you look like my next mistake
There are tears in Flora's eyes, but not for the reasons you might think.
She isn't a sappy fuck like her father after sex, and nor was Jack's dick so good that it brought her to tears. Instead, the silent tears that bead against her closed eyelashes are born from relief. Of finally, for maybe the first time in her life, actually not giving a damn about anyone else and letting both someone else as well as herself, put her first. Only when she opened her eyes was the Doubletake away of the lingering wetness, but rather than feeling bad about it—and subjecting Jack to such a bitter aftertaste—Flora mentally shrugged and let herself bask in the weightless release of not just her body, but her mind.
"Fuck you," she laughed once she felt as though she could speak, shooting the captain a wry look over her shoulder, as if meaning to scold him for making her feel so good. Beneath them, the leather melts into something much more plush and refined, while remaining cool to the touch. Silk sheets suddenly pool around their legs as the bed begins to rock gently back and forth, as if cradled by the sea.
"You don't have to spoon me, but we're definitely cuddling. Lay down."
She isn't a sappy fuck like her father after sex, and nor was Jack's dick so good that it brought her to tears. Instead, the silent tears that bead against her closed eyelashes are born from relief. Of finally, for maybe the first time in her life, actually not giving a damn about anyone else and letting both someone else as well as herself, put her first. Only when she opened her eyes was the Doubletake away of the lingering wetness, but rather than feeling bad about it—and subjecting Jack to such a bitter aftertaste—Flora mentally shrugged and let herself bask in the weightless release of not just her body, but her mind.
"Fuck you," she laughed once she felt as though she could speak, shooting the captain a wry look over her shoulder, as if meaning to scold him for making her feel so good. Beneath them, the leather melts into something much more plush and refined, while remaining cool to the touch. Silk sheets suddenly pool around their legs as the bed begins to rock gently back and forth, as if cradled by the sea.
"You don't have to spoon me, but we're definitely cuddling. Lay down."
