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It would be love if they let it. If she let it.
The worst part was, that Flora was starting to realize that for herself.
"Wh—" She starts to ask, her lips twisting into the sort of crooked and mischievous pout Koa so often drew out of her, but before her nose even started to wrinkle, his lips were on hers and he wasn't just kissing her, but kissing her.
The breath that shivers past her lips flows against her tongue and onto his as heat nips at her cheeks and fingers of incandescent light pulse inside of her belly. Her lips and tongue form all the words she desperately wanted to say to him, and it's only the barest shred of respect for the environment that they're in that Flora doesn't just drop her wine glass in order to plunge her fingers properly into his hair.
Koa, she wants to moan; a plea for more, for him to stop so that she could explain about Jack before things went too far and it felt like a betrayal, a demand that he never leaves her side, a promise to stay like this for always.
Tugging him gently against her that he might pin her against the railing of the bridge, Flora opts to breathlessly deepen their kiss one last time before she's forced to gasp for air against his mouth. This was when she should tell him. She could whisper Hey guess what? again, only to respond with an ever so slightly different answer. One that would change everything. With the young dragoon flush against her and the heat of his body and the press of his hands driving her utterly insane, it was hard to reconcile her feelings for the captain. How could she want someone who so clearly didn't want her back? Who acted like a few smiles and a handful of kind gestures done with no shortage of frustration could be called genuine affection? Especially when the man before her did want her the way she wanted to be wanted. The way she wanted to be loved, bumbling and stupid and young as he was (as they both were).
"Gods you've gotten good at that." Flora pants softly, not trusting the things which otherwise might be said if she allowed any amount of silence to linger between them.
The worst part was, that Flora was starting to realize that for herself.
"Wh—" She starts to ask, her lips twisting into the sort of crooked and mischievous pout Koa so often drew out of her, but before her nose even started to wrinkle, his lips were on hers and he wasn't just kissing her, but kissing her.
The breath that shivers past her lips flows against her tongue and onto his as heat nips at her cheeks and fingers of incandescent light pulse inside of her belly. Her lips and tongue form all the words she desperately wanted to say to him, and it's only the barest shred of respect for the environment that they're in that Flora doesn't just drop her wine glass in order to plunge her fingers properly into his hair.
Koa, she wants to moan; a plea for more, for him to stop so that she could explain about Jack before things went too far and it felt like a betrayal, a demand that he never leaves her side, a promise to stay like this for always.
Tugging him gently against her that he might pin her against the railing of the bridge, Flora opts to breathlessly deepen their kiss one last time before she's forced to gasp for air against his mouth. This was when she should tell him. She could whisper Hey guess what? again, only to respond with an ever so slightly different answer. One that would change everything. With the young dragoon flush against her and the heat of his body and the press of his hands driving her utterly insane, it was hard to reconcile her feelings for the captain. How could she want someone who so clearly didn't want her back? Who acted like a few smiles and a handful of kind gestures done with no shortage of frustration could be called genuine affection? Especially when the man before her did want her the way she wanted to be wanted. The way she wanted to be loved, bumbling and stupid and young as he was (as they both were).
"Gods you've gotten good at that." Flora pants softly, not trusting the things which otherwise might be said if she allowed any amount of silence to linger between them.
