your touch brought forth an incandescent glow, tarnished but so grand
Standing on her tallest tiptoes (standing in my tallest heels, love, shining just for you) as if she might just melt into Koa, Flora very nearly raked her nails into his dark hair before remembering, only just, about his head wound. It left her fingers feeling wonderfully frustrated as they sought for something to clutch and tug—as if they didn't know exactly what might fit such a role—before settling on the muscles of his shoulders.
There were both too many words for the way he made her feel, and yet not enough by far. His lips tasted sweet, like summer, even on this, the darkest of nights. His arms felt strong and sure around her, but rather than guided by the needs and wants of her own thoughts as Jack's were, his were guided by instinct and feel. The imperfections, the way his hands or lips didn't just suddenly go to the places she yearned for them to be, left space for tension and heat to build; it was what made it feel genuine. What made it feel like love—
Breathless against him and wanting nothing more than to continue making out like the horny starcrossed lovers that they were, Flora forces herself to pull back if only to give them both the opportunity to breathe. Nearly overcome with the giggles such was her unfettered joy at being in his arms without any sort of pretense hanging between them and with it all on the table, Flora buried her giddiness by pressing her face against his chest.
Ahh, but then, further down the timeline there was the Sohalia and Jack of it all: one newly returned, and one staking his claim, both about to make serious waves.
There were both too many words for the way he made her feel, and yet not enough by far. His lips tasted sweet, like summer, even on this, the darkest of nights. His arms felt strong and sure around her, but rather than guided by the needs and wants of her own thoughts as Jack's were, his were guided by instinct and feel. The imperfections, the way his hands or lips didn't just suddenly go to the places she yearned for them to be, left space for tension and heat to build; it was what made it feel genuine. What made it feel like love—
Breathless against him and wanting nothing more than to continue making out like the horny starcrossed lovers that they were, Flora forces herself to pull back if only to give them both the opportunity to breathe. Nearly overcome with the giggles such was her unfettered joy at being in his arms without any sort of pretense hanging between them and with it all on the table, Flora buried her giddiness by pressing her face against his chest.
Ahh, but then, further down the timeline there was the Sohalia and Jack of it all: one newly returned, and one staking his claim, both about to make serious waves.
