your touch brought forth an incandescent glow, tarnished but so grand
Leaning up, Flora presses her lips softly against Jack's. It's the sort of kiss that isn't without passion or heat, and while her aim is to keep it firmly in the realm of affectionate, there is something mildly desperate in the way some small part of her wants to cling to him—to this moment, rather—and never let it go. She doesn't, linger that is, instead pulling away with a small smile that's nowhere near indicative of the fumbling fingers inside of her mind that are tying their hasty knots and adjusting the furniture of her thoughts to hide what was briefly revealed. A well-placed palm tree here, a couch there, one of those globes that opens up to be a bar, and voila, all thoughts of love safely pushed out of sight.
With a small scrunch of her nose, Flora lifts herself off of Jack, not bothering to reach forher his shirt, but instead trying to tuck herself back under the sheets the way she had been when they'd first woken up. "Will the crew worry about you...?" She whispers, glancing vaguely toward his locked door and the crew who have been left to their own devices for more than a day now.
With a small scrunch of her nose, Flora lifts herself off of Jack, not bothering to reach for
