[SE] can't stop chasin' you

candlewax & polaroids on the hardwood floor

Flora's mind is an open ocean, wild and untamed, the currents dragging her under and throwing her back to the surface in dizzying succession. I'm what? Jack had asked, and gods if she was capable of doing more than moan, she'd have said that he was everything. The storm that rages and churns her into chaos, the dark, roiling waves that pull her under until she’s gasping for breath, the rough seas that threaten to break her apart. But he is also the ship that rides it all out, the anchor that keeps her from being lost to the abyss, the steady warmth against her spine that promises safe harbour even when the world turns cold. He was the man she loved with reckless abandon, the one she wanted above all else.

"Jack—" His name is a whisper against the whirlwind of heat rising up through her belly, her lips forming it around a shuddering moan as her body trembles as the pleasure crests higher, sharp and relentless with every snap of his hips.

Flora can’t feel Jack's magic, of course; can’t hear what he’s plucking from the minds outside, but she doesn’t need to. She knows him, knows how he thrives on the audacity of this moment just as much as she does, knows the way his attention flickers and sharpens when he’s listening. And gods—gods—that means there are people out there watching.

The thought alone sends a molten thrill racing down her spine, pooling hot and reckless in her belly. "How many would rather watch? And how many think they could replace one of us?" A slow, wicked grin tugs at her lips as she imagines it—how many wanted to know what it would feel like to have Jack's strong hands touching every inch of them as he fucked them hard and fast, versus how many would rather have their way with the queen, their own hand free to roam?—though the thoughts falter almost immediately as she reaches between her legs, her fingers brushing over her clit—and fuck—she’s right there, drowning in the storm of him.

JACK

Everything is enough to sweep through him entirely, seizing him in the rush and buck and sway of Flora's thoughts until they threaten to consume him in full. Add in the drip of molten, wicked pleasure at knowing they've been found out - and they absolutely are being watched, even if those passing by want to be covert about it - and Jack's willpower is already threatening to crack.

"Most of 'em want to fuck you," he pants, the words forming around a sly smile; probably not something that will surprise Flora. "But some would rather be you. A few wish they were the counter." Breathlessly said around a laugh, the captain can't say he blames them either, though as her hand sneaks between her thights and that first hit of near ecstasy richochets back and into him, his magic hones right back in on her and her alone.

Releasing Flora's hair if only so he might grip her hips with both hands, a few sparks crackle between Jack's fingers without his permission, but he doesn't have the sense to notice. "Cum for me," he urges, the words a rough whisper interrupted by the slap of skin. "Let them all hear it."

fight so dirty but you love so sweet
talk so pretty but your heart got teeth

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!

candlewax & polaroids on the hardwood floor

Flora doesn’t have magic the way Jack does, but that doesn't mean she's without unbidden tricks of her own. And so, between the rough snap of Jack’s hips, the searing drag of pleasure coiling so tightly inside her she thinks she might shatter from it, she prays to Frey.

Let him feel this.

Let him feel what she feels. Not just the flickering bursts of colour in her mind that his magic plucks up like scattered pearls in the tide, but the way pleasure crashes through her like a rogue wave, the way it pulls her under and strips her bare and leaves her breathless and panting, lost and found all at once. Let him know what it is to be her in this moment, drowning in him, because he is everything and gods she needs him to know it somehow.

Pleasure crashes through her, bright and blinding, setting every nerve alight as she clenches hard around him. Her moan is ragged, desperate, shattering in the air as her body trembles with the force of it. Heat pools and spreads, as her vision whites out like sunlight hitting the sea at the perfect angle, and she screams out his name loud enough to have a cluster of hels taking off from a nearby branch.

Somewhere, beneath the tidal wave of sensation, she holds her breath to see if Jack will be able to feel her—not just in the way he always has—but all the way deep down so that if just for this moment, he can drown in her the way she always, always drowns in him.

The answer comes not in words but in sensation—a ripple through the air, thick as honey and warm as a lover’s breath against flushed skin. Frey’s presence slips between them like smoke, curling, coaxing, deepening. The world tilts, the line between them dissolving, pleasure no longer confined to one body but stretching, unfurling, sharing.

Jack will feel it then—not just the way Flora clenches around him, but the way the pleasure flares in her, the way it unfurls like a sunrise spilling over dark waters, the way it claims her from the inside out; an implosion rather than the more familiar feeling of expulsion that he might be used to. 

Should Jack try and pry into Frey's mind he'll find nothing but soft edges and kaleidoscopic fragments that reflect his pleasure and his ego back onto him.

JACK

Jack does not try to pry into Frey's mind; the deity's presence coats him like heavy treacle that's somehow too quick to stop, setting his every nerve on fire with Flora's ecstasy. Aware of what's happening only as it actually happens, by that point there's no stopping it, no giving a name to the feeling, and the captain cums harder than he thinks he ever has in his life.

Burying himself hard and deep into Flora with enough force to have her hips bruising against the counter and his fingernails leaving clear crescents in her flesh, Jack's rough voice joins her own in wordless pleasure that leaves him spent and impossibly adrift. One of his hands releases her to catch himself - just - on the surface of the counter, the captain breathing hard, his heart rabbiting in his chest as pulse after pulse of bliss seizes through his mind and body.

Not for the first time does the force of Flora's climax have him feeling as if the edges of his magic have been left singed and reeling, but this goes far beyond even that; all but collapsing against her, Jack can do little more than pant for breath and try to grab at his scattered senses, utterly at her mercy.

fight so dirty but you love so sweet
talk so pretty but your heart got teeth

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!

candlewax & polaroids on the hardwood floor

Flora doesn’t have time to brace for it—not really. One moment she’s cresting the peak of pleasure, teetering on the edge, and the next it’s crashing through her like a tidal wave, sharp and merciless in its intensity. It’s too much, it’s perfect, it’s pleasure turned divine, rolling through her in a way that leaves her raw and exposed, stripped bare and utterly, utterly consumed.

Her body seizes, locks, then shatters apart all at once. Her back arches like a bow pulled tight, fingers slipping against the counter as her legs threaten to give way beneath her. Heat spills through her like molten gold, licking up her spine and unfurling through every inch of her skin. It’s bright—too bright—like staring directly into the sun at midday, but gods, she can’t look away, can’t close herself off from it, can’t do anything but feel.

Jack slams into her, drives himself deep, and though she should feel the bruising force of it, the sharp bite of his fingers against her flesh, all she registers is the way he fills her completely, the way her body writhes and clenches, taking him in as though she was made for this; made for him. Somewhere, in the wild, dizzying mess of sensation, she wants to twist in his arms, wants to look him in the eye, wants to beg him to be hers forever. But she can’t—won’t—because another part of her is too greedy, too fixated on this feeling, riding it out as long and hard as she can.

Her moan is wrecked, shaking, more a desperate cry than a coherent sound, her vision white-hot and sparkling at the edges, a dizzying mix of stars and salt and the deep, endless blue of an ocean she’s drowning in. And she wants to drown in it. Wants to sink into the feeling, to let it take her under, to let it leave her breathless and weightless and floating in the wreckage of what she'd previously considered to be her best orgasm ever.

A slow, satisfied smile tugs at her lips, lazy and languid, even as she finally, finally starts to come down from it all. "Shower," she murmurs after a moment, voice thick and drowsy with pleasure. "Then bed."

JACK

"That's all you've got to say?" Jack's voice is hoarse, the words slow as if he's got to think hard about them to get them in the right order, the captain's arm trembling as he pushes against the counter to gingerly straighten up. The morning sunlight feels cold and drab compared to the heights of sensation he's just reached, the colour of the sea beyond the window seeming a tired, pointless blue rather than the jewelled vibrance he's used to.

Still panting for breath as he carefully releases the Doubletake and steps back, to say that Jack is unsteady on his feet is an understatement, and he scrubs a hand across his face as if it might help. "A bath," he corrects, having no intention of staying standing for even a moment longer than he has to. "Then bed." To hell with their half finished baking - it will still be there when they get back.

Already shedding his clothes - the little he'd pulled on before coming downstairs - as he pads up towards the bathroom, Flora will find Jack strangely subdued, like a man unexpectedly woken from a deep sleep and left in a daze. He's at least still able to remember how to work taps, though, and the sound of running water and the scent of lavender and ylang-ylang soon fill the air, beckoning her to join him.

~FIN

fight so dirty but you love so sweet
talk so pretty but your heart got teeth

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!