she's the kinda song you could play over and over
"Yeah?" In an instant the intensity of Flora's affections for the captain shifted, her mind growing thick brambles of ivy that curled not unlike her brother's hair. "Surprising after that fight with Remi, but....I'm gonna cheer him up when he comes to Torchline." Flora hums with a rum-soaked confidence that quickly had her mind shifting from forests of green to speckled maroon sails as she noted the red freckling Jack's face. "Gonna have to clean you off when we get home." She purrs suggestively, her mind already filling with hot steam and greedy fingers wiping the blood from every inch of Jack's skin.
Slinking an arm around Jack's waist, Flora huffs loudly. "You aren't a poet 'cause I don't want you to be a poet." Rolling her eyes like it should have been the most obvious thing, the queen sags against the captain's side as her free hand tries to sneak beneath his sweater.
"mmmk, but on the way can we stop for ice cream?" Fluttering her lashes up at him which only sends the room spinning again, Flora grumbles and presses her nose into the crook of his arm. "Or better yet, maybe just a bath."
To the surprise of no one who has had to walk a drunk 22-year-old home, Flora neither made it into the bath or into Jack's pants that night, despite her best intentions.
~FIN
Slinking an arm around Jack's waist, Flora huffs loudly. "You aren't a poet 'cause I don't want you to be a poet." Rolling her eyes like it should have been the most obvious thing, the queen sags against the captain's side as her free hand tries to sneak beneath his sweater.
"mmmk, but on the way can we stop for ice cream?" Fluttering her lashes up at him which only sends the room spinning again, Flora grumbles and presses her nose into the crook of his arm. "Or better yet, maybe just a bath."
To the surprise of no one who has had to walk a drunk 22-year-old home, Flora neither made it into the bath or into Jack's pants that night, despite her best intentions.
~FIN
