we show off our different scarlet letters
That he's stiff against her, and not necessarily in the way she was intending, doesn't deter the queen. She expects it, really, given the differences in their life experiences shall we call, since age is just a number, and perhaps because of how quickly things have come about. But he's hot, she certainly is, and given that they're more or less secluded in their little section of the hot springs, why not? To that end she presses her thumb harder against him, the fingers of the opposite hand pulling to tighten the skin of his shoulder as if she might force his teeth to part and allow her tongue entry.
She wants to feel the edges of his teeth for herself.
But then he's pulling back away from her, his horns making it feel as if she was tucked beneath some woodland canopy. Flora expects to see dark arousal in his eyes and the reluctant flush of someone forcing themselves to slow down for reasons of propriety. What she sees instead are eyes that are focused on her hands (not even her breasts, god Asta), before they rise with a sheen of apology rather than desire. Biting at the inside of her cheek to still the sudden flare of insecurity and rejection his caution inspires in her, Flora gives her head a little shake before laughing softly in his arms.
"And why's that?" She purrs against him. "You've seen how well I can hold my own." Flora points out, raising a brow and softly brushing her nose against his as her fingers continue to mercilessly tug at the scar tissue. That at least, she knew he liked.
She wants to feel the edges of his teeth for herself.
But then he's pulling back away from her, his horns making it feel as if she was tucked beneath some woodland canopy. Flora expects to see dark arousal in his eyes and the reluctant flush of someone forcing themselves to slow down for reasons of propriety. What she sees instead are eyes that are focused on her hands (not even her breasts, god Asta), before they rise with a sheen of apology rather than desire. Biting at the inside of her cheek to still the sudden flare of insecurity and rejection his caution inspires in her, Flora gives her head a little shake before laughing softly in his arms.
"And why's that?" She purrs against him. "You've seen how well I can hold my own." Flora points out, raising a brow and softly brushing her nose against his as her fingers continue to mercilessly tug at the scar tissue. That at least, she knew he liked.
