i see nothing better, i'll keep him forever, like a vendetta
The scrap of humour still clinging to Jack’s voice feels almost like a challenge, and The Ark answers it by abandoning any pretence of merely holding herself steady. She drives herself back into him with every movement, meeting his force with her own until the booth shudders around them and the world beyond the serving hatch breaks apart into flashes of white sand, hard sunlight, and the glittering Arclight. If he has enough thought left to be clever, then she clearly hasn’t demanded enough of him yet.
With his hand taking over the pleasure between her thighs, she reaches back and hooks her arm around his shoulders, pulling him closer until his chest is locked against her back. Her fingers plunge into his freshly cut hair and close hard, testing the length they had so carefully chosen and dragging sharply enough to make her approval unmistakable. He needs no encouragement, but she gives it to him anyway, matching him with a hunger that turns every collision between them into another declaration of ownership over the city waiting outside.
Something immense begins to move beneath the dark waters of her mind. It has been stirring there since the fountain, gathering mass through every promise and stolen touch, but now it rises like a leviathan from the depths, displacing everything in its path. Sensation sparks along the insides of her thighs and tightens through her body until her toes curl inside her boots, the pleasure climbing too quickly for any thought to remain coherent beyond Jack.
She doesn’t waste her breath telling him to continue when he can feel exactly how close she is. Instead, his name leaves her again, broken open by a moan as her back arches against him. The Ark shifts her hips with ruthless precision, finding the angle that sends the last of her restraint scattering, and the sound torn from her carries through the open hatch toward the beach as she waits for his expert guidance to send her directly into this particular storm rather than away from it.
With his hand taking over the pleasure between her thighs, she reaches back and hooks her arm around his shoulders, pulling him closer until his chest is locked against her back. Her fingers plunge into his freshly cut hair and close hard, testing the length they had so carefully chosen and dragging sharply enough to make her approval unmistakable. He needs no encouragement, but she gives it to him anyway, matching him with a hunger that turns every collision between them into another declaration of ownership over the city waiting outside.
Something immense begins to move beneath the dark waters of her mind. It has been stirring there since the fountain, gathering mass through every promise and stolen touch, but now it rises like a leviathan from the depths, displacing everything in its path. Sensation sparks along the insides of her thighs and tightens through her body until her toes curl inside her boots, the pleasure climbing too quickly for any thought to remain coherent beyond Jack.
She doesn’t waste her breath telling him to continue when he can feel exactly how close she is. Instead, his name leaves her again, broken open by a moan as her back arches against him. The Ark shifts her hips with ruthless precision, finding the angle that sends the last of her restraint scattering, and the sound torn from her carries through the open hatch toward the beach as she waits for his expert guidance to send her directly into this particular storm rather than away from it.
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.
