the next best thing will do

JACK

Whatever reservations Jack might have had about his dalliance with the priestess (none of them concerned with his faith to Safrin, thanks), they're burned away with a combination of hard liquor and the pulse of Charlie's thoughts like a second heartbeat nestled against his own. There's no doubt there, no undercurrent of what if or worry or youthful uncertainty, and with her eager self-assurance of the pleasure to come for them both, Jack settles between her thighs as if he was always meant to be there.

With a final flick of his tongue against her own, he draws back just enough for her to be able to unbutton his pants, a feat she'll find increasingly difficult with the firm outline of his cock already straining for release. Rather than surging forward, though, Charlie will find a warm, calloused hand against her chest and throat, pushing her back roughly enough to suggest pain whilst remaining, for now, on the right side of passion.

"I said I'd show you, didn't I?" Smirking, his free hand slips further beneath the skirt she's already hitched up, hooking around her underwear to draw them down. He follows their trajectory, mouth hot against the inside of her knee as he tugs them away and drops them to the ground.

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

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!