i'm the storm your mama warned you about

JACK

hellraiser
risk taker

"Took the words right outta my mouth, love," Jack says with a hitch of breath as she begins to move, his head tipping back ever so slightly into the pillows as if to give himself over to sensation and to the arch and shift of both of their bodies. The Ark is a fiery shadow overhead, serenading him with voice and lascivious thought, and even without magic she'd be enough to undo any man's senses. With it, though, she's like desire made flesh.

He's distantly aware of the way people have paused at the mouth of the alleyway (or even closer) to hear her dark moans of enjoyment or to sense the strange and ethereal imprint she leaves in her wake. In almost possessive response, Jack's hands drop to her hips and thighs, squeezing and encouraging the rhythm of her body as she leans in closer. There's no pause for breath, no moment to consider anything but what is already starting to simmer between them, and the Captain shifts enough to get an elbow beneath him, bringing his mouth tantalisingly close to her full lips.

"You gonna let everyone know you're in here?" he wonders, half jealous and half enjoying it. "And just who's gettin' you off?"

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