flora
Though the pout remains on her lips for a good few seconds more, Flora's thoughts are instantly made buoyant by the sound of Jack's laughter until the entirety of her mental landscape is glistening. Wrinkling her nose in his direction despite very much appreciating the sly compliment, the Doubletake relieves the captain of his cup once he's taken a sip, helping herself to one as well. "We should go back to the House of Midnight sometime." The memory of seeing her thoughts splashed out across the walls had done something to Flora, something she couldn't quite name but had always been eager to get back to.
Handing the captain back his cup—he'd either need to release her long enough to grab her own or they were going to quickly run out—Flora's head tips back as his mouth wanders down the length of her neck. Should anyone have walked in, the pair might have been the perfect advertisement of all the room was made for—the queen with her unbound blonde curls in the arms of a villainous dark-haired man whose ringed fingers whispered beneath the white silk of her robe—even if they hadn't made use of even a fraction of what the room had to offer.
"Yes you would." The words whisper through her grin as Flora arduously lifts her head, peering around the room. "How is that supposed to work?" She wonders, not needing to add context as she glances at the sex swing hanging from the ceiling. For all the ways in which swinging would probably be fun, how either of them were meant to great any real friction if they were constantly in motion, she couldn't understand.
Handing the captain back his cup—he'd either need to release her long enough to grab her own or they were going to quickly run out—Flora's head tips back as his mouth wanders down the length of her neck. Should anyone have walked in, the pair might have been the perfect advertisement of all the room was made for—the queen with her unbound blonde curls in the arms of a villainous dark-haired man whose ringed fingers whispered beneath the white silk of her robe—even if they hadn't made use of even a fraction of what the room had to offer.
"Yes you would." The words whisper through her grin as Flora arduously lifts her head, peering around the room. "How is that supposed to work?" She wonders, not needing to add context as she glances at the sex swing hanging from the ceiling. For all the ways in which swinging would probably be fun, how either of them were meant to great any real friction if they were constantly in motion, she couldn't understand.
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?
