[Training] feelin' fantastic, i'm fuckin' fantastic

Flora

Wanting to hold her chin high on her own but finding she didn't have the energy, instead Flora searches Jack's gaze, finding as much reassurance in his words as in the unwavering sea-blue of his eyes. Happily silenced by the press of his mouth against hers, though the queen doesn't deepen the kiss (not with how it would likely see her derailing their training session given how long it had been since she'd been able to have sex with the captain (a week being an eternity for someone like Flora)), she does linger long enough for her thoughts to blush with rosegold.

"I'd bring popcorn." Flora whispers against his lips, her smile wicked as she pulls back, her thoughts growing lurid and sharp as she imagines a predictable enough montage of sweaty bodies and blocked punches, followed by the tried and true storyline of oh no, I seem to have an erection from all those jostling around, which eventually became a faceless foursome in some dark locker room.

"What, that knife you keep in your boot?" Of the two of them Flora is certainly judgier when it comes to daggers, and while it'll be more than good enough for what they're aiming to do today, the Doubletake can't help but poke fun. "Maybe for your birthday I should exchange the mageglass ring I was going to give you for a better knife."

I don't like that falling feels like flying
'til the bone crush

Code stolen from Queen Sky