by what standard?

JACK

hellraiser
risk taker

As Flora's thoughts stray to antibacterial waters and visits to the infirmary, Jack draws back just enough to raise an eyebrow at her, a silent is this really what you want to be focused on? before acquiescing and drawing her back into the heat of the hotsprings. It does make it more difficult for him to fuck her the way he knows they both want him to, and it's after a few possessive kisses to the side of her neck - the sort that will leave faint marks - made cold by the influence of his magic that he withdraws from her. Not for long though, Flora, don't worry.

Turning her so she might brace against the side of the springs and not mar her pretty skin with the roughness of the rock, Jack enters her a second time from behind, frosted fingertips gripping her hips to draw her back against his every thrust, unable to cage his moan of satisfaction behind his teeth. One of his hands skates up the length of her spine to twist through her curls, leaving tendrils of icy sensation against her scalp and hairline, before pulling.

full speed ahead
'til i'm dead

flora

If such a thing could be done, Flora gives Jack's magic a mental swat. Just because he couldn't think more than one thought at a time didn't mean she couldn't, and also shut the fuck up Jack.

A low whine hums up from Flora's throat as he moves her, only once she understands what his intentions are she adjusts herself with ease into his hands as her own grip the rock face. "—jack—" The queen gasps, her knuckles growing white with exertion. The pressure of his hands combined with the flickering pulses of hot and cold has her mind on the verge of shattering with the shifting sensations she's unable to keep track of. It takes her by surprise again as his icy palm presses against her spine, just how unfairly good this feels, and though they've only just begun already one hand is slinking away from the rocks so that her own fingers might add to the heat.

A needy cry leaves Flora's lips as the captain's fingers tug at her curls, the pain of which is precisely of the sort she can comfortably and pleasurably bear, as he well knows. "No one fucks me like you do," The queen moans breathlessly, and while the sentiment might seem a bit obvious with Jack being a mindreader and all, fuck if it didn't feel different now than it had at the beginning.

I want to be when you fall on me like night
I wanna kill the lights

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!