am I stitching up seams, or pulling on triggers?

JACK

"Actually," Jack says, a little breathless as he parts only slightly from her waiting mouth, his lips curling into something devilishly pleased, "I think you'll find this is the first time I've ever gotten you flowers." It seems somehow fitting that it's in the form of a banner streaming from The Ark's mast - and no, the ink on his skin doesn't count before you say it, Flora.

Still, as her memories flood with the other things they've done in this cabin, on this desk and against these walls, his hands move greedily against her outer thighs and her hips, eyes dropping to the perfect slope of her breasts she's put on display just for him. "If I wanted you to go you know full well you'd already be gone," he rumbles, the words framed around the smile still on his lips, and as she shifts forward his hands corset around her waist, keeping her pinned flush against his growing arousal.

"Instead, what if we make one of those fantasies into somethin' you can remember later?" he proposes, dragging his lips against the soft curve of her jaw, trailing phantom kisses towards her neck. "Think of the one you like best. See what happens."

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

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!