we write out the ends on our palms, then forget to read
"I mean..." Butterflies take flight in Flora's stomach, and as if to keep them pinned in her throat before they can escape, she presses a rapidly expanding smile against Jack's neck against which she huffs a laugh. "..the last time went so well, and we hardly made use of most of what was in that room.." Either the pair had just gotten lucky in their experimentation that afternoon in Stormbreak, or, in the right hands (Jack's, specifically), the Doubletake was rather receptive to trying out new things.
"That'd be nice." Flora agrees, following lazily in Jack's wake. Though she'd never said so before, the queen was utterly entranced by the captain's casual power over water, watching with a hungry stare as he effortlessly pulled rivulets of water from his bronze skin to dry himself. Certainly not wanting to linger in the cold air but not necessarily wanting to cover herself with a towel immediately either, as Flora pulled herself out of the hot springs, she did so with all the poise and control of a swimsuit model trying to market the hell out of the red bikini she wore.
"Help a girl out, would you?" Striding toward the captain fully intending to wrap her arms around his neck and push her body against his, Jack could either do as she'd asked or risk being made wet again himself.
"That'd be nice." Flora agrees, following lazily in Jack's wake. Though she'd never said so before, the queen was utterly entranced by the captain's casual power over water, watching with a hungry stare as he effortlessly pulled rivulets of water from his bronze skin to dry himself. Certainly not wanting to linger in the cold air but not necessarily wanting to cover herself with a towel immediately either, as Flora pulled herself out of the hot springs, she did so with all the poise and control of a swimsuit model trying to market the hell out of the red bikini she wore.
"Help a girl out, would you?" Striding toward the captain fully intending to wrap her arms around his neck and push her body against his, Jack could either do as she'd asked or risk being made wet again himself.
