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And so she does.
All aboard the Ark will find themselves either tugged from sleep, serenaded while on duty, or have their dreams invaded by the Doubletake's moans as she gasps Jack's name again and again. Having forgotten entirely what she'd been running away from, Flora thinks of only what she'd been running to, and the fact that she'd found Jack welcoming and wanting was perhaps the most dangerous situation with him she'd ever found herself in.
In response to the way the fingers between her thighs had begun to grow frenzied with the nearness of her orgasm, the ones in Jack's hair had likewise began to sporadically pull and tug. Opening her eyes to peer at him up the length of her torso, the gueen shivers at both the sight and feel of his cheek against her thigh. The thoughts the flicker through her mind are certainly not of love just then, though they do bear a familiar resemblance. Perhaps it's closer to coveting, to some bastardized form of possessiveness that masquerades as desire in order to hide what it really was. Either way, as the gravitational tug of her orgasm pulled at her for a second time, Flora's thoughts were wonderfully doused in lascivious shades of violet and wine as she slammed her palm down onto the edge of the desk for better purchase. "Jack-" She cried out, her voice lifting as the tidal pull of her orgasm crashed down against her.
All aboard the Ark will find themselves either tugged from sleep, serenaded while on duty, or have their dreams invaded by the Doubletake's moans as she gasps Jack's name again and again. Having forgotten entirely what she'd been running away from, Flora thinks of only what she'd been running to, and the fact that she'd found Jack welcoming and wanting was perhaps the most dangerous situation with him she'd ever found herself in.
In response to the way the fingers between her thighs had begun to grow frenzied with the nearness of her orgasm, the ones in Jack's hair had likewise began to sporadically pull and tug. Opening her eyes to peer at him up the length of her torso, the gueen shivers at both the sight and feel of his cheek against her thigh. The thoughts the flicker through her mind are certainly not of love just then, though they do bear a familiar resemblance. Perhaps it's closer to coveting, to some bastardized form of possessiveness that masquerades as desire in order to hide what it really was. Either way, as the gravitational tug of her orgasm pulled at her for a second time, Flora's thoughts were wonderfully doused in lascivious shades of violet and wine as she slammed her palm down onto the edge of the desk for better purchase. "Jack-" She cried out, her voice lifting as the tidal pull of her orgasm crashed down against her.
We can't make any promises now can we babe?
But you can make me a drink.
But you can make me a drink.
