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"To fuck you?" Flora clarifies before shooting Jack a what the fuck do you think? look that her thoughts automatically underscore with a sweltering wave of heat. That's the thing about these youths you keep surrounding yourself with, Jack: they're insatiable, all the more when you give them a taste of what they want. Of what they've been craving for months on end. Besides, it's only fair to give the skeleton crew who'd been forced to remain on the Ark a taste of what they'd missed out on by not going to the Hanged Man, right? "Of course I want you."
It's times such as these that it's beneficial to them both that Flora has opted to go for blocking the captain's thoughts, rather than trying to weedle her way into reading his own, lest silent comments like that one get him into hot water that even his magic couldn't cool. Rising onto her toes and griping his side for balance, Flora hums her agreement, her smile sly against his lips as she pulls away. "I do wonder what it will feel like, though." She hums softly. "When I am strong enough to keep you out." What his mental touch might be like, the places he'd try and breakthrough, the silent struggles they might wage against one another. Flora being who and what she was of course was thrilled by the possibility, always one to rise to a challenge, even if she naively thought that she wouldn't ever need to keep such a shield maintained around Jack.
It's times such as these that it's beneficial to them both that Flora has opted to go for blocking the captain's thoughts, rather than trying to weedle her way into reading his own, lest silent comments like that one get him into hot water that even his magic couldn't cool. Rising onto her toes and griping his side for balance, Flora hums her agreement, her smile sly against his lips as she pulls away. "I do wonder what it will feel like, though." She hums softly. "When I am strong enough to keep you out." What his mental touch might be like, the places he'd try and breakthrough, the silent struggles they might wage against one another. Flora being who and what she was of course was thrilled by the possibility, always one to rise to a challenge, even if she naively thought that she wouldn't ever need to keep such a shield maintained around Jack.
My house of stone, your ivy grows
And now I'm covered in you
And now I'm covered in you
