by what standard?

flora

Shivering at the sudden change in temperature, even mildly warm hands against her cooled skin feel like fire in contrast, Flora tangles her legs around him as much as she's able to without skinning her knees on the rocky wall. "That doesn't sound fun." Flora whispers mischievously, her lips near his ear before she brushes them featherlight across his jaw and cheek as her hands tangle into his wet hair. After a moment of twisting slightly in his arms, Jack will no doubt see the top of her bikini floating away, visible now that it wasn't attached to the queen's body. "Not at all." She adds, the words whispered directly against his lips as she twists her ring, rendering her bright aqua stare gazing directly into his.

Though the queen's thoughts are steeped in colours just as warm as the spring around them, there's one word pulsing through her mind: cold. In moderation of course, but Jack's icy touch had felt like lightning singing through her skin and in response everything else felt even hotter for it (both literally and metaphorically because for all of the ways Jack didn't align with the fairytale romance Flora had always wanted for herself, he was currently checking the box of having a magic touch). She wanted to feel it up the backs of her thighs, to feel it scraping along the lines of her muscles while the rest of her sweat with the heat of the pool and the captain's body.

I want to be when you fall on me like night
I wanna kill the lights

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!