take it off with your teeth

JACK

She clenches around him and fuck, if it was good before then it's nothing compared to now, the captain leaning in to receive the kiss she gives, humming a note of satisfaction at the pain that mingles with pleasure to feel her nails digging into him. "You got it, Madame," he purrs, shifting back only to bury himself inside her again; it's something that would drive him mad if he didn't know the source of the dual sensations he feels, the captain drawing in a shuddering breath and letting it ride out on a curse.

There's no slow and steady, though - Maeve asked to be fucked and Jack intends on delivering. So he thrusts into her, hard and fast enough to send the headboard slamming against the wall, one of his hands still gripping her hips and the other sliding up the length of her body to cup one of her breasts. He squeezes, teasing at the barbell that glimmers in one dusky nipple, already able to feel his release mounting at the base of his spine.

you wanted perfect, you got your perfect
but now I'm too perfect for someone like you

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!

Maeve

It's too much. Too much and not enough all at once. He's not gentle with her and she's glad for it. He slams into her hard enough to jostle her up the bed, causing her to slip until it's her chest holding her up, causing the angle of her hips to change. The next thrust is deeper and her vision goes white as she cries out, his name mixed with a curse in a language that the captain likely won't recognize, coloring the air as she trembles.

As soon as his fingers find her nipple, tweaking the barbell deftly, her cunt clenches around him and the heat surges like wildfire through her veins. She's sensitive and needy and so fucking close. Her release builds in her belly, curling up her spine and tingling in the arches of her feet. Maeve rocks back against him, chasing her release and intent on driving him towards his own, the hand that was on his thigh slipping to grip his wrist in an attempt to ground herself. She's not going to last. "Jack!" It's a gasp that morphs into a moan that quickly turns into a cry when he angles his hips just so to find her g-spot, tipping her ever closer to the edge.

Honey just put your sweet lips on my lips
We should just kiss like real people do

JACK

Gods, she's pretty when she's getting fucked. And for Jack that's not even in the traditional sense, though the arch of her back, the swell of her breasts, the curve of her ass (not to mention the cries that drag, mewling and needy from her throat) are all very pleasing. But it's her thoughts that drive him wild, dark and aching and wanton, and he hisses in a breath as the change in pace has his name colouring the air, and if she's close then he is too.

"Cum for me," he half growls, a line of sweat trickling down his spine and beading on his forehead as his thrusts lose all sense of control and composure. Jack is lost to it, throwing caution to the wind until he's fit to burst, until one last slam of the headboard into the wall has him entirely falling over the edge. His climax hits like a wave from far out at sea, knocking all sense away with it, and all he can feel and think is Maeve.

you wanted perfect, you got your perfect
but now I'm too perfect for someone like you

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!

Maeve

She's going to miss him when he goes out to sea. It's one of the few thoughts she manages. She's going to miss him and miss having the opprotunity to get fucked like this. The mind numbing bliss she feels almost makes her delirious. Her whole body trembles and strains and it's all because of him. He's the one driving her so impossibly high towards the sun that she's undoubtedly going to go up in flame. That's the only possibility.

His command is growled against her ear and her movements stutter. The hand on his wrist grips him like a vice as her cunt begins to flutter around him, drawing him impossibly deeper as his thrusts become sporadic, urging both to shatter. Oh, how beautifully she breaks for him. He slams in deep, cock twitching with his own release and it's the feeling of that that sends her plummeting, screaming out his name until it cuts off in a strangled sob. Everything about him overwhelming her as she falls forward against the mattress, being held up by trembling thighs and his hands on her body, greedily sipping in breaths that don't feel her lungs all the way as she floats in pure ecstasy.

Honey just put your sweet lips on my lips
We should just kiss like real people do

JACK

They pitch each other over the edge into bliss and fuck but it all but wipes Jack's mind blank. For a second it's just burning muscles and veins crackling with ecstasy and the panting of their combined breath. But everything has an end eventually, and this ends much, much too soon. His vision clears, his mind comes back to itself, and he's left in those strange few moments where it's not so bad, to be close to someone else, where he might collapse into the bed and wrap himself in the body next to him and doze.

Of course, it doesn't last, and that doesn't happen. Instead, with a deep breath that Jack rides out on a dark chuckle, he withdraws from Maeve and shifts to get off the bed. "Well, Madame. You are quite somethin'," he purrs through a voice made hoarse by their exertions, Jack crossing the room to grab the towel he'd discarded, cleaning himself up and buttoning his pants again.

you wanted perfect, you got your perfect
but now I'm too perfect for someone like you

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!

Maeve

There isn't a single thought in her mind beyond how light she feels. As if there is starlight running through her veins, making her float endlessly until he draws away, a soft protest in her throat at being jostled. Maeve rolls onto her back, thighs falling together as she lounges against the pillows, not bothering to cover herself as she catches her breath. There are bruises blooming on her hips from his grip, skin still flushed prettily from their exertions, the smile that curls on her lips happily sated as she watches him. "So glad you enjoyed yourself, love." Maeve purrs back, finally moving to climb off the bed, grabbing the spare robe she keeps in this room for such occasions.

She slips it over her small frame, tying it at the waist before drifting towards the bathroom to retrieve his clothes, joining him moments later. The Madame offers him both garments, gazing up at him with still hazy eyes, an almost sweet smile playing on her lips. "You'll bring me back something pretty, won't you?" She hums, pressing up on her tiptoes to press what is presumably a goodbye kiss to his lips, quick and chaste in comparison to what they'd just done.

Honey just put your sweet lips on my lips
We should just kiss like real people do

JACK

Jack has discarded the towel and has finished the rest of the drink she poured for them by the time she returns with his clothes, the captain accepting both shirt and waistcoat and shrugging into them with a flourish. He leaves them open - he's only going to get caught in the rain again on the way back to the Ark, so there's no point covering up too much. Besides, it's not like no one is going to know what he's been so obviously up to.

"Mm, I will see what I can do," he murmurs, though as she leans in for a sweet farewell, Jack slips an arm around her so he might give her ass a fond squeeze, that he might deepen the kiss for just a moment or so. "Don't do anything I wouldn't," he advises her with a wink, before turning to sweep out of the Madame's rooms as if he'd never been there in the first place.

~FIN

you wanted perfect, you got your perfect
but now I'm too perfect for someone like you

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!