JACK
His breath catches as the sharp lance of pleasure crackles through Flora, Jack's lips parting around a stuttered moan of surprise that soon kicks up the corner of his mouth in a smug smile. "Just like that, love," he purrs, before as vocal as they suddenly are (it's new for both of them and not at all unpleasant for Jack, as it happens), actions start to speak much louder than words.
He feels the peak of her orgasm like it's something he can reach out and hold tight, the captain watching with hungry eyes as Flora starts to come apart at the seams, as what's rational is replaced by impatience and raw need. "Gods, like that--" he growls, half biting back the words if only because there's only so much breath left in his lungs. And as Flora breaks around him, as always, Jack is dragged along in the undertow, his hips slamming hard into her, his grip tight enough to bruise.
Already toppling forward even as Flora reaches for him, one arm is forced to reach out and brace over her head if only to stop from crumpling down onto her entirely - not that he suspects she'd mind. He rides each wave of their collective climax with fingers long gone numb and the liquor bottle on his desk cracking with the way the liquid inside has frozen solid - something he won't notice for some time, unfortunately.
He feels the peak of her orgasm like it's something he can reach out and hold tight, the captain watching with hungry eyes as Flora starts to come apart at the seams, as what's rational is replaced by impatience and raw need. "Gods, like that--" he growls, half biting back the words if only because there's only so much breath left in his lungs. And as Flora breaks around him, as always, Jack is dragged along in the undertow, his hips slamming hard into her, his grip tight enough to bruise.
Already toppling forward even as Flora reaches for him, one arm is forced to reach out and brace over her head if only to stop from crumpling down onto her entirely - not that he suspects she'd mind. He rides each wave of their collective climax with fingers long gone numb and the liquor bottle on his desk cracking with the way the liquid inside has frozen solid - something he won't notice for some time, unfortunately.
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!
