JACK
Flora's mind drifts and Jack's, in comparison, is utterly and blessedly blank of all but the most vibrant sparks of her thoughts, leaving him feeling untethered but strangely grounded all at once. He smirks against her throat at the warning he can feel rising to the surface even before it leaves her lips, the captain loosening his grip on her just enough that when she collapses into the blankets, she takes him along as well, leaving them both sprawled in the plush sheets.
His hands are more than a mere echo on her body, calloused fingertips strumming up the side of her body while his other arm tucks beneath the pillow supporting her head; evidently Jack has no intention of trying to totter around belowdeck right now either. "I rate that as good as the Greatwood, if not better," he mutters, voice rough and still fairly distracted.
His hands are more than a mere echo on her body, calloused fingertips strumming up the side of her body while his other arm tucks beneath the pillow supporting her head; evidently Jack has no intention of trying to totter around belowdeck right now either. "I rate that as good as the Greatwood, if not better," he mutters, voice rough and still fairly distracted.
you're the last of a dying breed; write our names in the wet concrete
I wonder if your therapist knows everything about me
I wonder if your therapist knows everything about me
Code stolen from Queen Sky
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
