flora
"By all means if that's what you'd prefer to be doing.." The queen taunts in a low voice as she presses her body against his, deliciously young and full of seemingly limitless energy and delight.
Gasping against the chill, even though she'd known what to expect it still stole the air from her lungs in a way likely all of Halo was familiar with. "Gods, that feels.." Good didn't even begin to cover it, but conveniently in the presence of a telepath Flora had learned she didn't need to spend much time on perfecting her adjectives. Instead she merely let the snowflake streaks of sensation burst through her thoughts, magnifying everything for a moment before the movement of Jack's fingers had heat rewarming her skin and leaving her gasping all over again.
"nnnnnn—" The queen whimpers against the captain's mouth as her nipple grows hard and cold, her fingers tugging at his hair before the sensation overwhelms her mind and she pulls away from his mouth. Almost desperately she pushes his head down as she arches her back, directing her nipple into his mouth where his hot tongue might work its own magic. The cold on her breasts had her feeling a touch itchy and and shaky within her own body—not a feeling she'd have placed terribly high up on the list of things she liked—but gods the sudden influx of heat eliminated any and all doubts such that the queen wasn't planning on releasing Jack's mouth from her nipple until he undid the magic of his hands.
Gasping against the chill, even though she'd known what to expect it still stole the air from her lungs in a way likely all of Halo was familiar with. "Gods, that feels.." Good didn't even begin to cover it, but conveniently in the presence of a telepath Flora had learned she didn't need to spend much time on perfecting her adjectives. Instead she merely let the snowflake streaks of sensation burst through her thoughts, magnifying everything for a moment before the movement of Jack's fingers had heat rewarming her skin and leaving her gasping all over again.
"nnnnnn—" The queen whimpers against the captain's mouth as her nipple grows hard and cold, her fingers tugging at his hair before the sensation overwhelms her mind and she pulls away from his mouth. Almost desperately she pushes his head down as she arches her back, directing her nipple into his mouth where his hot tongue might work its own magic. The cold on her breasts had her feeling a touch itchy and and shaky within her own body—not a feeling she'd have placed terribly high up on the list of things she liked—but gods the sudden influx of heat eliminated any and all doubts such that the queen wasn't planning on releasing Jack's mouth from her nipple until he undid the magic of his hands.
I want to be when you fall on me like night
I wanna kill the lights
I wanna kill the lights
