flora
Given that the person with whom the majority of the Doubletake's sexual encounters have been with is quite literally able to read her mind, one might think that Jack would have ruined her for anyone else, rendering all of her other partners somehow unsatisfying. Instead - not that Flora could piece together the reasons - something about the way Koa wasn't giving her precisely what she wanted the second she wanted it, had her wanting him all the more. Given the break between when they were first together and now, it was entirely possible that the soldier's pauses and slow fingers were some trick that he'd learned, and not boyish ignorance.
So it was, that after what felt like a lifetime of holding her breath, she felt Koa's fingers slip inside of her. Inhaling deeply as if his touch was pulling air into her lungs, the Doubletake's fingers tugged at the soldier's dark hair as if he might be a marionette whose movements she could control. "Oh, yeah-"
As their positions are reversed, Flora finds her breath catching in her throat in response to the sheer teenage perfection of such a move. It's exactly the sort of thing that happens in romance novels, pop songs, or in the movies that play out in her mind while she's masturbating, and as Koa gazes down at her, Flora suddenly feels very much like the starlet in her own rom-com. Blinking up at him, the golden sunlight outlining him in copper lines that only seemed to brighten the colour of his stare, she can think of no one else she'd want in this moment as her co-star.
A coquettish reply forms on Flora's lips, but the sudden thrust of Koa's hand has tension collapsing the words as an expression not unlike pain contorts her features. Moaning in surprise and pleasure, Flora curls one leg up and around the small of his back to both encourage his hips down against her and force his fingers farther in. Reaching between them in earnest now that the space was available, the Doubletake used one hand to try and undo whatever was in place to keep the soldier's pants up, the other teased around the shape of his erection. Using the flat of her hand against the head of his cock, she tried to match the pace of his own fingers if only so that the idea of not swapping out his fingers for his erection would be impossible.
So it was, that after what felt like a lifetime of holding her breath, she felt Koa's fingers slip inside of her. Inhaling deeply as if his touch was pulling air into her lungs, the Doubletake's fingers tugged at the soldier's dark hair as if he might be a marionette whose movements she could control. "Oh, yeah-"
As their positions are reversed, Flora finds her breath catching in her throat in response to the sheer teenage perfection of such a move. It's exactly the sort of thing that happens in romance novels, pop songs, or in the movies that play out in her mind while she's masturbating, and as Koa gazes down at her, Flora suddenly feels very much like the starlet in her own rom-com. Blinking up at him, the golden sunlight outlining him in copper lines that only seemed to brighten the colour of his stare, she can think of no one else she'd want in this moment as her co-star.
A coquettish reply forms on Flora's lips, but the sudden thrust of Koa's hand has tension collapsing the words as an expression not unlike pain contorts her features. Moaning in surprise and pleasure, Flora curls one leg up and around the small of his back to both encourage his hips down against her and force his fingers farther in. Reaching between them in earnest now that the space was available, the Doubletake used one hand to try and undo whatever was in place to keep the soldier's pants up, the other teased around the shape of his erection. Using the flat of her hand against the head of his cock, she tried to match the pace of his own fingers if only so that the idea of not swapping out his fingers for his erection would be impossible.
Just walk away, don't make me say
The only words I owe you: I told you so, I told you so
The only words I owe you: I told you so, I told you so
