flora
"What's wrong with a good couch?" Flora wonders innocently, though as she makes herself comfortable in Jack's lap, her long legs stretched comfortably over one of the arms of the throne, there's nothing at all innocent about the amount of skin that the silk robe reveals.
The captain's frown has a surge of naive optimism brightening Flora's thoughts, and while she'd like to think it was that that let him see the number so clearly in her mind, in reality they both knew it was simply the fact that he was really fucking good at this. Huffing her disappointment but not willing to quit yet, Flora leans forward, her tongue parting Jack's lips in the hope she might distract him in other ways. Shifting her hips in his lap, this time Flora doesn't think of a number but instead a shape—circle—hiding it behind layers of suggestive imagery, some real, some entirely imagined.
The captain's frown has a surge of naive optimism brightening Flora's thoughts, and while she'd like to think it was that that let him see the number so clearly in her mind, in reality they both knew it was simply the fact that he was really fucking good at this. Huffing her disappointment but not willing to quit yet, Flora leans forward, her tongue parting Jack's lips in the hope she might distract him in other ways. Shifting her hips in his lap, this time Flora doesn't think of a number but instead a shape—circle—hiding it behind layers of suggestive imagery, some real, some entirely imagined.
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?
