flora
Incredulous and adamant in thinking Jack was lying despite the lack of heat on her finger, Flora continued shaking her head at him before melting into his touch and kiss. "Mmm, cigarette smoke and coffee breath." She laughs against his mouth, and the way she rises onto her toes to steal a second kiss very much suggests she doesn't mind the taste of it one bit.
Sinking back to her heels and softly sighing as she's released, Flora shoots a surprised look over her shoulder as she heads toward the stairs. "You have? When?"
Opting for a stretchier pair of pants and a tight fighting sweater, the Doubletake watches Jack in one of her mirrors as he dresses with no shortage of amusement or affection lacing her thoughts. Of course she has to resist the urge to delay his efforts by trying to coax him back to bed, a feat she only just manages, if only because of how fresh the string still was of how things had gone in the Greatwood.
Winding back through the lower half of the city and toward the dusting of the jungle which once properly belonged to the Oerwoud, while Flora has her daggers with her, she's already decided to try and hit Jack with her fists instead of stones. "One of the dragoons was teaching me a bit about it last season." She explains, thinking of Zavien and how he'd helped her work on the placement of her hips as well as the proper way to throw a punch.
Sinking back to her heels and softly sighing as she's released, Flora shoots a surprised look over her shoulder as she heads toward the stairs. "You have? When?"
Opting for a stretchier pair of pants and a tight fighting sweater, the Doubletake watches Jack in one of her mirrors as he dresses with no shortage of amusement or affection lacing her thoughts. Of course she has to resist the urge to delay his efforts by trying to coax him back to bed, a feat she only just manages, if only because of how fresh the string still was of how things had gone in the Greatwood.
Winding back through the lower half of the city and toward the dusting of the jungle which once properly belonged to the Oerwoud, while Flora has her daggers with her, she's already decided to try and hit Jack with her fists instead of stones. "One of the dragoons was teaching me a bit about it last season." She explains, thinking of Zavien and how he'd helped her work on the placement of her hips as well as the proper way to throw a punch.
My house of stone, your ivy grows
And now I'm covered in you
And now I'm covered in you
