we write out the ends on our palms, then forget to read
Stifling a soft moan as Jack's fingers tease her through her clothing, as the captain feints forward, Flora's arms tighten mercilessly around his neck, fully prepared to make good on her thread/promise of bringing him with her. "Not like you to be all talk, Jack." The queen teases, relaxing back against him once it becomes clear that he has no intention of actually throwing them in.
With hopes of feeling the captain's clever fingers finding their way beneath her pants and between her thighs, as he pulls away Flora's sigh is much more than just disappointed. As 40ft dwindles down to 30 and then 20, the queen is able to hear the beginnings of echoed conversations that herald the arrival of his crew (or perhaps just Halovians), and while it explains why he'd withdrawn, by no means did it excuse it. "Maybe I'll just take care of myself down one of the tunnels and you can enjoy a set of blue balls for your teasing." Flora huffs, her cheeks pink with arousal as much as with the cold.
With hopes of feeling the captain's clever fingers finding their way beneath her pants and between her thighs, as he pulls away Flora's sigh is much more than just disappointed. As 40ft dwindles down to 30 and then 20, the queen is able to hear the beginnings of echoed conversations that herald the arrival of his crew (or perhaps just Halovians), and while it explains why he'd withdrawn, by no means did it excuse it. "Maybe I'll just take care of myself down one of the tunnels and you can enjoy a set of blue balls for your teasing." Flora huffs, her cheeks pink with arousal as much as with the cold.
