you look like my next mistake
Jack's kiss has Flora debating the consequences of frostbite, because fuck if she wants to do anything other than feel his fingers grasping at her skin instead of just her jacket. She lets them part of course, choosing the longevity of her limbs over a quick fuck, and follows the captain quickly down the stairs.
It's too far a distance to run with his hand in hers like they were horny teenagers seeking the sanctuary of someone's basement, but nor was it short enough to simply follow in breathless silence. So, knowing what she now did, the Doubletake took it upon herself to flood the captain's mind with images of the sorts of things one might expect to see in a brothel—aka HoT E3—that he might be as ready as she was once they arrived.
Drawing in a surprised breath as she was pulled to his side, gods but she'd have dropped to her knees right then and there for the gesture alone. #Damaged. Knowing the staff fairly well all things considered, as she breezed inside Flora was greeted by several friendly waves and heyyyy's that would have happily seen her part from the man at her side to join them instead. As she spoke with one of the staff about acquiring a room, Flora's thoughts were ruby-toned vignettes that showed Flora's legs parted as she sat upon the bar with Jack beneath her thighs, of her riding his cock in one of the corner booths as he ordered a whiskey from a server over her shoulder, of the way his mind could fill their room with the sound of the ocean and the feeling of sand.
It's too far a distance to run with his hand in hers like they were horny teenagers seeking the sanctuary of someone's basement, but nor was it short enough to simply follow in breathless silence. So, knowing what she now did, the Doubletake took it upon herself to flood the captain's mind with images of the sorts of things one might expect to see in a brothel—aka HoT E3—that he might be as ready as she was once they arrived.
Drawing in a surprised breath as she was pulled to his side, gods but she'd have dropped to her knees right then and there for the gesture alone. #Damaged. Knowing the staff fairly well all things considered, as she breezed inside Flora was greeted by several friendly waves and heyyyy's that would have happily seen her part from the man at her side to join them instead. As she spoke with one of the staff about acquiring a room, Flora's thoughts were ruby-toned vignettes that showed Flora's legs parted as she sat upon the bar with Jack beneath her thighs, of her riding his cock in one of the corner booths as he ordered a whiskey from a server over her shoulder, of the way his mind could fill their room with the sound of the ocean and the feeling of sand.
