if i tell you this is drowning

flora

Leaning her head back against the bed as Jack's kisses drifted toward her collarbone, as soon as she'd shoved his pants down far enough, Flora coiled her legs high around his waist, her ankles nearly crossing over one another as she waited with a moan caught between her teeth. Flora's anticipation was cut short by the thrust of the captain's hips, and not unlike him, the queen was sent reeling by the way Jack simultaneously anchored them together while also breaking them free from everything else. Unlike the feeling of being unmoored that had followed her around all of her waking hours, that Flora was able to feel a sense of freedom despite being back in the place where her autonomy had been torn away from her, said more than she ever could about the effect Jack had on her.

Having not even realized that she'd been moaning his name until her lungs burned for air, Flora hiccuped in a breath as her hands groped at the bottom of the captain's shirt, pawing at it until it bunched around his shoulders where she'd (eventually) be able to remove it. For the moment she was content sweeping her fingertips against the valleys and crags of his muscles, finding purchase in the ridges that months spent training harder than they ever had before, had sculpted along his back.

Knowing it wouldn't last long but not caring, Flora tightened the grip of her legs around Jack's waist as she curled her hips up, as if she might somehow tease just a little bit more out of him. "Gods, Jack—"

How can a person know everything at 18 but nothing at 22?
Will you still want me when I'm nothing new?

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!