flora
It's lucky for them both, perhaps, that Flora has no shortage of fantasies from which to draw from, such that even though it might take a few moments for the captain to stir, the queen isn't at risk of running out of ideas and leaving his doorway. Luckier still, it doesn't occur to Flora to think that Jack might not be in, or worse, might not be alone.
As the door opens, the sight of the captain has something unspooling in Flora's belly; the way sleep still clings to him has the memory of the one actual night they'd spent together tickling at the back of her thoughts and wrapping soft hands around her throat that causes her breath to catch. Scratching her nails lightly across the muscles that point down past the buttons Jack had failed to do up as she slips in, Flora waits for the door to click closed before tangling her arms around the captain's shoulders in order to drag his lips against hers. Forgetting about her invisibility, for the moment Jack will have to rely on his sense of touch if he's at all interested in what Doubletake is wearing. Pressing herself against him, any amount of roaming on the part of his hands will reveal the way that only lace composes the top of the gown such that it fits Flora like a second skin, to where it envelopes her waist and curves in sleek sheets of satin beneath the lace that's cool to the touch thanks to the night air.
"I only put this on for you to tear it off." Flora whispers, and if Jack's hands haven't already started to wander over the lace corsetted around her, she'll set him on his way.
As the door opens, the sight of the captain has something unspooling in Flora's belly; the way sleep still clings to him has the memory of the one actual night they'd spent together tickling at the back of her thoughts and wrapping soft hands around her throat that causes her breath to catch. Scratching her nails lightly across the muscles that point down past the buttons Jack had failed to do up as she slips in, Flora waits for the door to click closed before tangling her arms around the captain's shoulders in order to drag his lips against hers. Forgetting about her invisibility, for the moment Jack will have to rely on his sense of touch if he's at all interested in what Doubletake is wearing. Pressing herself against him, any amount of roaming on the part of his hands will reveal the way that only lace composes the top of the gown such that it fits Flora like a second skin, to where it envelopes her waist and curves in sleek sheets of satin beneath the lace that's cool to the touch thanks to the night air.
"I only put this on for you to tear it off." Flora whispers, and if Jack's hands haven't already started to wander over the lace corsetted around her, she'll set him on his way.
We can't make any promises now can we babe?
But you can make me a drink.
But you can make me a drink.
