am I stitching up seams, or pulling on triggers?

JACK

Almost without his permission, Jack leans into the idle stroke of her fingers against his bare skin, head tilting further as if to encourage the touch up and against the back of his neck as well as trickling down his spine. His pulse has settled into something steady again now, and while more than one part of him knows the routine after this - get up, get dressed, get to work, as had been the case even when they'd been more to each other than this - the rest of him holds fast.

The thought that rises to the surface of Flora's mind is stark enough that no amount of playing it down will fully erase it from the captain's memory, and though he does shift, it's only enough to prop an elbow beneath him. "I didn't grow flowers for you for nothin'," he confirms with a smirk - that's a yes, he's still going. "Why bother leavin', though? Sail up with The Ark. We're goin' to the same place."

It all sounds frighteningly reasonable, which is what makes it so dangerous, of course, Jack gesturing to the door. "I can relay an order in a few seconds to get us in the air."

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

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!