flora
"I should, shouldn't I?" Flora agrees with a crooked smile before rolling her eyes and shifting onto her back with a weary laugh. Undoubtedly the Doubletake will fawn over whatever bruises or marks Jack comes away with, paying special attention to those gained by his unrestrained want of her. She might not even bother to heal them with fountain water once they were back on Torchline's shores, instead choosing to worship the marks as they faded from red to blue to yellow, doing nothing to hasten their healing if only to better cement the memory of how they'd come to be on the captain's skin.
"I do." The queen purrs, and as Jack draws her to her feet, she effortlessly fits herself against his side with her arms tangling loosely around his neck. Leaning against him as she lifts herself onto her toes, Flora steals a kiss that echoes the desire she'd felt for him on the couch, but where her fingers and heartbeat had raced before, her lips and tongue were now deliberately slow and thoughtful. "Or maybe I'll just keep doing them to you." The Doubletake counters wickedly as her fingers press against the base of his skull before trickling down his back as she tucks herself in against his side.
Accepting her glass of whiskey before slipping out from Jack's side, Flora goes to a corner of the room where a coat rack held a number of unassuming garments. One had caught her eye earlier on, and as she reached for it, draping the cool white silk robe over her body and fastening the belt, she glances over her shoulder toward Jack with a coy smile. "Very virginal." No doubt that was precisely the point and while it was an ill-suited metaphor for someone like Flora, she did look great in white.
"I do." The queen purrs, and as Jack draws her to her feet, she effortlessly fits herself against his side with her arms tangling loosely around his neck. Leaning against him as she lifts herself onto her toes, Flora steals a kiss that echoes the desire she'd felt for him on the couch, but where her fingers and heartbeat had raced before, her lips and tongue were now deliberately slow and thoughtful. "Or maybe I'll just keep doing them to you." The Doubletake counters wickedly as her fingers press against the base of his skull before trickling down his back as she tucks herself in against his side.
Accepting her glass of whiskey before slipping out from Jack's side, Flora goes to a corner of the room where a coat rack held a number of unassuming garments. One had caught her eye earlier on, and as she reached for it, draping the cool white silk robe over her body and fastening the belt, she glances over her shoulder toward Jack with a coy smile. "Very virginal." No doubt that was precisely the point and while it was an ill-suited metaphor for someone like Flora, she did look great in white.
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?
