flora
No, you probably shouldn't love someone more just because you have really good sex with them, but equally...fuck.
It's a real shame that Flora had missed the way the captain was brought to his knees, as that was the sort of imagery that might have sustained her for weeks both in bed and out of it. Alas she's left to piece together what must have happened based on the nearness of his mouth somewhere by her hair and the arm snaking out to reach across her body. His touch has her gasping softly, and while Flora certainly hasn't inherited Remi's penchant for sentimentality post-sex, on this occasion there is something overwhelmingly rosey and golden-edged that blossoms in her chest.
Slipping her hand from beneath her thighs with a small shiver and letting it cover Jack's, without opening her eyes a lopsided smile parts Flora's lips as her fingertip taps gently against the broken chain. "I don't remember leaving it like this." She hums teasingly before stretching out her other hand to curl her fingers into his hair. "Love you, too." Flora laughs and as she opens her eyes, it's almost a surprise to see a proper ceiling overhead rather than the wooden cabin she'd come to know so well.
Twisting as much as she was able without having to exert more effort than was required, Flora's aqua eyes peeped over the edge of the couch. "I would have stopped if I could." She admits, her smile hidden against the fabric and yet it had her eyes sparkling nonetheless.
It's a real shame that Flora had missed the way the captain was brought to his knees, as that was the sort of imagery that might have sustained her for weeks both in bed and out of it. Alas she's left to piece together what must have happened based on the nearness of his mouth somewhere by her hair and the arm snaking out to reach across her body. His touch has her gasping softly, and while Flora certainly hasn't inherited Remi's penchant for sentimentality post-sex, on this occasion there is something overwhelmingly rosey and golden-edged that blossoms in her chest.
Slipping her hand from beneath her thighs with a small shiver and letting it cover Jack's, without opening her eyes a lopsided smile parts Flora's lips as her fingertip taps gently against the broken chain. "I don't remember leaving it like this." She hums teasingly before stretching out her other hand to curl her fingers into his hair. "Love you, too." Flora laughs and as she opens her eyes, it's almost a surprise to see a proper ceiling overhead rather than the wooden cabin she'd come to know so well.
Twisting as much as she was able without having to exert more effort than was required, Flora's aqua eyes peeped over the edge of the couch. "I would have stopped if I could." She admits, her smile hidden against the fabric and yet it had her eyes sparkling nonetheless.
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?
