JACK
hellraiser
risk taker
risk taker
Jack takes the kiss she offers to him with as much passion and propriety as expected, their lips and bodies crashing together now in an act of near violence. He neither notices nor cares as a rogue tide blasts the door open and threatens to wash away any listeners - and now spectators, too busy allowing the low, deep pull of her climax to start to swamp his mind. The Captain's hand has found the ample curve of her ass, guiding each deep thrust and sensuous roll of her hips until gods - gods - it all unravels completely.
His breath freezes in his lungs (almost literally, it feels like) as her orgasm first crests and breaks like a wave at high tide, fingers flinching hard enough to leave small crescents in her soft flesh. The elbow that had been holding him up buckles to leave him sinking back into the bed, hips rising and bucking with each subsequent peak of ecstasy, until it almost gets too much.
His lungs burning, Jack finally remembers to breathe only when the world starts to fog at the edges. And whilst he might have once resented the idea of being caught vulnerable - magic swamped and singed at the edges, mind gloriously blank - with an open door into Kaiholo only feet away, suffice to say he doesn't have it in him to care right now. Reaching up to tangle his hand in the back of her red tresses, he tugs The Ark down against his waiting lips only when he thinks he can kiss her without falling unconscious.
His breath freezes in his lungs (almost literally, it feels like) as her orgasm first crests and breaks like a wave at high tide, fingers flinching hard enough to leave small crescents in her soft flesh. The elbow that had been holding him up buckles to leave him sinking back into the bed, hips rising and bucking with each subsequent peak of ecstasy, until it almost gets too much.
His lungs burning, Jack finally remembers to breathe only when the world starts to fog at the edges. And whilst he might have once resented the idea of being caught vulnerable - magic swamped and singed at the edges, mind gloriously blank - with an open door into Kaiholo only feet away, suffice to say he doesn't have it in him to care right now. Reaching up to tangle his hand in the back of her red tresses, he tugs The Ark down against his waiting lips only when he thinks he can kiss her without falling unconscious.
full speed ahead
'til i'm dead in the fast lane
'til i'm dead in the fast lane
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
