never be so kind you forget to be clever
Once, Jack had accused Flora of not knowing anything about him. For the most part, she was able to set aside that comment as having been one he'd reached for in the heat of the moment, but it was difficult to ignore it completely, especially in times like this when there were very obvious gaps in the queen's knowledge of the captain and the things he'd gone through. Despite the way the words practically begged to be let out, Flora kept them caged behind her teeth, helping herself to a sip of rum right from the bottle before filling their glasses and softly padding up the stairs.
Without saying anything, the Doubletake sets the glasses down on the windowsill well within Jack's reach, before letting the smaller bottles tumble into her waiting hands. Placing those down as well—they're essential oils if the captain decides to look away from the water—Flora silently reaches over Jack's shoulders to unbutton the rest of his shirt, before softly pulling it off of him. No doubt he'd put up a fuss about being touched the way Flora was intending, but then, the queen wondered if the captain had ever been touched the way she was currently planning. She was almost certain he wouldn't have paid for it at the Halenani, and despite the way she was sure there were men and woman alike who'd have offered him the service for free—maybe begged to let them fawn over him when the deed was all said and done—Flora couldn't imagine him ever saying yes.
"Fuck your dad. And mine." The queen decides as she sprinkles a bit of oil onto her palm, the scent of it not unlike the sea, before warming it by rubbing her hands against one another and then smoothing her fingers against the tight muscles at the top of his shoulders.
Without saying anything, the Doubletake sets the glasses down on the windowsill well within Jack's reach, before letting the smaller bottles tumble into her waiting hands. Placing those down as well—they're essential oils if the captain decides to look away from the water—Flora silently reaches over Jack's shoulders to unbutton the rest of his shirt, before softly pulling it off of him. No doubt he'd put up a fuss about being touched the way Flora was intending, but then, the queen wondered if the captain had ever been touched the way she was currently planning. She was almost certain he wouldn't have paid for it at the Halenani, and despite the way she was sure there were men and woman alike who'd have offered him the service for free—maybe begged to let them fawn over him when the deed was all said and done—Flora couldn't imagine him ever saying yes.
"Fuck your dad. And mine." The queen decides as she sprinkles a bit of oil onto her palm, the scent of it not unlike the sea, before warming it by rubbing her hands against one another and then smoothing her fingers against the tight muscles at the top of his shoulders.
