it's turning, burning in my veins

your touch brought forth an incandescent glow, tarnished but so grand

"I don't wanna call it anything, I just want to be better." Flora's eyes have taken on a particularly stubborn shade of blue as she gazes up at Jack, her posture momentarily defiant as if he was the thing that stood between her and the ways in which she wanted to better herself. Nothing could be farther from the truth of course, with the queen's mind saying as much even as she stiffened slightly against him. "No pulling your punches this time." Raising her brows and softening, Flora gives Jack a soft nudge for emphasis recalling the way he'd fLorA'd her when she'd asked for more, during their last training session.

"Mmmmmm." The way Jack melts against her feels the same as the sun does after she's just gotten out of the sea; warm, encompassing, and impossibly relaxing. "Only if I get to be the dessert." Flora whispers back in the space he's left intentionally between their lips. As pulls away, mischief floods the Doubletake's mind; if Jack wanted to tease her with things not quite there, he shouldn't be surprised when he finds himself on the receiving end.

Despite knowing what a privilege Jack's trust was, rather than appearing appreciative, instead Flora reaches out to swipe her finger through an invisible bit of dust on his desk. "I'm sure I can keep myself entertained if you're out late." She hums casually as the mischief in her mind suddenly blossoms into a lurid scene of the queen poking her head out of Jack's cabin and calling for CBassian to come and help her with something. Still topless, the scene would quickly devolve into Jack's crewmate with his hands and lips greedily touching all the places that Jack had been too busy to bother with. She wouldn't of course—harass the Ark's crew, yes, cheat on Jack, no—but if it made him hurry home all the faster, what was the harm?