marked me like a bloodstain
The beginning flushes of her orgasm appear not between her thighs or against the balls of her feet, but around her throat. Like pudgy fingers that she has to breathe around, Flora finds her breath catching as her hips momentarily stutter, torn between following the rhythm she'd established and pressing herself further against the captain's fingers. Arching until her lower back threatened to cramp, the queen focused the entirety of her thoughts on where her fingers were threaded tightly through Jack's, where beads of sweat had appeared on her neck from the heat of him, and where, in her chest, the tension was slowing beginning to ease.
Cracking open one of her eyes, it takes Flora a moment to realize what Jack is referring to, but once she does, the phantom sensations loosen around her throat as she gives her head a small shake. "No," she whispers, sounding almost panicked at the idea. "..I...I don't think I can." Not with her red-rimmed eyes, her sniffles, the tears that were sure to come.
Cracking open one of her eyes, it takes Flora a moment to realize what Jack is referring to, but once she does, the phantom sensations loosen around her throat as she gives her head a small shake. "No," she whispers, sounding almost panicked at the idea. "..I...I don't think I can." Not with her red-rimmed eyes, her sniffles, the tears that were sure to come.
