your touch brought forth an incandescent glow, tarnished but so grand
That's right Jack; going on about 5 years now you've been swirling around the Doubletake's orbit, sharing first kisses on wandering islands and watching Flora get herself into more and more trouble to try and prove how unrattled (and worthy of your attention) she was. "Best of luck." The queen trills in a sing-song voice, her thoughts immediately growing mischievous as she tries to think of ways for them to test Jack's conviction.
"-and when do things ever go to plan-" Flora wants to know as Jack nudges her door open, her lips having moved away from his in order to wander toward the sharp cliff of his jaw and further down. Laughing into the crook of the captain's neck as he pins her, the queen wriggles animatedly to try and obfuscate whatever it was he was doing--and if it made her tank top shift up a touch to reveal more of her stomach, so be it. "Hey!" Hearing and feeling what Jack had done rather than seeing it, Flora huffs into the captain's dark hair as she tries to hook a leg around his waist as if she was the one pinning him in place. "That isn't helping your case about not being a ghost." She points out, her words as drenched with laughter as her thoughts were.
"-and when do things ever go to plan-" Flora wants to know as Jack nudges her door open, her lips having moved away from his in order to wander toward the sharp cliff of his jaw and further down. Laughing into the crook of the captain's neck as he pins her, the queen wriggles animatedly to try and obfuscate whatever it was he was doing--and if it made her tank top shift up a touch to reveal more of her stomach, so be it. "Hey!" Hearing and feeling what Jack had done rather than seeing it, Flora huffs into the captain's dark hair as she tries to hook a leg around his waist as if she was the one pinning him in place. "That isn't helping your case about not being a ghost." She points out, her words as drenched with laughter as her thoughts were.
