flora
"Mm?" Having crumpled forward against Jack's chest at some point, as Flora blinks her eyes open she's only aware of the salty-sea taste of the captain's skin against her lips and the deep bronze of his skin. Pressing one hand against the mattress, her aqua eyes still hooded and hazy, she glances toward his hands, huffing a shivery and apologetic laugh. Having been taught to tie knots by none other than the captain's crew, Flora is able to release him with a few quick tugs, before twisting atop him and freeing his legs. His pants were still bunched up around his ankles, but that seemed very far away from where she currently was perched, and Flora thought that if Jack really wanted the full use of his legs, he could kick himself free of his jeans.
Twisting back to centre and sighing softly as sensation begins to work its way back into her muscles and limbs, the Doubletake rests her hands gently against the captain's chest, before leaning down and fitting her lips against his. Where do you want me? She wondered silently as her tongue wrote hasty apologies for the strain on his wrists.
Twisting back to centre and sighing softly as sensation begins to work its way back into her muscles and limbs, the Doubletake rests her hands gently against the captain's chest, before leaning down and fitting her lips against his. Where do you want me? She wondered silently as her tongue wrote hasty apologies for the strain on his wrists.
My house of stone, your ivy grows
And now I'm covered in you
And now I'm covered in you
