i'm the storm your mama warned you about

JACK

hellraiser
risk taker

They can discuss the bolthole and its various impacts on Jack's life later - for right now he'd like to add another memory to it, one that will leave its mark on their shared past far more than any of the other times he's holed up here. The Ark drops her clothes and the Captain has just enough time to wedge a small chair under the door (y'know, since the lock sustained some accidental damage unrelated to either of them) before she's closing the distance between them again, his warm hands grasping her close, his kiss as impatient and demanding as her own.

Moaning something rough and approving into her mouth as she rises against him, Jack steps further into the room, into her space, until her back meets one of the walls. One hand skims lower, squeezing her ass and sweeping beneath her thigh to lift her leg against his hips, leaving them frustratingly wanting thanks to the suddenly confining fabric of his pants. His free hand follows the hourglass of her waist up to one perfect, peaked breast, squeezing as if to encourage her already to let the rest of Torchline where they are and what they're up to.

full speed ahead
'til i'm dead in the fast lane