blood ties

Flora

'So you do admit it!' Flora declares triumphantly, swirling the clear liquid in her glass for emphasis as she smirks in Mateo's direction. "No wonder you never let me on La Verbena anymore. It's because you'd lose half your closet if I did." Sure, there were some of Mateo's things in her closet, but she'd bet he took more than she ever had over the years.

Later, perhaps, Flora will tease the good captain about just how thick he could lay on the charm when he wanted, but in the moment she was utterly undone by it. Sporting a crimson flush that spread over more than just the bridge of her nose, her mouth hardly had time to do more than crumple into a helpless smile before her lips were parting against his, her tongue begging him for more. Trying to hide how utterly breathless she'd become, as they parted the queen could only stare at the captain a touch unsteadily, her mind thinking of sex-swings and walls with her thoughts splashed out across them. Twisting slightly in place, Flora downed the remainder of her gin before leaning forward to refill her glass in order to hide the way he fingers had started to shake subtly.

I don't like slow motion double vision in rose blush
I don't like that falling feels like flying 'til the bone crush

Code stolen from Queen Sky