her fight and fury's fiery, oh but she loves like sleep to the freezing
As they fall weightlessly for a breath into the bed, The Ark grins ferally against Jack’s lips, the sound of her purr caught warm between them. "It’s a good thing you know what you’re doing, then."
She arches into him beneath the sure press of his hand, goosebumps shivering across her skin even as heat starts to unfurl low in her belly, spreading outward until her limbs feel loose and charged beneath him. One hand remains tangled in his hair, holding him close, while the other travels across his shoulders, fingers curling there with greedy insistence.
Her head tips back when his mouth leaves hers, offering up the line of her throat as he traces lower. A distracted laugh slips from her, breathier than she intends it to be. "Rough seas make for good sailors," she murmurs, blue eyes darkening as she arches further into the scrape of his teeth against the black lace. "And if they can’t handle it, they don’t deserve to be aboard."
She arches into him beneath the sure press of his hand, goosebumps shivering across her skin even as heat starts to unfurl low in her belly, spreading outward until her limbs feel loose and charged beneath him. One hand remains tangled in his hair, holding him close, while the other travels across his shoulders, fingers curling there with greedy insistence.
Her head tips back when his mouth leaves hers, offering up the line of her throat as he traces lower. A distracted laugh slips from her, breathier than she intends it to be. "Rough seas make for good sailors," she murmurs, blue eyes darkening as she arches further into the scrape of his teeth against the black lace. "And if they can’t handle it, they don’t deserve to be aboard."
sweet and right and merciful, all but washed in the tide of her breathing
Siren's Wake | After she leaves a space, traces of her presence linger briefly: a faint scent of salt, the sound of distant water, a restless feeling in the chest. People rarely notice it consciously.
