flora
Using the buoyancy of the water to help her to try and evade the captain's splash, Jack will feel the levity of her thoughts wash over him as if she really had managed to splash him. Gods, it had been too long since the queen had been in a position just to have fun, and while she doubted if Jack's name appeared at the top of any list of people who might be considered fun, she'd be damned if she wasn't going to make the most of it. So, with her eyes sparkling, the queen crinkles her nose up at him. "mmm, yours would be a bath that half of Torchline pisses in." She fires right back.
If nothing else Flora isn't calling Jack horsie or nudging him along with her heels, so he can be thankful about that. Instead, she presses a quick kiss against his temple, tasting the salt of the sea on his skin even so far underground, before straightening and using the grip of her thighs around him to hold herself up.
"You know I was thinking.." Cupping some of the water in her palms, Flora trickles it over the captain's shoulders before her hands begin to grasp softly at the muscles of his neck. Relaxation, Jack. "..apparently there's a whole cathedral down here that's just filled with gemstones." Though the mental image she conjures up isn't correct—it's like the Climb equivalent of Scrooge McDuck diving into his pile of gold, only it's gemstones and Scrooge is playing by Jack in his tight black swimmies—it's also not terribly far off.
If nothing else Flora isn't calling Jack horsie or nudging him along with her heels, so he can be thankful about that. Instead, she presses a quick kiss against his temple, tasting the salt of the sea on his skin even so far underground, before straightening and using the grip of her thighs around him to hold herself up.
"You know I was thinking.." Cupping some of the water in her palms, Flora trickles it over the captain's shoulders before her hands begin to grasp softly at the muscles of his neck. Relaxation, Jack. "..apparently there's a whole cathedral down here that's just filled with gemstones." Though the mental image she conjures up isn't correct—it's like the Climb equivalent of Scrooge McDuck diving into his pile of gold, only it's gemstones and Scrooge is playing by Jack in his tight black swimmies—it's also not terribly far off.
I want to be when you fall on me like night
I wanna kill the lights
I wanna kill the lights
