flora
"You couldn't." Flora agrees simply, her bottom lip caught between her teeth as she lifts her chin, welcoming his gaze.
If it's hastiness that has the captain remaining mostly clothed or some attempt to keep the serpent on his ribs hidden, Flora neither knows nor cares. As Jack reaches for her wrist, the queen's thoughts flash antagonizingly, daring him to replace the finger he'd just removed with something better, before the swirl of his tongue against the tip of her finger has a shaky breath slipping past her lips. Clutching at him, Jack will find Flora's mouth quite insatiable, unlike the very first time the pair had been together, with Flora doing everything she could to seem hot and knowing as she hovered ignorantly above him on her couch, now the queen had dispensed with every pretense and disingenuous gesture, focusing only on amplifying her pleasure and by extension, his as well.
"—fuck me, ja—" Flora starts to say as he presses himself between her legs and lingers before she's suddenly filled by him in a way that momentarily blanches her thoughts. Outside the door, someone on their way to the bathroom stops, their attention drawn by the sound of Flora's moans, their gaze drawn to the silhouette of the queen's breast and the captain's hands fitted around her waist.
If it's hastiness that has the captain remaining mostly clothed or some attempt to keep the serpent on his ribs hidden, Flora neither knows nor cares. As Jack reaches for her wrist, the queen's thoughts flash antagonizingly, daring him to replace the finger he'd just removed with something better, before the swirl of his tongue against the tip of her finger has a shaky breath slipping past her lips. Clutching at him, Jack will find Flora's mouth quite insatiable, unlike the very first time the pair had been together, with Flora doing everything she could to seem hot and knowing as she hovered ignorantly above him on her couch, now the queen had dispensed with every pretense and disingenuous gesture, focusing only on amplifying her pleasure and by extension, his as well.
"—fuck me, ja—" Flora starts to say as he presses himself between her legs and lingers before she's suddenly filled by him in a way that momentarily blanches her thoughts. Outside the door, someone on their way to the bathroom stops, their attention drawn by the sound of Flora's moans, their gaze drawn to the silhouette of the queen's breast and the captain's hands fitted around her waist.
My house of stone, your ivy grows
And now I'm covered in you
And now I'm covered in you
