candlewax & polaroids on the hardwood floor
The morning light filtered softly through the curtains, painting the room in muted hues of gold and gray. Flora stretched, her silk night slip shifting like liquid against her skin as she slipped out of bed, careful not to disturb Jack. Padding downstairs on bare feet, the queen moved as silently as the tide. In the kitchen, she set about making coffee, keeping her thoughts intentionally serene—rolling and rhythmic like gentle waves—hoping to keep the telepathic captain lulled in his sleep upstairs. Gods knew they'd both been sleeping so poorly lately.
Once the coffee was brewing, Flora made her way back up, her steps light and deliberate. Her curls framed her face as she peeked into the room, finding Jack still sprawled on the bed. The sight of him—dishevelled, relaxed, and entirely hers—brought a warmth to her chest that rivalled the coffee downstairs and had radiant golden light spilling through her thoughts.
Slipping beneath the covers, Flora shimmied closer to him, her silk slip brushing against his bare skin. Carefully, she draped herself across his chest, her hand splaying lightly over his heart. Her lips fluttered like butterfly wings against his skin, leaving a trail of soft kisses along his chest, moving upward toward his neck and jaw.
Her thoughts weren’t exactly subtle, but then again, they rarely were with Jack. Their colour warmed, shifting to something scarlet and sultry, an inviting ripple that hinted at her intentions. She shifted slightly, letting her knees brush against his sides as she positioned herself properly astride him, her kisses growing more insistent.
Once the coffee was brewing, Flora made her way back up, her steps light and deliberate. Her curls framed her face as she peeked into the room, finding Jack still sprawled on the bed. The sight of him—dishevelled, relaxed, and entirely hers—brought a warmth to her chest that rivalled the coffee downstairs and had radiant golden light spilling through her thoughts.
Slipping beneath the covers, Flora shimmied closer to him, her silk slip brushing against his bare skin. Carefully, she draped herself across his chest, her hand splaying lightly over his heart. Her lips fluttered like butterfly wings against his skin, leaving a trail of soft kisses along his chest, moving upward toward his neck and jaw.
Her thoughts weren’t exactly subtle, but then again, they rarely were with Jack. Their colour warmed, shifting to something scarlet and sultry, an inviting ripple that hinted at her intentions. She shifted slightly, letting her knees brush against his sides as she positioned herself properly astride him, her kisses growing more insistent.
