[for reese]

[from here]

Jack's arms slipped around her waist and held her lightly, the softness of her body conforming to the angles and lines of his. He closed his eyes and the whole world slipped away until all he had was the pinpoint focus devoted entirely to her. Just her...no name.

There was no need for names. No need for anything but touch and taste, for breath and balance as Jack slowly walked her back toward the bed. Even in the bright sunlight, it was dark in the hut. Dark enough that the bruises and scratches of someone else's activities wouldn't be quite as noticeable. It was cooler, but only by a couple degrees--just enough that when his hands moved beneath her shirt and it lifted, it was noticeable.

His focus was absolutely devoted to her, to herin his arms, to her against his body, to her beneath his hands. To her against his mouth and in his nose, overwhelming his senses until he had no choice but to ignore the rest of the universe in favor of her.

[for delirium]

[From here]

Jack's lips curved into a lopsided grin as he boggled at the very idea that she wasn't competent to consent. If it was left to him, he'd say Del knew exactly what she wanted and just what she was doing. She knew herself as well as he knew what he wanted and needed.

His shirt met hers on the floor, fabric coiling together to make one new amorphous form on the floor that was promptly ignored in favor of her skin. His hands mapped her sides, waist, and back as his lips played a similar cartography game along her neck, throat, and shoulders.

And the whole time, Jack swayed. It wasn't a particularly graceful dance...but it matched the beat that rushed in his ears.