am I stitching up seams, or pulling on triggers?

JACK

"No one has ever earned this look from me," Jack replies, the words easy as they are true, as the ring on Flora's finger will attest. "Only you." He tosses his belt to one side, kicks off his boots and unbuttons his pants, all the while mapping every wicked movement of her hands, the way she teases herself, teases them both, without ever giving them satisfaction.

Letting out a sigh that's all restraint, when at last the captain is wearing little more than scars and ink and jewellery, he prowls forward to claim her on the bed. Which is when Kaisel catches like a burr in Flora's mind - and in turn, Jack's - and it's with an unimpressed curl to his lips that he tilts her chin up to meet his gaze, his other arm braced above her near the headboard. "I'm gonna fuck that name right outta your mind for good, I swear," he half growls.

Then he's kissing her again, wild and full of need, sinking his full weight down onto her in the bed and reaching to arch her back up against him, where she'll be able to feel the full, hard press of his cock against the lace of her lingerie.

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

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!