your touch brought forth an incandescent glow, tarnished but so grand
You've got me.
The words fill her nearly as much as Jack does, and while the response from her body to the thrust of his hips is a shock of scarlet that knocks the air from her lungs, the echo of his voice has her thoughts drowning in shades of burnt gold. Moaning something that might have tried to be his name, Flora tries to grasp at the collar of his jacket with two of her fingers. Finding the inability to tangle her fingers against any part of him maddening, for the moment the need to be warm wins out, though the tremble in her fingers suggests it won't stay that way for long.
Wanting to feel more of him, Flora foolishly tried to lift one of her legs and tangle it around the captain's waist before being immediately reminded that they hadn't bothered to fully remove their clothes. Moaning her frustrating against his mother, the queen's thoughts grow frenzied for a moment as a brief internal war waged between making things better, and not parting from him for an instant.
"Gods," she huffs, the word accompanied by a puff of white. "Turn me around, I need more of you than this."
The words fill her nearly as much as Jack does, and while the response from her body to the thrust of his hips is a shock of scarlet that knocks the air from her lungs, the echo of his voice has her thoughts drowning in shades of burnt gold. Moaning something that might have tried to be his name, Flora tries to grasp at the collar of his jacket with two of her fingers. Finding the inability to tangle her fingers against any part of him maddening, for the moment the need to be warm wins out, though the tremble in her fingers suggests it won't stay that way for long.
Wanting to feel more of him, Flora foolishly tried to lift one of her legs and tangle it around the captain's waist before being immediately reminded that they hadn't bothered to fully remove their clothes. Moaning her frustrating against his mother, the queen's thoughts grow frenzied for a moment as a brief internal war waged between making things better, and not parting from him for an instant.
"Gods," she huffs, the word accompanied by a puff of white. "Turn me around, I need more of you than this."
