this ain't for the best

flora

For a few shining moments, everything is blissfully easy and clear and calm. Flora doesn't think of Koa and how far away he always is, doesn't think of Asta and how he'd made her feel so special only to have it all torn down in an instant. She doesn't think of Starfall or heroes or comparative levels of strength, doesn't think of orbs or lilies or regional quests. Instead there's just a shimmering strand of decadence that connects her to Jack, stretched taught by the thrust of his hips and then left to hum with the combined reverberation of their pleasure. What escapes his mouth or hers, the way her limbs are forced to contort, Flora has utterly no capacity to comprehend, and if Jack is at all inclined, he's welcome to drown in the murky stillness the cocoons the queen's mind if he so chooses.

After however long, there's an ache in Flora's hip that suddenly bites into her consciousness forcing her to remove her leg from Jack's shoulder before shattering the calm waters of her mind. "That's exactly what I wanted." She hums, her tone one of dark satisfaction as her eyelashes flutter slowly open and her aqua stare lands smugly on him. "Sorry about your desk." Pressing her lips against Jack's, Flora slips her hand out from between her thighs in order to sit herself up, her mouth firm against his as her nipples brushed against his chest. "And for waking you up." She adds, her lips curling into a feline grin. Had he any suspicion at all as to her actual level of contrition, her thoughts would confirm that she wasn't sorry at all.

We can't make any promises now can we babe?
But you can make me a drink.

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!