never be so kind you forget to be clever
Feeling the pull of fabric against the side of her hip only seconds before the lace is forced to tear away, there's no need for Flora to tell Jack that he'd done exactly the right thing, but her mind screams it just the same. Though Flora was almost always an active participant in their sex life, as she'd found out in Molly's when Jack had all but used her body as a glorified fleshlight due to her weightlessness, there was something to being used by him that had her heart racing. So as Jack lifted her hips Flora melted against his hand, her body pliant and soft in all the right places, before growing taut beneath him as he filled her in a way that seemed more than just physical. "Gods I love you," She grated out breathlessly against his shoulder as if the words had been forced from her lungs; her legs wrapped around his hips to try and pin the feeling of that initial thrust in place even as his lips descended down her chest.
Where some might have considered missionary boring, feeling Jack's weight overtop of her had the Doubletake dizzy with desire, her body writhing beneath his to take in more of him with every thrust, to find herself even closer to him if such a thing were possible. Maybe she'd gotten it from her father, but Flora would have made her home among Jack's bones if she could have, becoming even more a part of him than the floral spray on his arm. In moments like this one, that desire became a desperate need that her grasping fingers and stifled moans all gestured vaguely toward.
Where some might have considered missionary boring, feeling Jack's weight overtop of her had the Doubletake dizzy with desire, her body writhing beneath his to take in more of him with every thrust, to find herself even closer to him if such a thing were possible. Maybe she'd gotten it from her father, but Flora would have made her home among Jack's bones if she could have, becoming even more a part of him than the floral spray on his arm. In moments like this one, that desire became a desperate need that her grasping fingers and stifled moans all gestured vaguely toward.
