flora
Gods but she wants more of Koa like this, touching her the way he is, wanting her the way he does. He might not be a mind reader like Jack, but no part of her would trade the blush of young love she feels right now for hollow foresight, not when this makes her feel like she might explode with joy. Wanting simultaneously to press back into the dragoon's hands as they slide along her curves, the queen instead forgoes the rhythm of the sea and instead slides her hips forward against his at her own frenetic pace; not thinking, only wanting.
It's a blessing and a curse to have his lips parted from hers; while she can breathe (not that she thinks she'll ever be able to catch her breath again), he feels desperately far away despite the way his lips sing across her skin. In response her fingers continue to clutch and tug, wandering their way without hesitation over the pathways his muscles have cleaved into his body. One day perhaps there will be time for her to map him properly, when youthful hormones don't make it seem like the world exists in only this moment and that if they don't seize it, it'll be gone forever, but until then, Flora memorizes as much of the dragoon as she can in between the too-quick beats of her own heart.
Moaning against his temple, the queen's breath hitches in her throat as his lips form a petal of scarlet against her skin. "Gods, I want you," She whispers wickedly against the whorl of his ear before her teeth graze back and forth against his earlobe.
It's a blessing and a curse to have his lips parted from hers; while she can breathe (not that she thinks she'll ever be able to catch her breath again), he feels desperately far away despite the way his lips sing across her skin. In response her fingers continue to clutch and tug, wandering their way without hesitation over the pathways his muscles have cleaved into his body. One day perhaps there will be time for her to map him properly, when youthful hormones don't make it seem like the world exists in only this moment and that if they don't seize it, it'll be gone forever, but until then, Flora memorizes as much of the dragoon as she can in between the too-quick beats of her own heart.
Moaning against his temple, the queen's breath hitches in her throat as his lips form a petal of scarlet against her skin. "Gods, I want you," She whispers wickedly against the whorl of his ear before her teeth graze back and forth against his earlobe.
My house of stone, your ivy grows
And now I'm covered in you
And now I'm covered in you
