flora
"I don't care." Flora says distractedly, licking her lips before her eyes flick toward the door. She could go and lock it...but really, who was going to come in? Asta or Danta? Her brother? She doubted it.
Sliding one leg over his shoulder, already the queen has to stifle back a moan just to feel his lips against her skin after what has felt like an eternity without. Truth be told she'd tried to touch herself to help her fall asleep the past few nights, to the thought of him—then to Koa and even Asta—before finding it all but impossible.
Pressing her head against the back of the wall as his tongue flicks inside of her, Flora hisses in a breath that has her thoughts sparking to life. No longer encumbered by thoughts of what are we, jack? or the need to hide her feelings from him, the queen's thoughts are wonderfully free and easy, the colours unguarded, their sheens bright.
Tugging off her dress with only a little effort—it had been too hot for a bra that morning—Flora reaches for one of Jack's hands, pressing his fingertips against her breast with a very particular suggestion in mind. Maybe it'd feel good and maybe it wouldn't, but if he could channel just a bit of his lightning into shocking her nipple, she thought she might enjoy that the same way she did his teeth.
Sliding one leg over his shoulder, already the queen has to stifle back a moan just to feel his lips against her skin after what has felt like an eternity without. Truth be told she'd tried to touch herself to help her fall asleep the past few nights, to the thought of him—then to Koa and even Asta—before finding it all but impossible.
Pressing her head against the back of the wall as his tongue flicks inside of her, Flora hisses in a breath that has her thoughts sparking to life. No longer encumbered by thoughts of what are we, jack? or the need to hide her feelings from him, the queen's thoughts are wonderfully free and easy, the colours unguarded, their sheens bright.
Tugging off her dress with only a little effort—it had been too hot for a bra that morning—Flora reaches for one of Jack's hands, pressing his fingertips against her breast with a very particular suggestion in mind. Maybe it'd feel good and maybe it wouldn't, but if he could channel just a bit of his lightning into shocking her nipple, she thought she might enjoy that the same way she did his teeth.
My house of stone, your ivy grows
And now I'm covered in you
And now I'm covered in you
