flora
Kicking off her shoes as Jack shed his coat if Flora was worried about there being some similarity in the way her father had briefly blanketed her in the seconds before he'd bound her mother in his arms (and other assorted limbs, ew) and the way Jack was now, she was almost immediately relieved of that concern as she felt nothing but a fresh flush of arousal surge so strongly through her body that she was forced to pull her lips away from Jack's lest she chokes on the force of her own moan.
Hearing the ragged sound of her breathing as some faraway pulse of noise given how loud the feeling of Jack's lips was as they brushed against her neck, it was all Flora could do not to wriggle beneath his explorations in order to force his mouth back against hers. It was everything and yet not enough, and while she hadn't bothered to put on a bra that morning (what with life seeming like a bleak and uninteresting place to be), now it felt like there was still far too much material between Jack's body and hers.
"I want you," she moans, before yanking her sweatshirt off and tossing it somewhere on the floor. The words weren't strictly necessary given the way her hands were still greedily reaching for him or how her legs were already trying to coil around Jack's waist, but even so, they felt good to say and even better to feel. "Gods I want you so much."
Hearing the ragged sound of her breathing as some faraway pulse of noise given how loud the feeling of Jack's lips was as they brushed against her neck, it was all Flora could do not to wriggle beneath his explorations in order to force his mouth back against hers. It was everything and yet not enough, and while she hadn't bothered to put on a bra that morning (what with life seeming like a bleak and uninteresting place to be), now it felt like there was still far too much material between Jack's body and hers.
"I want you," she moans, before yanking her sweatshirt off and tossing it somewhere on the floor. The words weren't strictly necessary given the way her hands were still greedily reaching for him or how her legs were already trying to coil around Jack's waist, but even so, they felt good to say and even better to feel. "Gods I want you so much."
How can a person know everything at 18 but nothing at 22?
Will you still want me when I'm nothing new?
Will you still want me when I'm nothing new?
