JACK
"You can shove your hands wherever you like so long as you keep thinkin' such nice things about me," Jack purrs, smiling in earnest now despite himself, his lips reaching the mark he'd already left against her neck some days before, claiming it again before it has a chance to fade.
It's at that point that Flora begins to paint a picture of their time together for him, and the captain's hands are already moving to bring the image to life. The heat of her desire floods through him like the scorching warmth of the sun on a Longheat afternoon, prickling across his skin and catching low in his belly. He sees their acrobatics in her minds eye, feels the need that drives them and, with a breathless laugh, he's all too pleased to acquiesce.
His hands graze further along her sides, gathering the soft chambray and simultaneously pushing it back, as if to unwrap Flora like a present. And gods, she always knows how to make herself irresistible; even if her thoughts weren't already driving him wild, the criss-cross of lace and satin and straps are enough to have his fingers itch to tear it away. Instead, he schools himself if only for now, surging forward to capture her mouth anew and pull her flush against his body.
Clutching her close, the distance between the desk and his bed is minimal, such that he really can toss her onto the sheets in a movement that feels almost practiced. He doesn't follow instantly, though, blue eyes molten as they rake across her body, his hands dropping to his belt to finish undressing.
It's at that point that Flora begins to paint a picture of their time together for him, and the captain's hands are already moving to bring the image to life. The heat of her desire floods through him like the scorching warmth of the sun on a Longheat afternoon, prickling across his skin and catching low in his belly. He sees their acrobatics in her minds eye, feels the need that drives them and, with a breathless laugh, he's all too pleased to acquiesce.
His hands graze further along her sides, gathering the soft chambray and simultaneously pushing it back, as if to unwrap Flora like a present. And gods, she always knows how to make herself irresistible; even if her thoughts weren't already driving him wild, the criss-cross of lace and satin and straps are enough to have his fingers itch to tear it away. Instead, he schools himself if only for now, surging forward to capture her mouth anew and pull her flush against his body.
Clutching her close, the distance between the desk and his bed is minimal, such that he really can toss her onto the sheets in a movement that feels almost practiced. He doesn't follow instantly, though, blue eyes molten as they rake across her body, his hands dropping to his belt to finish undressing.
fight so dirty but you love so sweet
talk so pretty but your heart got teeth
talk so pretty but your heart got teeth
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
