i could be the reason you can't sleep at night
In the space between each ever increasing beat of her heart, sparks alight in Flora's mind that have the will o' wisps around them paling in comparison. Her younger self hadn't lacked imagination, but inexperience had left her adorably naïve as to what properly making out with a man within the warm darkness of the Greatwood was actually like. Every curl and press of Jack's tongue had ripples of heat coursing out from Flora's belly as if Jack had skipped a stone across the waters of her mind. The fabric of her dress as it whispered across her skin beneath his hand had her back arching, and gods if the way he touched her didn't make all those endless hours going for runs feel absolutely worth it.
Sipping in a hasty breath that seemed only to heighten the way the Doubletake suddenly feels unsteady on her feet as Jack pulls away from her ever so slightly, Flora can only offer him a shaky smile that he's liable to feel rather than see. "You're just doing it wrong." She whispers back, and though her mind was certainly in the mood for romance, that didn't stop her hips from teasingly rocking forward against him. "Things don't just appear. The woods just make a pathway. Here, I'll show you."
Not wanting to stay in the Sidhe Village even though it was the smarter choice, there was somewhere else she knew of that wasn't as haunted by her past. Tilting her jaw to steal one last kiss, Flora reaches to tangle her fingers against the captain's.
The Guardian's Treehouse was one that Flora had helped Remi build way back when, and though it was wildly overgrown and likely all the supplies within were useless, there was still a place for a fire, furs and rugs locked away in a cedar chest, and likely a few candles as well for emergencies.
Sipping in a hasty breath that seemed only to heighten the way the Doubletake suddenly feels unsteady on her feet as Jack pulls away from her ever so slightly, Flora can only offer him a shaky smile that he's liable to feel rather than see. "You're just doing it wrong." She whispers back, and though her mind was certainly in the mood for romance, that didn't stop her hips from teasingly rocking forward against him. "Things don't just appear. The woods just make a pathway. Here, I'll show you."
Not wanting to stay in the Sidhe Village even though it was the smarter choice, there was somewhere else she knew of that wasn't as haunted by her past. Tilting her jaw to steal one last kiss, Flora reaches to tangle her fingers against the captain's.
The Guardian's Treehouse was one that Flora had helped Remi build way back when, and though it was wildly overgrown and likely all the supplies within were useless, there was still a place for a fire, furs and rugs locked away in a cedar chest, and likely a few candles as well for emergencies.
