flora
Feeling like crying in sheer relief and joy at how impossibly good that had felt—and because in all honestly, Flora hadn't been expecting anything to happen between her and the captain on his particular outing, bikinis and skimpy black shorts aside—the queen is left breathless with pleasure and laughter both as she leans her head against his arm where it quivers next to her own on the rocks.
Rolling her hips gently forward, no doubt any lingering roughness would have had them both hissing with displeasure, Flora shakily turns. Lifting sea-blue eyes up towards him, her face flushed and her emotions a lazy river of euphoria, she curls her arms around his neck and steals a kiss that's unintentionally passionate and lingering. Standing on her toes she presses herself softly against him, utterly infatuated with him and growing slightly less afraid to think it, let alone show it.
Parting, Flora gives the captain an abruptly playful nudge with her shoulder. "Fuck you," she laughs, as if meaning to scold him for only having fucked her like that months into things.
Rolling her hips gently forward, no doubt any lingering roughness would have had them both hissing with displeasure, Flora shakily turns. Lifting sea-blue eyes up towards him, her face flushed and her emotions a lazy river of euphoria, she curls her arms around his neck and steals a kiss that's unintentionally passionate and lingering. Standing on her toes she presses herself softly against him, utterly infatuated with him and growing slightly less afraid to think it, let alone show it.
Parting, Flora gives the captain an abruptly playful nudge with her shoulder. "Fuck you," she laughs, as if meaning to scold him for only having fucked her like that months into things.
I want to be when you fall on me like night
I wanna kill the lights
I wanna kill the lights
