flora
"Mhmmmm." Flora hums under her breath, the sound only a little sassy, but mostly supportive. She couldn't pass up the opportunity to needle the dragoon just a little, even if she was still keen to see the tension bleed out of his shoulders and for his jaw to cease feathering, no matter how attractive it made him look.
Allowing her eyes to widen in silent mockery of his theatrics, Flora's lips twist into a rather crooked shape as she's temporarily torn between elbowing him for his boyish insolence or leaping into his arms and covering his face in kisses. Letting her fingers tickle playfully in little pulses up the back of his neck as Koa's expression turns almost nauseous, the queen is about to roll her eyes at him until he's booping her nose which has it crinkling prettily as she tosses her head not unlike some impudent mare. Stilling as his mouth drew near, fully expecting him to make some remark about how Ronin had threatened to yeet him into the sun, the words the dragoon does say has the queen clutching at the strong muscles that lined Koa's neck as she tried to still the tremble in her knees.
"It isn't fair to have a tongue like that." Silver, bronze, golden; whatever colour was meant to represent the ability to do what he'd just done to her. Feeling warmth spread out from her core before pooling quite determinedly between her thighs, Flora sighed out a shaky breath as she forced herself to pull back enough to be able to peer up into his eyes.
I love you clung to her lips, untethered and foolish, but standing at the water's edge with her arms around his neck and his charm like some magnet against which she was helpless to resist, it pulsed in the back of her throat as if possessing its own heartbeat. "So...when then?" She asks, only vaguely trying to sound as if she wasn't wildly eager to know, but then, like him, this had been more than just a long time coming and the flush that raced across her chest was quickly beginning to match the colour of her cheeks.
Allowing her eyes to widen in silent mockery of his theatrics, Flora's lips twist into a rather crooked shape as she's temporarily torn between elbowing him for his boyish insolence or leaping into his arms and covering his face in kisses. Letting her fingers tickle playfully in little pulses up the back of his neck as Koa's expression turns almost nauseous, the queen is about to roll her eyes at him until he's booping her nose which has it crinkling prettily as she tosses her head not unlike some impudent mare. Stilling as his mouth drew near, fully expecting him to make some remark about how Ronin had threatened to yeet him into the sun, the words the dragoon does say has the queen clutching at the strong muscles that lined Koa's neck as she tried to still the tremble in her knees.
"It isn't fair to have a tongue like that." Silver, bronze, golden; whatever colour was meant to represent the ability to do what he'd just done to her. Feeling warmth spread out from her core before pooling quite determinedly between her thighs, Flora sighed out a shaky breath as she forced herself to pull back enough to be able to peer up into his eyes.
I love you clung to her lips, untethered and foolish, but standing at the water's edge with her arms around his neck and his charm like some magnet against which she was helpless to resist, it pulsed in the back of her throat as if possessing its own heartbeat. "So...when then?" She asks, only vaguely trying to sound as if she wasn't wildly eager to know, but then, like him, this had been more than just a long time coming and the flush that raced across her chest was quickly beginning to match the colour of her cheeks.
My house of stone, your ivy grows
And now I'm covered in you
And now I'm covered in you
