flora
"You're telling me." Rolling her eyes, the queen can only mentally shrug at the way her evening had previously threatened to drag itself out until dawn began to illuminate her room, heralding the end of another sleepless night.
"Oh am I ever." The queen agrees, her smile wicked as she leans down—making absolutely no attempt to keep her dress from riding up—to snatch her underwear off the floor and cram them behind the bar. It was one thing not to wear them, it was another to leave them lying around, especially in her guild.
Straightening and returning to his side, Flora's thoughts flare with the thrill of Jack's arm around her as a laugh slips past her lips. "Mmm, maybe I'll even let you have a sip or two." Grinning, she slides her arm around his waist in return, slipping out the door and pausing only long enough for Jack to tug it closed behind them. She'd deal with whatever they'd broken in the morning.
You'll have to tell me what they all are thinking, she thinks, glancing up at him with a knowing smile before parting from him as they reach the bar. The type of rum she's after might be top shelf, but it's actually kept in a cupboard beneath the bar where few would otherwise think to look for something of that quality. Whispering to her servers that they'd be on their own and not to let things get too rowdy—an order that's met with a snort of laughter—if Flora's hips roll a little more than they normally would as she sashays back to Jack's side, it's only to fill the captain's mind with the consequences of his decision not to give her her underwear back before sending her off into such a public space.
"Oh am I ever." The queen agrees, her smile wicked as she leans down—making absolutely no attempt to keep her dress from riding up—to snatch her underwear off the floor and cram them behind the bar. It was one thing not to wear them, it was another to leave them lying around, especially in her guild.
Straightening and returning to his side, Flora's thoughts flare with the thrill of Jack's arm around her as a laugh slips past her lips. "Mmm, maybe I'll even let you have a sip or two." Grinning, she slides her arm around his waist in return, slipping out the door and pausing only long enough for Jack to tug it closed behind them. She'd deal with whatever they'd broken in the morning.
You'll have to tell me what they all are thinking, she thinks, glancing up at him with a knowing smile before parting from him as they reach the bar. The type of rum she's after might be top shelf, but it's actually kept in a cupboard beneath the bar where few would otherwise think to look for something of that quality. Whispering to her servers that they'd be on their own and not to let things get too rowdy—an order that's met with a snort of laughter—if Flora's hips roll a little more than they normally would as she sashays back to Jack's side, it's only to fill the captain's mind with the consequences of his decision not to give her her underwear back before sending her off into such a public space.
My house of stone, your ivy grows
And now I'm covered in you
And now I'm covered in you
