am I stitching up seams, or pulling on triggers?

JACK

"No, I understand that now," Jack agrees with a scoff. "Though I'd argue that no forest is like the Greatwood, so I dunno if I can stay I've still been in the regular ol' woods." His tone is quietly provocative, as if knowing already that Flora is likely to jump to the Greatwood's defence at the slightest hint of criticism about it. As for the big milestones in their relationship being surrounded by trees, he can't help but snort. "It didn't end there, though," he points out.

Shivering almost imperceptibly as her nails prick across his bare chest, his own fingers stray down against her hips, threatening to dip lower. "Always here to help, love," he rumbles, smirking unrepentantly about it. "I reckon you'd have gotten there in the end though." And her naked body pressed against his own and the riotous thoughts that gather in her mind would have done it even without her input.

"I would," he agrees, before her next words tumble out and Jack blinks down at her with a puzzled expression. "You made me a room in your house?" he asks quietly, the follow-up question already locked and loaded in his tone: why?

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

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!