flora
Shivering at the dark purr of his voice against her ear, the flick of his tongue has petals of heat parting between her thighs as her body remembers the way it had felt when his tongue had done something similar in a place which was a good deal more sensitive. "Those can be true at the same time." Flora argues, widening her eyes challengingly as she grins up at him and trying to ignore the way she wanted to jump in his arms now for a completely different reason.
"It has been years, Carpenter!" The queen scolds theatrically, and she might have resorted to threatening to send Ronin after him but for the press of his lips against her forehead. Soon. Sighing, the queen opened her mouth, before her nose crinkled once more against his touch, laughter leaving her parted lips instead. I think what you need—is for him to take her somewhere private. That's what she—
Suddenly upside down, Flora wraps her arms around Koa's chest, but only so that she'd not bounce with his every step rather than for fear of being dropped. "Help, help!" The queen cackled. "I'm the queen of Torchline and I'm being kidnapped by this—this—!" This wonderfully sweet and charming idiot who was impossibly handsome, and gods, why had they fucked up so badly with one another. Why did it have to be with each other that they'd learned the lessons of relationships and love that all eventually do, more often than not by fucking it up and vowing never to do it again. But why couldn't they have done that with someone else first?
Hearing the splash of his feet in the waves, Flora wriggled playfully in his arms knowing that short of resorting to magic, there was little she could do to break his grip, especially slung over his shoulder as she was. "Don't you dare Koa Carpenter! Don't you dare throw me in the ocean." She warns, though the force of her order was lost somewhat in the laughter that swallowed the words whole.
"It has been years, Carpenter!" The queen scolds theatrically, and she might have resorted to threatening to send Ronin after him but for the press of his lips against her forehead. Soon. Sighing, the queen opened her mouth, before her nose crinkled once more against his touch, laughter leaving her parted lips instead. I think what you need—is for him to take her somewhere private. That's what she—
Suddenly upside down, Flora wraps her arms around Koa's chest, but only so that she'd not bounce with his every step rather than for fear of being dropped. "Help, help!" The queen cackled. "I'm the queen of Torchline and I'm being kidnapped by this—this—!" This wonderfully sweet and charming idiot who was impossibly handsome, and gods, why had they fucked up so badly with one another. Why did it have to be with each other that they'd learned the lessons of relationships and love that all eventually do, more often than not by fucking it up and vowing never to do it again. But why couldn't they have done that with someone else first?
Hearing the splash of his feet in the waves, Flora wriggled playfully in his arms knowing that short of resorting to magic, there was little she could do to break his grip, especially slung over his shoulder as she was. "Don't you dare Koa Carpenter! Don't you dare throw me in the ocean." She warns, though the force of her order was lost somewhat in the laughter that swallowed the words whole.
My house of stone, your ivy grows
And now I'm covered in you
And now I'm covered in you
