dazing in the dark

JACK

Jack feels the crest of her pleasure like an undertow yanking him below the surface, and though he's able to sense it - to sense her - coming from the balls of his feet all the way to his fingertips, when that wave does break it still takes most of his sense along with it. He plunges willingly into the depths of her undoing, her fingers clasping his jaw and with salt on his tongue and the whole of the Arclight in her eyes. The sound of their breath is more like the roar of the tide coming in, the perfect bow of her body stretched taut and unyielding beneath his hands.

If asked, he'd be at pains to say where The Ark ends and he begins for a few seconds, the whipcrack of his own climax like an afterthought punctuated only by the crash of his mouth against hers. And while ice is usually the predominant element to accompany the loss of the Captain's control, tonight it's air charged with static and a gale that tears around the cabin, humidity and pressure colliding to create a localised tempest between them.

He catches himself on one arm braced above her, bicep trembling with the effort not to buckle onto her completely, chest heaving and the world little more than a vague and unimportant thing that belongs outside the perimeters of his attention.

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!