JACK
It's maddening, the tight pressure of her all around him, and Jack is forced back from her soft kisses to breathe through it, his forehead pressed against her own. His eyes have flickered shut, overwhelmed by the scattering of her thoughts, the way pain gives way to the sort of pleasure that feels raw and right and overwhelming, and gods it would be embarrassing to let it carry him into ecstasy this soon, but it's a close fucking thing.
Instead, as if to clutch back what's left of his senses, he meets her lips again in a kiss aimed to ground rather than distract. One hand slips beneath the smooth arch of her back, the other braced over her head, and though it feels like sailing through waves that might swallow them whole, his hips rock forward into her. Gentle in a way that's anathema to all that the Captain is, he knows already that it won't be like this for long.
The Ark will be insatiable, of that he's fairly certain, and this is merely the first crest of pleasure into something dark and hungry that they can repeat as often as she likes. For now though, Jack holds as steady as he can despite the choppiness of the waves around the ship returning. This time, though, he's the one responsible for it, every thrust sending eddies of water out into the Arclight to be swallowed by the deeper tide.
Instead, as if to clutch back what's left of his senses, he meets her lips again in a kiss aimed to ground rather than distract. One hand slips beneath the smooth arch of her back, the other braced over her head, and though it feels like sailing through waves that might swallow them whole, his hips rock forward into her. Gentle in a way that's anathema to all that the Captain is, he knows already that it won't be like this for long.
The Ark will be insatiable, of that he's fairly certain, and this is merely the first crest of pleasure into something dark and hungry that they can repeat as often as she likes. For now though, Jack holds as steady as he can despite the choppiness of the waves around the ship returning. This time, though, he's the one responsible for it, every thrust sending eddies of water out into the Arclight to be swallowed by the deeper tide.
you're the last of a dying breed; write our names in the wet concrete
I wonder if your therapist knows everything about me
I wonder if your therapist knows everything about me
Code stolen from Queen Sky
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
