flora
Flora's lips part to draw in a silent breath as his thumb brushes beneath the soft skin beneath her breast, the touch far too light in a way that makes the expression that has her brow furrowing appear almost to be one of pain, even as her thoughts sparkle with a wicked sort of delight.
Either or? No Jack, both.
"Definitely not." Flora hums greedily, and as she shakes her head she brushes her nose far too sweetly against his own for the sorts of salacious thoughts currently percolating in the back of her mind. What Flora wanted was for Jack to be able to have his hands all over her, and while she flirted for a moment with the idea of having him tie her up, she was pretty sure in the end she preferred to be able to paw at him over whatever pleasure she might get from the frustration of being denied it. "Wait.."
Twisting in his lap, the press of her ass against his thighs entirely by accident as she slipped out of his arms, Flora reaches for her cup of whiskey before wandering back toward the swing, eyeing the way it was attached to the ceiling. In fact she was looking at the length of the cables, wondering if they'd reach the wall. The idea of being properly fucked up against something was hot, but as Jack wasn't a demigod and had earned his fearsome reputation by a means other than brawn, the queen had always written it off purely as a fantasy.
Unless...
"Do you think it would reach?"
Either or? No Jack, both.
"Definitely not." Flora hums greedily, and as she shakes her head she brushes her nose far too sweetly against his own for the sorts of salacious thoughts currently percolating in the back of her mind. What Flora wanted was for Jack to be able to have his hands all over her, and while she flirted for a moment with the idea of having him tie her up, she was pretty sure in the end she preferred to be able to paw at him over whatever pleasure she might get from the frustration of being denied it. "Wait.."
Twisting in his lap, the press of her ass against his thighs entirely by accident as she slipped out of his arms, Flora reaches for her cup of whiskey before wandering back toward the swing, eyeing the way it was attached to the ceiling. In fact she was looking at the length of the cables, wondering if they'd reach the wall. The idea of being properly fucked up against something was hot, but as Jack wasn't a demigod and had earned his fearsome reputation by a means other than brawn, the queen had always written it off purely as a fantasy.
Unless...
"Do you think it would reach?"
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?
