candlewax & polaroids on the hardwood floor
Flora’s grin turns crooked as Jack stirs beneath her, his hands roaming against her skin in a way that sends shivers up her spine such that her body arches down and against his. Her kisses along his jawline become softer, lingering as she trails her lips toward his ear. "Good morning," she purrs, her voice as light as a breeze despite the scarlet flush of her thoughts. Her fingers toy with the strands of his hair near his temple, twisting them idly as she leans back just enough to take in the sleepy haze still lingering in his blue eyes.
Her own thoughts take on a golden glow, images of sunlit waves dancing just out of reach. "Hope I didn't wake you" she teases, her hands sliding down to rest lightly on his chest, her thumbs brushing lazily along his skin. If he hadn't already, no doubt Jack will notice the too-large ring on one of Flora's thumbs. It was silver rather than her usual gold with a chunk of mage glass in the center surrounded by thick silver waves that formed the band. It was impossible to keep secrets from Jack for the most part, and Flora was fairly certain that if she tried to hide his birthday present, he'd just help himself to it early. This way, at least, she could make sure his thieving fingers touched only the things she wanted them to.
Shifting slightly on his lap, Flora hums softly as her curls fall forward, framing her face before dipping her head again and kissing the corner of his mouth.
Her own thoughts take on a golden glow, images of sunlit waves dancing just out of reach. "Hope I didn't wake you" she teases, her hands sliding down to rest lightly on his chest, her thumbs brushing lazily along his skin. If he hadn't already, no doubt Jack will notice the too-large ring on one of Flora's thumbs. It was silver rather than her usual gold with a chunk of mage glass in the center surrounded by thick silver waves that formed the band. It was impossible to keep secrets from Jack for the most part, and Flora was fairly certain that if she tried to hide his birthday present, he'd just help himself to it early. This way, at least, she could make sure his thieving fingers touched only the things she wanted them to.
Shifting slightly on his lap, Flora hums softly as her curls fall forward, framing her face before dipping her head again and kissing the corner of his mouth.
