the corner I haunt

flora

Pressed against the captain's side with an arm curled around him, Flora certainly can feel the way the Ark relaxes him in a way almost nothing else came close to replicating, though she'd long known that about him. It was why in even her most foolish fantasies they almost always ended with the pair on the Ark; nights spent in her bed were a rarity, as they were in real life. That was an actual conversation for another time, though. "Alright then, when." She sasses, thinking that if he did tell her, they ought to make a point of at least noting the day as it passed by each year if only so that someone had an idea of how old the forever-35 captain actually was.

Lifting her brows, surprised not only that Jack let himself be bribed to be nice of all things, but that his son had anything worth bribing him with, she glances at the stone and gives her head a slight shake of confusion. "What's that?"

Gasping out a sound of flirtatious surprise as Jack tugs her against him—there might only be a skeleton crew, but that didn't mean the Doubletake was any less keen to perform for them—a small moan slips past her lips as his words tickle the baby-fine hairs on the back of her neck. "Yeah but...it only makes me happy thinking that it makes you happy." Flora counters, her palm fitting around the shape of his cock as she tangles an arm around his neck. And it's only going to make you happy if you can pluck it from my mind

My house of stone, your ivy grows
And now I'm covered in you

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!