Flora
"That's because there are always better things to see in Stormbreak than the inside of a boat that always smells like dog." Flora quips before moving onto the subject of clothing, her thoughts a good deal more loose thanks to the waterfall gin now sparkling through her veins. "Y'know what we should do? We should have magical closets so we can always just...share." Whatever was on one side was on the other; not that she didn't want Mateo to visit of course.
Wanting Jack with the sort of recklessness of youth that had Flora dying to make up some excuse ("We'll do the dishes!") in order to drag him inside where he could fuck her against her parent's kitchen cabinets, as he leaned in toward her it took every ounce of self-restraint she had not to squirm in place to release some of the tension building between her thighs. Sipping in a breath that had no chance of making it to her lungs given the way her throat had all but locked up, Flora simultaneously flipped her brother off for his commentary as she pressed her lips whisper-soft against Jack's cheek. Gods I want you so much. She thinks, her mind like an aspen forest right at the end of the season: a riot of dry gold leaves and paper-thin white bark, just waiting for a single ember to set it all ablaze.
Wanting Jack with the sort of recklessness of youth that had Flora dying to make up some excuse ("We'll do the dishes!") in order to drag him inside where he could fuck her against her parent's kitchen cabinets, as he leaned in toward her it took every ounce of self-restraint she had not to squirm in place to release some of the tension building between her thighs. Sipping in a breath that had no chance of making it to her lungs given the way her throat had all but locked up, Flora simultaneously flipped her brother off for his commentary as she pressed her lips whisper-soft against Jack's cheek. Gods I want you so much. She thinks, her mind like an aspen forest right at the end of the season: a riot of dry gold leaves and paper-thin white bark, just waiting for a single ember to set it all ablaze.
I don't like slow motion double vision in rose blush
I don't like that falling feels like flying 'til the bone crush
I don't like that falling feels like flying 'til the bone crush
Code stolen from Queen Sky
