i see nothing better, i'll keep him forever, like a vendetta
The Ark doesn’t waste time on either of their shirts. There are nights when she wants every inch of Jack uncovered, when pleasure is something to be drawn out until she’s drenched in every sensation he can give her, but this isn’t one of them. This is hunger stripped of ceremony, an itch sharpened by hours of promises and possessive touches until everything else has become scenery. "I’d drag you into the sea myself if you hadn’t been green a few hours ago," she tells him with a cunning smile, breath catching as his mouth works along her neck. The thought of having him in the water still opens something vast and aching inside her, but she won’t gamble with an infection the fountain has only just washed away. This cramped booth will serve perfectly well, especially with the Arclight spread before them and Jack hot against her back.
She turns beneath his hands and braces herself against the serving hatch, drinking in the glittering reach of the sea even as the shores of her thoughts crowd with him. Every kiss, every drag of his fingers, every inch of pressure behind her sends another wave breaking through her mind, until there is scarcely room for anything beyond the shape of what she wants. The Ark pushes her hips back against the hard line of him beneath his clothes, deliberately grinding into him as a warm breath spills from her lips. "Gods, I want you to fuck me, Jack."
One hand remains planted against the counter while the other slips between her thighs, ghosting a finger across her clit and letting the answering rush flare freely against his magic. She knows he will feel the ricochet of it as clearly as she does, knows exactly what pouring that pleasure into his mind will do to whatever restraint he has left, and the smile curving against her next breath is pure provocation.
She turns beneath his hands and braces herself against the serving hatch, drinking in the glittering reach of the sea even as the shores of her thoughts crowd with him. Every kiss, every drag of his fingers, every inch of pressure behind her sends another wave breaking through her mind, until there is scarcely room for anything beyond the shape of what she wants. The Ark pushes her hips back against the hard line of him beneath his clothes, deliberately grinding into him as a warm breath spills from her lips. "Gods, I want you to fuck me, Jack."
One hand remains planted against the counter while the other slips between her thighs, ghosting a finger across her clit and letting the answering rush flare freely against his magic. She knows he will feel the ricochet of it as clearly as she does, knows exactly what pouring that pleasure into his mind will do to whatever restraint he has left, and the smile curving against her next breath is pure provocation.
i see how this is gonna go, touch me and you'll never be alone
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.
