never be so kind you forget to be clever
"One, I am confident." Flora purrs, and as she rolls onto her side to assume the position of little spoon, the fact that the wiggle in her hips has her ass brushing teasingly against Jack's half-mast is likely pure coincidence. (it isn't, not even a little). "And two, not that my mother wouldn't love a bit of drama at her wedding, but if it came at her daughter's expense I can promise you she'd have both of their heads on a platter without getting so much as a drop of blood on her dress." Whether that meant Hotaru would have someone else do it for her or that the Valkyrie would be able to convince them to place their necks into the guillotine themselves was something Jack could wonder about as they fell asleep.
Feeling far too comfortable to bother with covering them up, instead, Flora just reaches for Jack's arm, draping it around herself the way one might a blanket and then shifting against him to once again eliminate the space between them. Whatever his feelings about spooning, the Doubletake was so thoroughly delighted at the feeling of it as to swamp whatever grumpiness he might have tried to harbour.
"Love you," Flora whispers dreamily only seconds before sleep finally claimed her.
~FIN
Feeling far too comfortable to bother with covering them up, instead, Flora just reaches for Jack's arm, draping it around herself the way one might a blanket and then shifting against him to once again eliminate the space between them. Whatever his feelings about spooning, the Doubletake was so thoroughly delighted at the feeling of it as to swamp whatever grumpiness he might have tried to harbour.
"Love you," Flora whispers dreamily only seconds before sleep finally claimed her.
~FIN
