flora
It's everything Flora hadn't known she'd been wanting, and later, tucked beneath her covers with memories of this moment sending shivers down her spine, there will be only a sprinkling of lusty accoutrements that her imagination feels it needs to add.
Young and wild in a way that will slip from their fingers faster than either of them could possibly be aware, Flora clings to Koa with one hand as the other pulses against her clit. The words she moans against his shoulder are feral and inarticulate, though they remain firmly approving and encouraging despite the way every thrust of his hips shakes all coherent thought from her mind.
She thinks I love you, even though she doesn't.
She thinks Gods you're perfect, even though he isn't.
She thinks a hundred thoughts at once which aren't true, but somehow are in this moment.
Lips parted and teeth all but bared in an expression anyone passing by might mistake for pain, Flora inhales slowly but deeply against the crest of the orgasm she can feel pulling against the bottom of her feet like a riptide. "Gods, Koa-" She moans, before inhaling once again as if she might somehow find herself above the wave of pleasure taking hold and thereby riding it out and away from shore. The boyish way he shakes and clutches at her has nothing short of rosy and naive summer love bursting in her chest for the soldier in her arms as the full swell of her orgasm overtakes her.
Cuming with her lips stretched by the shape of his name, Flora collapses against Koa, wanting to fit herself against him to prolong the moment. Were they not far, far from the ocean she might have mistaken their rough exhales for waves on the beach, and the sweat on their skin for saltwater. Not bothering to open her eyes, she presses her lips against the swell of his chest muscles, the hollow of his collarbones and the rise of one shoulder, before opening her eyes and trying to blink the world back into focus while hoping madly that their act hadn't smeared her mascara too badly.
Young and wild in a way that will slip from their fingers faster than either of them could possibly be aware, Flora clings to Koa with one hand as the other pulses against her clit. The words she moans against his shoulder are feral and inarticulate, though they remain firmly approving and encouraging despite the way every thrust of his hips shakes all coherent thought from her mind.
She thinks I love you, even though she doesn't.
She thinks Gods you're perfect, even though he isn't.
She thinks a hundred thoughts at once which aren't true, but somehow are in this moment.
Lips parted and teeth all but bared in an expression anyone passing by might mistake for pain, Flora inhales slowly but deeply against the crest of the orgasm she can feel pulling against the bottom of her feet like a riptide. "Gods, Koa-" She moans, before inhaling once again as if she might somehow find herself above the wave of pleasure taking hold and thereby riding it out and away from shore. The boyish way he shakes and clutches at her has nothing short of rosy and naive summer love bursting in her chest for the soldier in her arms as the full swell of her orgasm overtakes her.
Cuming with her lips stretched by the shape of his name, Flora collapses against Koa, wanting to fit herself against him to prolong the moment. Were they not far, far from the ocean she might have mistaken their rough exhales for waves on the beach, and the sweat on their skin for saltwater. Not bothering to open her eyes, she presses her lips against the swell of his chest muscles, the hollow of his collarbones and the rise of one shoulder, before opening her eyes and trying to blink the world back into focus while hoping madly that their act hadn't smeared her mascara too badly.
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
