flora
As if to punish his naughty fingers, Flora wraps the robe tightly around her body—oh no, look how it shows off her curves—and tightly re-knots the belt before suddenly dancing to the side as fingers of frost tickle up the backs of her legs. Swatting at her own skin before shooting Jack a reproachful look, the Doubletake straightens and twirls her finger through one of her curls to reform it. "Not the way I want." She snarks; no part of her wants to see Jack breathless with the effort of holding her aloft, his hands entirely useless as they're relegated to simply pinning her in place, the entire ordeal a battle against stamina (and not in the fun way).
"Unless you've got something else in mind?" Glancing around the room and not recognizing the purpose of even half of the device, Flora shrugs before helping herself to a mouthful of whiskey. "You know more about what we can do in here than I do." Besides, after all of her teasing it was probably the least she could do.
"Unless you've got something else in mind?" Glancing around the room and not recognizing the purpose of even half of the device, Flora shrugs before helping herself to a mouthful of whiskey. "You know more about what we can do in here than I do." Besides, after all of her teasing it was probably the least she could do.
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?
