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Flora's smile only grows wider and more mischievous as Jack seems to freeze momentarily. Careful not to put too much pressure on his abdomen even as his grip tightens around her, in the Doubletake's mind she erases the crew milling about in their vicinity before Jack lifts her up onto the railing; his arms around her waist and her legs locked around his are the only thing keeping her from tumbling overboard as her mind brushes away the clothes (and injuries) between them. In reality, she merely smirks a touch wickedly while inhaling the whorl of smoke from Jack's lips before pressing a kiss against his chest that's equal parts lips and teeth.
"I dunno, why not?" She wonders, fluttering her lashes up at him. "Either they don't know what they're talking about and you can fuck with them, or maybe they can give us a heads up if we're going to be stabbed to death again." Despite the nightmares that have Flora waking up gasping Jack's name almost every night, in the light of day it's an easy thing for the Doubletake to breezily joke about their shared brush with death.
"I dunno, why not?" She wonders, fluttering her lashes up at him. "Either they don't know what they're talking about and you can fuck with them, or maybe they can give us a heads up if we're going to be stabbed to death again." Despite the nightmares that have Flora waking up gasping Jack's name almost every night, in the light of day it's an easy thing for the Doubletake to breezily joke about their shared brush with death.
The rumors are terrible and cruel
But honey, most of them are true
But honey, most of them are true
