flora
"Anything that's fun for me would be fun for you." Flora quips in return as if Jack needed reminding how his telepathy worked. "And I'd make it very fun for me." While he might not have gotten to the point of begging this time around, the queen had the afternoon the pair had spent at Molly's preserved behind layers and layers of amber for her to look at and relive anytime she wanted. She could hear the rough desperation that had been in Jack's voice when he'd begged her to finish, all before making him cum first anyway.
"Well if that's what you're worried about you could just ink your fingertips." She took his meaning though; if ever his hands were bound, no doubt he could manage to touch his wrist far easier than his chest. "Maybe you could even add onto it as you go...The Ark, Torchline, me..." If he wasn't a telepath she'd suggest having one to ferret out lies as well. Raising a brow at the easy offer of her being able to lay claim to the skin over his heart, it was both as surprising as it wasn't. For one, Jack wasn't the overly sentimental type such that he'd probably just view it as skin, but then again knowing what he did about Flora who absolutely was the sentimental type, even if he simply put another spray of flowers there, it would read to anyone who knew the couple like a permanent mine perhaps more clearly than a wedding band would.
Shifting her hips and mentally giving Jack a nudge to encourage him onto his side (all of his shrugging and shifting had made him an uncomfortable blanket), Flora keeps one of her long legs draped over his hip in an effort to keep him close as her fingers tease along his side. "I know." Sure the captain had a strange way of showing his concern, but having known him for as long and as intimately as she did, Flora had been able to see it in everything he both did and didn't do. "I don't know if it would have worked as well this morning, but..." She did genuinely feel lighter. Brighter.
"But now that I have both daddy and mommy issues, I might need more of this kind of medicine on the regular." She adds, nose crinkling as she leaned in to steal a kiss.
"Well if that's what you're worried about you could just ink your fingertips." She took his meaning though; if ever his hands were bound, no doubt he could manage to touch his wrist far easier than his chest. "Maybe you could even add onto it as you go...The Ark, Torchline, me..." If he wasn't a telepath she'd suggest having one to ferret out lies as well. Raising a brow at the easy offer of her being able to lay claim to the skin over his heart, it was both as surprising as it wasn't. For one, Jack wasn't the overly sentimental type such that he'd probably just view it as skin, but then again knowing what he did about Flora who absolutely was the sentimental type, even if he simply put another spray of flowers there, it would read to anyone who knew the couple like a permanent mine perhaps more clearly than a wedding band would.
Shifting her hips and mentally giving Jack a nudge to encourage him onto his side (all of his shrugging and shifting had made him an uncomfortable blanket), Flora keeps one of her long legs draped over his hip in an effort to keep him close as her fingers tease along his side. "I know." Sure the captain had a strange way of showing his concern, but having known him for as long and as intimately as she did, Flora had been able to see it in everything he both did and didn't do. "I don't know if it would have worked as well this morning, but..." She did genuinely feel lighter. Brighter.
"But now that I have both daddy and mommy issues, I might need more of this kind of medicine on the regular." She adds, nose crinkling as she leaned in to steal a kiss.
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?
