i could be the reason you can't sleep at night
"Ewwwwww, don't call it anything," laughing, Flora shakes her head. Of all the moments to work out the nomenclature of what Jack was to his offspring and what had taken place between he and Safrin, on Flora's birthday trip back to her childhood home was not the one she'd pick.
Rising up onto her toes that she might fit against Jack's body just so, his touch has a warm shiver of surprise rippling through Flora's body. Ever undone by just how tender and gentle Jack could be when he (literally) put his mind to it, the queen felt soft fingers of heat spread out across her skin in response to his lips as her arms tightened around him to bring her flush against him.
For all the years and experiences between Flora and the child she once was wandering around the Greatwood, the way she pressed herself into Jack's kiss wasn't unlike the girlish musings she'd once let so thoroughly distract her. While one might assume Jack wasn't the sort of man to have occupied Flora's daydreams as a girl, he was blue-eyed and bronze skinned, roguish and mysterious; if that wasn't enough, he was currently kissing her with every bit of passion that her younger self might have imagined, all while his hands roamed over the sort of dress she once have dreamed about so effortlessly fitting into.
Moaning encouragement against his lips, Flora lets the fingers of one hand curl into Jack's dark hair as her lips and tongue continue to re-write the naïve musings of her younger-self about what it was actually like to makeout in an enchanted forest.
Rising up onto her toes that she might fit against Jack's body just so, his touch has a warm shiver of surprise rippling through Flora's body. Ever undone by just how tender and gentle Jack could be when he (literally) put his mind to it, the queen felt soft fingers of heat spread out across her skin in response to his lips as her arms tightened around him to bring her flush against him.
For all the years and experiences between Flora and the child she once was wandering around the Greatwood, the way she pressed herself into Jack's kiss wasn't unlike the girlish musings she'd once let so thoroughly distract her. While one might assume Jack wasn't the sort of man to have occupied Flora's daydreams as a girl, he was blue-eyed and bronze skinned, roguish and mysterious; if that wasn't enough, he was currently kissing her with every bit of passion that her younger self might have imagined, all while his hands roamed over the sort of dress she once have dreamed about so effortlessly fitting into.
Moaning encouragement against his lips, Flora lets the fingers of one hand curl into Jack's dark hair as her lips and tongue continue to re-write the naïve musings of her younger-self about what it was actually like to makeout in an enchanted forest.
