i look fly, i look good

bottom line, we made it out the first time still in love and half alive

The slam of the cabin door and the scuffle of hurried footsteps are familiar rhythms to her; she has felt them countless times through plank and beam. What is new is the way the air inside the cabin seems to tighten the moment they are alone, the heat no longer diffused by open sky but contained and concentrated. When Jack's hands seize her waist and drive her back against the desk, the rush of sensation that follows is immediate and undeniable. His mouth on hers no longer feels foreign; it feels claimed, expected, something she is beginning to believe belongs to her as much as to him. She answers him without hesitation, small, breathy sounds spilling from her throat as his tongue moves against hers, as his hands map her waist and ribs with that practiced certainty of his. 

The silk of her blouse parts under his fingers, and the cool air against her skin only heightens the warmth spreading through her. Each brush of his hand along the lace of her bralette sends a pulse downward, and when she feels the firm press of his arousal against her through the leather of her pants, curiosity overtakes her. Her fingers slide down between them, the flat of her palm pressing against him, testing the heat and hardness there. The sensation is unmistakable, a mirror to the ache building low between her own legs, and the recognition draws a soft, startled exhale from her lips.

She huffs a breath that might have been a laugh if she were not so breathless, eyes dark and bright all at once. "Lesser men have had their hands on me before," she murmurs against his mouth, not in defiance but in simple fact. Her gaze lifts to his, ocean-deep and unwavering, and there is no doubt in her when she continues. "But I’ll only ever be yours." A wicked grin curves her lips as her fingers remain firm against him. "And they all know it."

we didn't die, but no guarantees this time, but fuck it lets do it again

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JACK

Jack's breath hitches automatically as the searing warmth of her hand presses against him, his cock throbbing its complaint of not enough and his hips rolling against the touch quite without his permission. "If they don't know it yet," he adds, the words framed by a sly smile that brushes her full lips, "they're about to." He kisses her again then, hard, pushing the blouse down over her shoulders so his kisses can drift down the pale column of her neck to soft skin and old scars.

He follows the sparks of her curiosity, though, more attuned to her mind, perhaps, than even he had expected to be, the Captain grasping her hips to draw her off the desk and direct her towards his bunk. If nothing else there will be something softer for her to lay back against here than papers and trinkets and liquor bottles, Jack swiftly unfastening the leather of her pants before nudging her to sit.

Only then, of course, does he drop to his knees between her legs, whispering kisses that skim lace and bare flesh alike. "Let me show you what you've really been missin'."

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I wonder if your therapist knows everything about me

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She shivers as he lowers her toward the bunk, her head tipping back, red hair spilling behind her in a bright cascade. The sensations are already more than she has ever felt before, from his hands, his mouth, the way anticipation itself seems to hum beneath her skin. When he undoes the leather at her hips, she smirks down at him, fingers still threaded in his hair, pushing it back from his face. "So this is what you meant about getting undressed quickly," she breathes, a huff of laughter escaping her even as her voice turns husky. "Swimming my ass."

As he drops down before her, her breath quickens immediately, chest rising and falling faster now, the air inside the cabin thick and charged. The ocean of her mind grows rough, thoughts no longer a calm expanse but waves curling and crashing in restless succession. Her toes curl instinctively, knees parting slightly as expectation tightens through her.

"It already feels.." she starts, then trails off, because there are no words that quite match the molten pull gathering low inside her. It is no longer just heat; it is magnetism, a deep, insistent draw that tugs at her core and leaves her exquisitely aware of every inch of herself. The tension is almost unbearable in its sweetness, a coiling promise that something larger is building, something that has not yet crested. She grips his hair a little tighter, not to command but to anchor herself, breath catching as she tries to steady against the sheer intensity of it.

we didn't die, but no guarantees this time, but fuck it lets do it again

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JACK

"Swimming as well," Jack objects, smiling a kiss just above her navel and arching a wicked brow up at her while his hands carefully but confidently peel the leather away from her hips and thighs, until he can discard the pants completely. "Though I can't promise that corset would've survived this far," he adds, eyes closing as her fingers tighten in his hair and the seas of her mind turn rough, turbulent, expectant.

He almost surges back up towards her then, keen to taste her lips anew and see how high he can crest those waves. Almost is as far as it gets, though; Jack doubts he'd really be able to pull himself away even if a fight broke out up on the deck. Instead, warm fingers hook beneath her underwear, tugging them down and tossing them aside. "Just you wait," he purrs, dropping a kiss against the inside of her knee, and nudging her legs apart a little further.

Whether she wants to lay back or to watch is something he leaves entirely in her hands; Jack already knows where he's headed either way, lips almost caressing the inside of her thigh, hands growing gentle, careful in every reverent touch.

you're the last of a dying breed; write our names in the wet concrete
I wonder if your therapist knows everything about me

Code stolen from Queen Sky

bottom line, we made it out the first time still in love and half alive

Being told to just wait feels almost absurd against the turbulence inside her. It's like being told to hold steady in seas whose waves crest higher than her masts, to keep her canvas trimmed while wind howls and currents surge. Still, she tries. Her breathing grows quicker despite herself, shallow rises and falls that echo through her frame; on deck, no doubt Murphy will feel the sudden choppiness beneath her hull.

One hand remains tangled in Jack’s hair, fingers flexing unconsciously, while her other arm braces beneath her so she can watch him map her pale skin. The loss of each layer heightens her awareness rather than diminishing it; cool air kisses skin that had been warmed by leather and satin, and the contrast only sharpens the heat pooling low in her core. When his lips press to the inside of her knee and drift higher along her thigh, she feels herself tremble in such a way that she has to consciously fight to keep still.

The heat there feels almost impossible, molten and insistent, a bright concentration that draws her focus inward until the rest of the world blurs at the edges. Some instinct still half-expects that it might scorch him, that he will recoil from the intensity she feels building there, but he doesn't hesitate and his assurances from earlier keep her from calling a halt if only to keep him safe.

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JACK

The anticipation is like a knife-edge at this point, and though Jack's arousal is also near impossible to ignore, it's flooded out by the pure need rolling out of her, molten and hungry and demanding to be fulfilled. And who is he to deny her anything, especially this, not now that there are no misunderstandings between them to muddy the waters. With a final, almost playful kiss to her inner thigh, Jack finally puts himself to work, hitching her forward to meet his waiting mouth.

He restrains himself for now, braced for this new crackle of sensation to dance along her mind and through his magic like a livewire, tongue little more than a slow flick against her sweet heat. She's an altar he'll kneel at forever if she lets him, he realises, and though the Captain is always uncharacteristically generous in bed, or so say those who have known him both in and out of it, for this it's easier than it's ever been.

Humming a note of approval and encouragement against her, Jack shifts just enough to hitch her legs over his shoulders, tongue teasing against her clit for the first time.

you're the last of a dying breed; write our names in the wet concrete
I wonder if your therapist knows everything about me

Code stolen from Queen Sky

bottom line, we made it out the first time still in love and half alive

When Jack draws her forward, the shift is sudden enough that it steals what little breath she had left. The first real rush of sensation hits her like a breaking wave, sharp and bright and utterly unlike anything she has ever experienced before. She cries out in genuine shock, the sound torn from her without thought or restraint, her fingers tightening convulsively in his hair as her body arches instinctively toward him.

The pleasure is not heat alone now; it's pressure and pulse and rhythm, rolling through her in widening circles that begin low and surge outward, up her spine, through her ribs, into her throat. Beneath them, the hull gives a subtle lurch as if answering her, the sea outside catching some echo of the swell cresting inside her. Her breath comes in broken fragments, chest heaving, eyes wide and unfocused as sensation overtakes language.

"Oh my gods," she pants, the words breathless and full of unvarnished awe. It's not merely that it feels good; it feels immense, like something vast and powerful has opened beneath her and is pulling her deeper. Every careful movement, every shift of warmth against her, sends fresh currents through her body, and the molten fire she once feared now roars greedily, no longer frightening but demanding more. Some instinct buried deep within her tells her this is only the beginning, that the crest has not yet broken, and the promise of that looming wave leaves her trembling, suspended between shock and fierce, hungry anticipation.

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JACK

No, no gods, Jack might have said if his mouth weren't so exquisitely busy. This time it really is just me. He has to brace to steady himself against the gentle rock of the hull despite them being at anchor in a calm sea, fingers grasping her hips and ass a little tighter in case her enthusiasm has them tipping one way or the other. Her pleasure is a high he's determined to chase until the very end, the intensity of it roaring through him in a way that makes the rest of the world shrink to nothing.

It's been a while since Jack has done this and felt like he's a part of it. Don't get him wrong, he can get his kicks at the House of Midnight whenever he wants and he's had no complaints to his knowledge (far from it), but this is different. He comes alive with this, his tongue writing poetry against her clit, his hands greedy for her, and with every breathless sound that leaves her throat he coaxes her that little bit closer to the edge of oblivion, determined to see it through or to pass out trying.

you're the last of a dying breed; write our names in the wet concrete
I wonder if your therapist knows everything about me

Code stolen from Queen Sky

bottom line, we made it out the first time still in love and half alive

Every careful movement Jack makes pulls another surge through her, and the intensity builds faster than she can track it. It is no longer just heat or curiosity or even hunger; it is a gathering force, something coiling tighter and tighter inside her with each breath she drags in. His hands anchoring her hips, the subtle shift of the floorboards beneath him, the rhythm he keeps with quiet certainty, all of it feeds the blaze roaring through her.

At some point her grip in his hair loosens without her noticing. Her hand slides to his shoulder, then slips helplessly to the bed as her body takes over. Her fingers clutch at the sheets, twisting the fabric tight as her back arches from the mattress. Her legs draw up and around him instinctively, holding him there as if she fears being swept away from the epicenter of what he’s building. The sounds that spill from her are raw and unfiltered, not shaped for effect or control; they rise and break from her as honestly as the swell of a storm tide.

The pressure inside her becomes almost unbearable, swelling, tightening, a bright edge she can feel approaching but cannot yet see beyond. Her breath fractures into sharp gasps, and for a heartbeat she feels suspended on the lip of something vast. Her eyes fly open, startled by the magnitude of it, and she cries his name just as the crest breaks.

The release hits like a rolling wave tearing free of its restraint. The pressure that had ballooned in her belly explodes outward in radiant pulses, washing through her limbs, up her spine, into her chest. It feels limitless, like the sea thrown wide under a breaking sky, her thoughts scattering and expanding in all directions at once. The ocean of her mind surges beyond its usual boundaries, bright and boundless and roaring, until there is nothing but the force of it carrying her forward and over and through. Her body follows the rhythm helplessly, trembling and arching as each aftershock ripples outward, leaving her breathless and stunned in the wake of it; in the harbour, the Ark tilts and lists, caught in its own localized tsunami.

we didn't die, but no guarantees this time, but fuck it lets do it again

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JACK

Later Jack will be glad of the breath he'd snatched in through his nose, because as The Ark's legs tighten around him, as she arches off the mattress and her climax slams through her, there's nowhere for him to go. Nowhere he'd rather be, don't get him wrong, but his lungs will be burning by the time he next comes up for air - and that's if his body remembers how to breathe. The raw ecstasy that surges through her cascades along his magic, briefly overwhelming it like a blown fuse, and it's all Jack can do to hold himself steady.

When the force of her orgasm eventually starts to ebb in its intensity, the Captain finally realises that the cabin is swaying, and as he draws back a fraction, panting hard, his laughter is little more than a warm breath against her thigh. "Careful," he mutters, his hands growing gentle once more, though he doesn't release her properly. Instead, glancing up the length of her body, his eyes are full of mischief and a mix of satisfaction and lingering frustration. "Don't wanna capsize us, do you?"

you're the last of a dying breed; write our names in the wet concrete
I wonder if your therapist knows everything about me

Code stolen from Queen Sky

bottom line, we made it out the first time still in love and half alive

The Ark is still trembling when the swell begins to recede, breath catching in soft, uneven pulls, little sounds slipping from her throat with each inhale as though her body has not yet remembered how to be quiet. Her chest rises and falls in time with the water against her hull, the echo of her release lingering in slow, fading pulses that leave her limbs heavy and distant. The sheets are twisted tight in her fists and it takes her a moment to notice, longer still to unclench her fingers. Everything beyond the warmth of Jack and the bright afterimage in her core feels far away.

The laughter against her skin registers first, then the gentle steadiness of his hands, the faint sway of the cabin easing as the storm inside her settles. Her mind, which had surged vast and limitless, now gleams like an overbright seascape after lightning; hazy and radiant and slow to dim.

There is no embarrassment in her expression as she looks down at him, only wonder. Gratitude is likely not something Jack often receives in moments like this, but for her it rises naturally. The pleasure he's shown her is not separate from care. It folds neatly into the years of upkeep, the patient work of rebuilding her, the upgrades and polish and attention that made her stronger, sleeker, more capable. This feels like that, another kind of tending, another proof of his hands knowing exactly what to do and always making sure she had the best of what he could give her.

Her cheeks remain flushed, deepening the blue of her eyes until they look almost midnight-dark. She lets out a vague, breathless chuckle as the ship beneath them settles fully back to stillness. Reaching down, she brushes her thumb along the corner of his mouth, tracing the curve there with quiet curiosity. "Can I make you feel like that too?" she asks, voice low and sincere, the question absent of coyness and entirely full of intent.

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JACK

Jack catches her eye and seems to soften in a way that very few people have ever managed, The Ark now part of that elite club but by far the one who has deserved it most in his mind. He delivers another gentle kiss to her inner thigh, his breath a little steadier now, and as her fingers trace the curve of his jaw he lets them, leaning into the contact. "You already did, more or less," he points out; the ricochet of her orgasm through his magic had been like spotting the sun in the reflection of a mirror; not as infinitely hot, no, but just as bright.

"But yeah, you can," he says. Another kiss, and another, and the Captain finally shifts off his knees to trail further kisses along the length of her body, lingering against the hollow of her throat. "Only if that's somethin' you want, though. It ain't too different to what we just did, but I ain't of a mind to go too fast with you." Not if it risks ruining the haze of radiant contentment that has settled over her mind. Jack has been a patient man for much more than this, though he'd be lying if he said his base instincts aren't roaring their objection to it.

you're the last of a dying breed; write our names in the wet concrete
I wonder if your therapist knows everything about me

Code stolen from Queen Sky

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The Akr huffs out a soft laugh at that, eyes rolling faintly beneath dark lashes. "You seemed to weather it far better than I did," she murmurs, though there is no embarrassment in the admission, only amusement and a touch of pride.

As his kisses travel upward, her body responds without thought. Her arms and legs wrap around him as he ascends, drawing him close in a hold that is at once sweet and unmistakably possessive. She cradles him against her, not as something fragile but as something claimed and perhaps if she thought about someone else touching him like this, she'd understand what he'd meant about the tailor. 

One hand slips from his shoulders to his jaw, palm warm against the faint scrape of stubble there, thumb tracing the line of his cheek as she studies him. Her gaze searches his face carefully, as though she might find written there some reason for the caution he's offering her. She has never chosen restraint in her life. She has crossed storms, outrun pirates, cut through blockades at his side without hesitation. She understands that this—this intimacy, sex—is different from open sea, but when it's to do with him, it also isn't. He's never brought her anywhere they couldn't fight their way back from, and she can't see why this is any different.

Her voice drops to a whisper, low and steady and certain. "I want." And gods, she does. The words ignite something fresh in her belly, heat flaring alive again at the simple act of choosing. Her hips lift instinctively against him, thighs tightening around his waist as friction sparks another breathless sound from her lips. The moan that escapes her is softer this time, less shocked and more needy, full of anticipation rather than curiosity.

we didn't die, but no guarantees this time, but fuck it lets do it again

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JACK

"This should never be somethin' you weather, love," Jack says through a wicked smile and another slow brush of his lips against her neck. "Let 'em hear you - let 'em imagine all the things they can't have." He feels himself want to relax into her arms around him, can feel the pull of after as if it might sneak in and interrupt the now, but then her hand is against his cheek again and her hips are rising against his own, and Jack almost winces at the way his body aches with need.

"Good," he mutters, shifting just enough to get his knees beneath him and to draw his shirt over his head in a smooth motion, tossing it to one side. Then his mouth is on hers again, his kiss hard and hungry, his hands slipping beneath her to draw her properly onto the bed. He doesn't feel the need to say it out loud in return; I want is all too clear in the way his cock strains against the fabric of his pants, and only as the Captain parts for breath does he unbuckle his belt and unfasten the first few buttons, hissing out a curse at the not-quite relief of it.

The invitation is there for her to touch and explore as she pleases, but meanwhile Jack has returned to his affections against the side of her neck. His hand slips between them, careful, gentle, a finger stroking against her slick heat and teasing against her clit. Only when he's reminded her of the pleasure of the prior few minutes does he slip the digit inside her, a come hither motion that encourages her to move against him.

you're the last of a dying breed; write our names in the wet concrete
I wonder if your therapist knows everything about me

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