flora
Flora's touch loses its exploratory softness as her thumb presses against his skin hard enough to have it shifting over the muscle and bone below. Whatever the tattoo was supposed to represent, it was still just skin that didn't have to mean anything more than that Jack was a vain bastard afraid of getting old. (Okay, she knew it was more than that, but if he didn't want her to get more weird about it, he could accept that description of it).
"Oh I see." Her nails scratch invitingly down his side as she presses herself against him. "So all I need to do is get a cheese grater in order to give you gray hair?" With her thoughts bright with mischief, Flora stands on her toes to steal a kiss from Jack, adoring the taste of whiskey and smoke directly from his lips.
Reaching for the bottle by her feet, Flora slips an arm back around the captain's waist; on his right side, away from the serpent. "So when do you think they'll show up?"
"Oh I see." Her nails scratch invitingly down his side as she presses herself against him. "So all I need to do is get a cheese grater in order to give you gray hair?" With her thoughts bright with mischief, Flora stands on her toes to steal a kiss from Jack, adoring the taste of whiskey and smoke directly from his lips.
Reaching for the bottle by her feet, Flora slips an arm back around the captain's waist; on his right side, away from the serpent. "So when do you think they'll show up?"
My house of stone, your ivy grows
And now I'm covered in you
And now I'm covered in you
