never be so kind you forget to be clever
Leaning forward, Flora presses her lips near the captain's ear. "Well, you'll like it." She assures him, and while her confidence might seem unwarranted, assuming Jack doesn't block her thoughts from his, the fact that she likes touching him—and gods, does she ever—ought to be more than enough to make it enjoyable for him.
Not noticing the spray of dark lines climbing toward his right shoulder at first, it's only as the Doubletake shifts to stand properly behind Jack that she notices the shadows falling along his right side seem to be in a pattern. "wh—" Immediately Flora's fingers pull back, her mind ridiculously thinking she might smear the delicate petals that her eyes are starting to make out amidst the shadows clinging to the captain's body. Flowers?
Breathless, Flora's mind explodes into the same vacant nothingness that often came post-orgasm, complete with the feeling of the world being swept out from beneath her feet.
Because they weren't just flowers, they were flora—
—and aside from flaying the skin from his body they'd be there forever, and—
Still not daring to breathe as if doing so would shatter the illusion she was currently letting herself believe, the queen lets her oil-warmed fingertips press back against his skin, trickling down his arm properly this time as if to make sure that the ink wouldn't fade beneath her touch.
"Ewwwuhh." Flora groans under her breath, having half a mind to knee the captain in the back for putting the thought into her mind in the first place. But, on that note..."As long as you're around, I have no plans to fuck anyone else." She murmurs softly.
Not noticing the spray of dark lines climbing toward his right shoulder at first, it's only as the Doubletake shifts to stand properly behind Jack that she notices the shadows falling along his right side seem to be in a pattern. "wh—" Immediately Flora's fingers pull back, her mind ridiculously thinking she might smear the delicate petals that her eyes are starting to make out amidst the shadows clinging to the captain's body. Flowers?
Breathless, Flora's mind explodes into the same vacant nothingness that often came post-orgasm, complete with the feeling of the world being swept out from beneath her feet.
Because they weren't just flowers, they were flora—
—and aside from flaying the skin from his body they'd be there forever, and—
Still not daring to breathe as if doing so would shatter the illusion she was currently letting herself believe, the queen lets her oil-warmed fingertips press back against his skin, trickling down his arm properly this time as if to make sure that the ink wouldn't fade beneath her touch.
"Ewwwuhh." Flora groans under her breath, having half a mind to knee the captain in the back for putting the thought into her mind in the first place. But, on that note..."As long as you're around, I have no plans to fuck anyone else." She murmurs softly.
