your touch brought forth an incandescent glow, tarnished but so grand
"Last time you used me to get to Safrin you agreed to have her child." Flora reminds him, just in case her fake argument required any more strength than she'd already given it. The removal of her bra is expected of course, but that doesn't stop the queen from shooting Jack a playfully withering look over her shoulder even if it does provide him the access he needs to fully tend to her injuries.
"I could have, but surprising as it might sound, I don't actually plan on being squeezed to death by vines all that often." Flora huffs before turning to face Jack properly. Despite the way her mind was tempted to plant the idea of soft kisses sprinkled against her shoulders and up the side of her neck, followed by clever but gentle fingers, the sparkle of her thoughts dims as she gazes up at the captain. "I missed." Her mind's eye would show the way she'd flung her blades out into the Greatwood, only to miss both times. Bitterness begins to creep in, and perhaps a bit of embarrassment too. The fact that she wasn't capable of fooling Jack for even an instant didn't stop her from hating the thought of appearing weak or incapable in his eyes.
"I'm so sick of missing." She admits in a whisper before letting herself slouch forward, forehead pressed against Jack's chest.
"I could have, but surprising as it might sound, I don't actually plan on being squeezed to death by vines all that often." Flora huffs before turning to face Jack properly. Despite the way her mind was tempted to plant the idea of soft kisses sprinkled against her shoulders and up the side of her neck, followed by clever but gentle fingers, the sparkle of her thoughts dims as she gazes up at the captain. "I missed." Her mind's eye would show the way she'd flung her blades out into the Greatwood, only to miss both times. Bitterness begins to creep in, and perhaps a bit of embarrassment too. The fact that she wasn't capable of fooling Jack for even an instant didn't stop her from hating the thought of appearing weak or incapable in his eyes.
"I'm so sick of missing." She admits in a whisper before letting herself slouch forward, forehead pressed against Jack's chest.
