flora
"What, like right around LongNight?" The queen purrs suggestively, her smile causing spiderwebs to stretch out in her mind that, over the next few seasons, will constantly be catching and holding onto ideas for how best to celebrate the captain's first immortal birthday. Glancing at the ring, the queen huffs quietly under her breath. Whether it was just happenstance that Jack was given an item so perfectly suited to him—something easily overlooked that in fact made him more of a threat than he already was—Flora just raises a brow before smirking. "And all of this time I could have just been bribing you to want me." She hums, though they both know that wasn't true. Not the part about being able to bribe him into wanting her, Jack had put that on the table from day 1; the part about Flora actually doing it.
The evening air against her bare skin has Flora sipping in a stilted breath as rivers of fire begin to course through her. While the crew might not have been looking, in her mind they were, their eyes drawn to the moon-pale crescent of skin that Jack's greedy fingers had revealed. "Oh no," the queen laments. Pressing herself against him, she curls one leg around his waist, and where her flexibility might have properly given the crew something to look at, the midnight shadows cast by Jack's body kept her modesty intact. Digging her heel against him and rising up onto her toe, graceful as any dancer might, she presses her mouth against his in a kiss that's as slow as it is wicked. Tonight I'm going to fuck you, until it's you moaning my name. Until you're begging me to let you cum.
The evening air against her bare skin has Flora sipping in a stilted breath as rivers of fire begin to course through her. While the crew might not have been looking, in her mind they were, their eyes drawn to the moon-pale crescent of skin that Jack's greedy fingers had revealed. "Oh no," the queen laments. Pressing herself against him, she curls one leg around his waist, and where her flexibility might have properly given the crew something to look at, the midnight shadows cast by Jack's body kept her modesty intact. Digging her heel against him and rising up onto her toe, graceful as any dancer might, she presses her mouth against his in a kiss that's as slow as it is wicked. Tonight I'm going to fuck you, until it's you moaning my name. Until you're begging me to let you cum.
My house of stone, your ivy grows
And now I'm covered in you
And now I'm covered in you
