we write out the ends on our palms, then forget to read
"Are you though?" Flora was fairly certain that Jack hadn't yet broken any promises to her (then again the only ones she could recall him ever making were ones quickly completed with his tongue, hips, or hands), and while his crew might think him a man of his word, she wasn't so sure the rest of Torchline did. Not that she cared in the slightest.
Grinning fiendishly to feel the warm press of Jack's body against her, Flora lifts her chin in order to spy him out of the corner of one eye as she rests her head against his shoulder. "You do that, and I'm dragging you with me." She whispers in return, twining her arms around his neck once more. Had she been privy to his thoughts, Flora might have reminded the captain how quick he was to risk his most sensitive appendage out on the bay where it was arguably even older, but never mind.
Letting her eyes slip closed that the lines of crimson and garnet threading through her thoughts might better guide the captain's teasing fingers, Flora nevertheless found herself rising onto her toes and arching her back as if that might somehow make up for the frustrating amount of fabric that kept Jack's hands from where she really wanted them to be. As her mind begins to wander, flitting down the well-worn pathways leading to lurid memories that she'd had with the captain, no doubt Jack will magically hear the approach of several of his crew who are keen to try out the hot springs for themselves.
Grinning fiendishly to feel the warm press of Jack's body against her, Flora lifts her chin in order to spy him out of the corner of one eye as she rests her head against his shoulder. "You do that, and I'm dragging you with me." She whispers in return, twining her arms around his neck once more. Had she been privy to his thoughts, Flora might have reminded the captain how quick he was to risk his most sensitive appendage out on the bay where it was arguably even older, but never mind.
Letting her eyes slip closed that the lines of crimson and garnet threading through her thoughts might better guide the captain's teasing fingers, Flora nevertheless found herself rising onto her toes and arching her back as if that might somehow make up for the frustrating amount of fabric that kept Jack's hands from where she really wanted them to be. As her mind begins to wander, flitting down the well-worn pathways leading to lurid memories that she'd had with the captain, no doubt Jack will magically hear the approach of several of his crew who are keen to try out the hot springs for themselves.
