marked me like a bloodstain
It's the sort of kiss that feels more like an embrace, like arms drawing her near and holding her close. The sort of kiss that warms her to her core; not with unsatiable heat, but instead the warmth of a fireplace merrily burning on a cold evening. Flora hums softly against Jack's mouth, the sound gentle before fracturing a touch at the end as her emotions get the best of her. She had told him there was going to be crying that evening, and as the kisses she'd been expecting to receive were to be the sort so hungry that they wouldn't notice the dampness on her cheeks, Flora wasn't sure if she had anything to apologize for.
"I've never wanted to own you, Jack." Flora whispers as if answering the question he hadn't asked. Having braced one of her arms on his chest for balance and leverage, the queen's fingers splay across his bare chest as she gazes at him. "Just to have you for a little while." And, before he can say something truly heartbreaking like you do, she presses her mouth against his. Trying to focus on the heat of it and the nearness of not just someone, but Jack, that she might curl up in front of the fireplace of his kiss and let the flames banish the shadows in her mind.
"I've never wanted to own you, Jack." Flora whispers as if answering the question he hadn't asked. Having braced one of her arms on his chest for balance and leverage, the queen's fingers splay across his bare chest as she gazes at him. "Just to have you for a little while." And, before he can say something truly heartbreaking like you do, she presses her mouth against his. Trying to focus on the heat of it and the nearness of not just someone, but Jack, that she might curl up in front of the fireplace of his kiss and let the flames banish the shadows in her mind.
