every brush of his magic and every touch of his lips and hands sets the garden of her mind to unfurling, it's little wonder why. He can feel the thunder of his pulse as a distant roar, a vague sensation of breath and heat and muscle screaming for reprieve, but none of it matters as he senses Flora's mounting climax.

Clutching her close against him, the serenade of her voice carrying up the steps and much farther than the Sugar Tide alone, as she finally comes undone in his arms, Jack follows almost instantly. Biting back a curse that ends up escaping as a rough moan against her throat, the hand at her belly slips around to grip at her hip hard enough to leave fingerprint bruises in their wake, Jack nearly toppling them forward as bliss and relief saturate his every thought.

Around them his magic has blown a few trinkets off her shelves or moved keepsakes into new positions, and the waters outside the window might just have grown a little choppier, despite the ship being safely at port. As for Jack, he remembers to breathe a few seconds later, his forehead tilting to rest against Flora's shoulder, though his grip remains tight around her.

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