JACK
He will make it up to Safrin later, because there's a current of heat that's quickly overtaking thoughts of flying ships and luck and the gods, and his tongue is less interested in conversation and more interested in the taste of gin on Flora's lips. Her newfound confidence is a fuse he can't help but light, and so as she leans further into him, he surrenders the bottle in lieu of guiding Flora into his lap.
With calloused hands and a clever mouth, Jack promises the sort of fumble in the sand that's quick but no less satisfying for it. Flora can sing out at the starless sky and there will be no gods or spirits looking down; the world around them can shrink to the peripheral of the firelight, the next torch along the beach another island in the night.
Lifting his hips, Jack aims to both reverse their positions and to let her feel the hard pulse of his arousal, something she can have a lot more of if she helps to unfasten some troublesome buttons.
With calloused hands and a clever mouth, Jack promises the sort of fumble in the sand that's quick but no less satisfying for it. Flora can sing out at the starless sky and there will be no gods or spirits looking down; the world around them can shrink to the peripheral of the firelight, the next torch along the beach another island in the night.
Lifting his hips, Jack aims to both reverse their positions and to let her feel the hard pulse of his arousal, something she can have a lot more of if she helps to unfasten some troublesome buttons.
you are a quiet god
and your hunger is cavernous
and your hunger is cavernous
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
