flora
The rush of the waves might have stolen the breath from her lungs if Koa hadn't done that already, just as it might have chilled her bones but for the warm arms holding her tight. When they surface, Flora is already laughing, her own hair a golden tangle against her shoulders as teardrops of pearly black form on her eyelashes, and yet she'd never felt more beautiful than she did when he looked at her.
Shifting if only so that she could settle herself into his lap, her legs wrapped around his waist and her arms tangled around his neck, the queen inhales with wonderstruck surprise to feel the heat radiating off of the dragon despite the salty fingers that long to drag them both out to sea. She can feel, too, Koa's excitement, and it occurs to her that perhaps this refreshing dip was more strategy than mischief. Not that she would have minded either way. "I'm throwing you in jail the first chance I get." The queen laughs, her words airy and buoyant as she fights to catch her breath but finds it an impossible task given the laughter that constantly steals it away.
There was quite literally nothing that could have made the moment more perfect, save perhaps for a bit of waterproof mascara. "Kiss me," Flora whispers, her body arching to fill every possible gap between them as her thighs tense to fix her in place that not even the waves might move her from him.
Shifting if only so that she could settle herself into his lap, her legs wrapped around his waist and her arms tangled around his neck, the queen inhales with wonderstruck surprise to feel the heat radiating off of the dragon despite the salty fingers that long to drag them both out to sea. She can feel, too, Koa's excitement, and it occurs to her that perhaps this refreshing dip was more strategy than mischief. Not that she would have minded either way. "I'm throwing you in jail the first chance I get." The queen laughs, her words airy and buoyant as she fights to catch her breath but finds it an impossible task given the laughter that constantly steals it away.
There was quite literally nothing that could have made the moment more perfect, save perhaps for a bit of waterproof mascara. "Kiss me," Flora whispers, her body arching to fill every possible gap between them as her thighs tense to fix her in place that not even the waves might move her from him.
My house of stone, your ivy grows
And now I'm covered in you
And now I'm covered in you
