you look like my next mistake
She wouldn't, either, but that's not why she was asking.
Shivering at the sudden voices that invaded their room, Flora took a step closer to Jack until her feet were almost entirely between his, her arms tightening around his neck.
As the full extent was unleashed, the room suddenly felt far too small, the world too loud and bright and chaotic. It wasn't just overwhelming, it was suffocating. Flora could hardly think but for the incoherent voices that seemed to yell without having any volume at all; colours so bright it was like looking into the sun.
Swallowing, Flora looks up at Jack, his voice hardly more than a whisper above it all, and without thought at all for how prideful it might be to even consider let alone attempt, as the queen stood on her toes to press her lips against Jack's, she tried to drown it all out.
For them both.
Focusing as loudly as she possibly could on the deafening hum of the Greatwood during a summer rainstorm, of the way she sometimes felt like the only person in the entire world when standing along the Arclight, of the ultraviolet weightlessness that blanketed her entire body just before orgasm, Flora pulled the captain closer against her as if she might centre his own thoughts simply around skin, and lace, and heat.
Shivering at the sudden voices that invaded their room, Flora took a step closer to Jack until her feet were almost entirely between his, her arms tightening around his neck.
As the full extent was unleashed, the room suddenly felt far too small, the world too loud and bright and chaotic. It wasn't just overwhelming, it was suffocating. Flora could hardly think but for the incoherent voices that seemed to yell without having any volume at all; colours so bright it was like looking into the sun.
Swallowing, Flora looks up at Jack, his voice hardly more than a whisper above it all, and without thought at all for how prideful it might be to even consider let alone attempt, as the queen stood on her toes to press her lips against Jack's, she tried to drown it all out.
For them both.
Focusing as loudly as she possibly could on the deafening hum of the Greatwood during a summer rainstorm, of the way she sometimes felt like the only person in the entire world when standing along the Arclight, of the ultraviolet weightlessness that blanketed her entire body just before orgasm, Flora pulled the captain closer against her as if she might centre his own thoughts simply around skin, and lace, and heat.
