flora
Certainly not expecting a fitted pair of swimming shorts (maybe something with duckies on them, just to prove he wasn't always a grump), Flora's lips part quite without her permission as she gapes at Jack. Despite having seen the captain naked many times before, there was something about seeing him like this that had heat spreading across her cheeks. "Alright Captain." She purrs, somehow pronouncing the capital C to emphasize her approval. Rather selfishly she allows her eyes to rake over his body in the way he'd done to her dozens of times before, if only to help muddy the memory of the last time she'd been here.
As for slapping away her hand and sullying her mood? Oh, it wouldn't have Jack. It would've just made her laugh.
Waiting until his eyes seemed to refocus, his hand reluctantly placed into his, the queen tugs him toward the edge where the wall had been carved away to form rough stairs. Letting herself sink down into the spring without hesitation, the ground here leaving the water just barely above her belly button, the queen turns around half expecting to see hackles standing up on Jack's back.
As for slapping away her hand and sullying her mood? Oh, it wouldn't have Jack. It would've just made her laugh.
Waiting until his eyes seemed to refocus, his hand reluctantly placed into his, the queen tugs him toward the edge where the wall had been carved away to form rough stairs. Letting herself sink down into the spring without hesitation, the ground here leaving the water just barely above her belly button, the queen turns around half expecting to see hackles standing up on Jack's back.
I want to be when you fall on me like night
I wanna kill the lights
I wanna kill the lights
