flora
The petals burn away to cinders, adding heat to the fire that Jack's gaze already has blazing in her belly, and though Flora's fingers are reluctant to part from where they've tangled greedily around the captain's shoulders, it's with a wry smile and the pulse of something mischievous in her mind that she does so.
Wanting to make the sex good for Jack, Flora had learned long ago (even if she hadn't ever been fully able to give herself over to it), meant making it good for herself, and so, padding toward the crates and then stepping around them, Flora opens the door to the guild just a fraction. It's a risky thing to do, but then, so had been falling in love with a man like Jack. And although it was nothing new for Flora to enjoy others knowing what it was she was up to, tonight she wanted them all to know who it was she was up to it with.
Lifting herself up onto the crates and caring not at all what was inside—fuck whatever else they broke tonight, so long as it wasn't her heart, Flora could replace it—she leans back slightly in order to give Jack an unobstructed view of her body, before slipping a finger between her thighs and tracing a line up toward her clit that has her shivering with a bright pulse of garnet desire. "I want you." You; her mind wraps around the word, tendrils of bright gold encircling it, holding it tight. You. This. Us.
Wanting to make the sex good for Jack, Flora had learned long ago (even if she hadn't ever been fully able to give herself over to it), meant making it good for herself, and so, padding toward the crates and then stepping around them, Flora opens the door to the guild just a fraction. It's a risky thing to do, but then, so had been falling in love with a man like Jack. And although it was nothing new for Flora to enjoy others knowing what it was she was up to, tonight she wanted them all to know who it was she was up to it with.
Lifting herself up onto the crates and caring not at all what was inside—fuck whatever else they broke tonight, so long as it wasn't her heart, Flora could replace it—she leans back slightly in order to give Jack an unobstructed view of her body, before slipping a finger between her thighs and tracing a line up toward her clit that has her shivering with a bright pulse of garnet desire. "I want you." You; her mind wraps around the word, tendrils of bright gold encircling it, holding it tight. You. This. Us.
My house of stone, your ivy grows
And now I'm covered in you
And now I'm covered in you
