flora
"Very." Flora purrs, her joy hiccuping in the back of her throat as her smile utterly runs away with her. It's the sort of moment that should have come with its own soundtrack and wind machine. The sort that should blur into a montage of sun-chapped lips, hastily open and then slammed doors, clothes torn off and hands clasping bright white sheets. It doesn't, though, and gods if the stroll back to her home feels painfully and unfairly long, especially when Flora has little else to do other than fixate on the muscle groups she can feel flexing both necessarily and needlessly beneath her.
Nuzzling her nose forward and pressing it in the soft cleft just below Koa's ear, Flora sighs dreamily as her fingers slide inconspicuously beneath the collar of his shirt. "Yeah, you definitely need a shower." She whispers in a heated voice as her fingertips come away sticky with salt and sand and sweat, her thighs tightening noticeably around him.
Nuzzling her nose forward and pressing it in the soft cleft just below Koa's ear, Flora sighs dreamily as her fingers slide inconspicuously beneath the collar of his shirt. "Yeah, you definitely need a shower." She whispers in a heated voice as her fingertips come away sticky with salt and sand and sweat, her thighs tightening noticeably around him.
My house of stone, your ivy grows
And now I'm covered in you
And now I'm covered in you
