flora
Delighted by the urgency in his movements and not simply because they mirrored her own, Flora's hands cling greedily against the captain's shoulders as he lifts her from the water. Refusing to allow his mouth to part from her own, as he thrusts himself roughly inside of her the air Flora sucks into her lungs comes directly from the captain's mouth, leaving her feeling all the dizzier for it. Moaning against his lips the queen rolls her hips forward as if there might yet be more of him to take, her heels pressing demandingly against his lower back.
Without the heat of the water around her the cold feels less like bolts of electricity and more like, well, cold. Nipping at his lower lip the queen wriggles herself forward, wanting to be back in the water even if it would mean dulling the force of his thrusts. (Also, given that it was Frey's Breath, Flora was quite convinced the diety would have added some antibacterial properties to the water which would allow people to fuck in it, and if she ended up needing to see Isla after this, the herald's shrine would be her next port of call after). Then again, given Jack's water magic, there was no need for him to have to deal with any properties of the springs that he didn't want to.
Flashing mental instructions into his mind—his fingertips tugging roughly at the skin of her inner thighs, freezing it, raking his nails up the swell of her ass and grasping her hips before completing the circuit again once her skin had warmed—Flora wrapped her arms around his neck for purchase, not caring at all for the way the wall of the spring would likely give her a bit of road-rash for being fucked up against it.
Without the heat of the water around her the cold feels less like bolts of electricity and more like, well, cold. Nipping at his lower lip the queen wriggles herself forward, wanting to be back in the water even if it would mean dulling the force of his thrusts. (Also, given that it was Frey's Breath, Flora was quite convinced the diety would have added some antibacterial properties to the water which would allow people to fuck in it, and if she ended up needing to see Isla after this, the herald's shrine would be her next port of call after). Then again, given Jack's water magic, there was no need for him to have to deal with any properties of the springs that he didn't want to.
Flashing mental instructions into his mind—his fingertips tugging roughly at the skin of her inner thighs, freezing it, raking his nails up the swell of her ass and grasping her hips before completing the circuit again once her skin had warmed—Flora wrapped her arms around his neck for purchase, not caring at all for the way the wall of the spring would likely give her a bit of road-rash for being fucked up against it.
I want to be when you fall on me like night
I wanna kill the lights
I wanna kill the lights
