flora
It's true: all horny Torchers learn this lesson either the easy way, or the hard way, and for as much as the queen has precisely the same inclinations to continue fucking Koa in places that belonged in Mateo's romance novels, the last thing she wants is to have to hobble into Isla's clinic with an infection she's too old not to have known better about.
"I'm wet enough that you could." Flora purrs salaciously as her nails scratch lightly across his skin. "Wet enough to put the whole ocean to shame." She adds, rolling her hips against him and likely enjoying it a good deal more than he was given the marked difference between a sundress and underwear, and a caged erection and wet pants.
Gods, but then he's being all mature and she loves and hates him for it. Swallowing down a small shiver as she settles properly down against him, Flora presses her palms on either side of his face and lets her thumbs brush away flecks of seaspray that have accumulated on his cheeks. "I want that too." She admits, and even though they'd already both said how much they like-liked each other, it still has a titter of girlish laughter pressing from between her lips.
Only...it fades, slowly, and though she keeps her hands on his face, her touch stills as her eyes search his. "The...the uhm, last person who asked me to date them, disappeared and never came back. Literally the next day." She says softly, thinking of Paige. Though her core still burned helplessly warm, her fingers and lips and nose felt as if Spice or Sugar had been breathing on them. "And then you...with your letter, before.." Immediately her expression wilts somewhat as she gives her head a quick apologetic shake. "I know what happened, I know you couldn't have helped it, and I'm not mad, I'm just.."
Jaded?
Damaged Goods?
Wildly fucked up?
But she didn't know, and so it was with a helpless smile that was shaped more like a frown that the queen shrugged softly in the dragoon's arms.
"I'm wet enough that you could." Flora purrs salaciously as her nails scratch lightly across his skin. "Wet enough to put the whole ocean to shame." She adds, rolling her hips against him and likely enjoying it a good deal more than he was given the marked difference between a sundress and underwear, and a caged erection and wet pants.
Gods, but then he's being all mature and she loves and hates him for it. Swallowing down a small shiver as she settles properly down against him, Flora presses her palms on either side of his face and lets her thumbs brush away flecks of seaspray that have accumulated on his cheeks. "I want that too." She admits, and even though they'd already both said how much they like-liked each other, it still has a titter of girlish laughter pressing from between her lips.
Only...it fades, slowly, and though she keeps her hands on his face, her touch stills as her eyes search his. "The...the uhm, last person who asked me to date them, disappeared and never came back. Literally the next day." She says softly, thinking of Paige. Though her core still burned helplessly warm, her fingers and lips and nose felt as if Spice or Sugar had been breathing on them. "And then you...with your letter, before.." Immediately her expression wilts somewhat as she gives her head a quick apologetic shake. "I know what happened, I know you couldn't have helped it, and I'm not mad, I'm just.."
Jaded?
Damaged Goods?
Wildly fucked up?
But she didn't know, and so it was with a helpless smile that was shaped more like a frown that the queen shrugged softly in the dragoon's arms.
My house of stone, your ivy grows
And now I'm covered in you
And now I'm covered in you
