dazing in the dark

JACK

"Are they?" Jack murmurs with the raise of a brow, one hand lingering against her side while the other plucks at buttons like they're nothing, unfastening them one after another in a slow line. "Maybe I've been too hasty with my judgement. Should I go see a shipwright come Flowerbirth?" The humour is a performance very few get to provoke in him, and for The Ark it's as easy as breathing, though he'd be lying if he said it didn't come with a healthy dose of teasing beneath the surface. They can both be possessive - in fact, in his experience thus far, she is the more dangerous of the two of them in that respect.

Her shirt flutters open and Jack inches closer until the ground she refuses to give presses their bodies against one another, his lips whispering kisses against the side of her neck with each word that leaves them. "You got it, love."

His hands sweep down and beneath her thighs in a smooth motion, Jack hoisting her up at the same time as he surges forward to his bunk. He neither knows nor cares if anything is knocked or broken in the process (don't worry, he will later), focused only on the kiss he takes from her mouth, the smoke and liquor taste of her, the way he swears he can feel the ship list with the movement.

no more than I was or than I want to be
when you fall on me like night, I wanna kill the lights

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!