flora
"If that's your way of saying I need to exercise, you're going to regret it." Flora sasses back, though if anything it does have her wondering what sorts of exercises she might add to her daily routine if only to make sure that she's in a position to decidedly prove him wrong when the time comes.
Lifting her legs and twisting herself to the side in order to sit up, Flora peers up at the captain through hooded lashes as she considers. In her mind, she pictures her hands touching someone else and theirs touching her in return—the bodies flipping between a man and a woman of wildly different builds like flipping through a magazine—and while she does think it'd be a little bit hot to see someone manhandling Jack, she'd actually much prefer to see him in a position of control. "A woman, I think." She answers, rising from the couch and shimmying casually out of her overalls revealing a pair of underwear that perfectly match her bralette. "Maybe I could fuck her, too."
Glancing at the captain over one shoulder as the ring on her finger pulses with heat, Flora grins as she wanders toward where the plethora of handcuffs the room had to offer were kept. Selecting a pair made out of leather rather than metal if only because she did expect the captain to strain somewhat and she thought the bite of the harder material would put a damper on things, Flora held them up for his approval, raising a brow.
Lifting her legs and twisting herself to the side in order to sit up, Flora peers up at the captain through hooded lashes as she considers. In her mind, she pictures her hands touching someone else and theirs touching her in return—the bodies flipping between a man and a woman of wildly different builds like flipping through a magazine—and while she does think it'd be a little bit hot to see someone manhandling Jack, she'd actually much prefer to see him in a position of control. "A woman, I think." She answers, rising from the couch and shimmying casually out of her overalls revealing a pair of underwear that perfectly match her bralette. "Maybe I could fuck her, too."
Glancing at the captain over one shoulder as the ring on her finger pulses with heat, Flora grins as she wanders toward where the plethora of handcuffs the room had to offer were kept. Selecting a pair made out of leather rather than metal if only because she did expect the captain to strain somewhat and she thought the bite of the harder material would put a damper on things, Flora held them up for his approval, raising a brow.
i scream for whatever it's worth
"i love you" ain't that the worst thing you've ever heard?
"i love you" ain't that the worst thing you've ever heard?
