you look like my next mistake
"Shut up." Flora scolds, playfully nudging the captain's side. It was the sort of line that should have had her groaning at its corniness, and yet something fluttered in the back of her throat, delicate and birdlike, that had her grinned stupidly down into her lap.
If Flora was at all worried that Jack was going to thrust her over the edge, nothing in her mind showed it such that the way one of her hands grasped at the collar of his jacket was done for an entirely different reason. Wrapping her legs around his waist, the Doubletake savoured the warm tang of tobacco on the captain's tongue while also silently cursing King's End for being so fucking cold. The staircase was certainly nothing compared to Torchline's shores, but Flora could have certainly gotten behind being fucked on a pillar for all the see.
"If you think this counts as a date, then I'm going to count drawing a star in the sand as calling down Safrin for you." Flora counters with a crooked smile.
If Flora was at all worried that Jack was going to thrust her over the edge, nothing in her mind showed it such that the way one of her hands grasped at the collar of his jacket was done for an entirely different reason. Wrapping her legs around his waist, the Doubletake savoured the warm tang of tobacco on the captain's tongue while also silently cursing King's End for being so fucking cold. The staircase was certainly nothing compared to Torchline's shores, but Flora could have certainly gotten behind being fucked on a pillar for all the see.
"If you think this counts as a date, then I'm going to count drawing a star in the sand as calling down Safrin for you." Flora counters with a crooked smile.
