your touch brought forth an incandescent glow, tarnished but so grand
That portions of her hips and arms have gone numb because of the cold doesn't even register to Flora, not with the latent ripples of pleasure still burning so brightly inside her body and mind. Rather than standing on a shoreline of black and white, instead she and Jack are somewhere far, far away. In the tropical waters of the Arclight, perhaps, where there's nothing but water and the press of each other for miles and miles around.
That that isn't their reality has Flora groaning as Jack straightens, and as unwilling as the Doubletake is to move much at all, she does toss the blanket up and over Jack's shoulders, using it to bind him against her as much as help to keep him warm.
Almost always happy to ruin a moment with words, the queen nevertheless stays silent for a little while longer, her head tilted against Jack's. "Still grumpy I made you come out here?" Flora whispers menacingly, twisting her neck as far as possible if only to brush the cold tip of her nose against one of Jack's cheeks.
That that isn't their reality has Flora groaning as Jack straightens, and as unwilling as the Doubletake is to move much at all, she does toss the blanket up and over Jack's shoulders, using it to bind him against her as much as help to keep him warm.
Almost always happy to ruin a moment with words, the queen nevertheless stays silent for a little while longer, her head tilted against Jack's. "Still grumpy I made you come out here?" Flora whispers menacingly, twisting her neck as far as possible if only to brush the cold tip of her nose against one of Jack's cheeks.
