the next best thing will do

JACK

Her mind goes off like a lightshow against his magic, flaring prettily and then dimming, only to bloom again just as the darkness grows deep enough to drown in. Already long past sober, Jack lets it flood through him without reservation, his blue eyes lifting just in time to meet Charlie's gaze from between her thighs, her tail coiled about him like he's the one caught in her web.

"My pleasure," he rumbles, and as she'll soon find out, it really, truly is. Taking a few moments to enjoy the play of lace and firelight across her curves as she tugs off her sweater, with that image - along with all the other scenarios Charlie might be imagining at that moment - branded into his mind, Jack's kisses migrate along the inside of her thigh, slow and hot and teasing.

It's suggestion enough that he might take his time with the preamble, before the Captain is suddenly sweeping forward, hooking her legs further around his shoulders to surge in and taste her heat. His tongue is as clever here as it had been against her mouth, hands guiding her hips to roll against him, leaving it to Charlie to choose how quickly she wants to come undone.

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

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!