candlewax & polaroids on the hardwood floor
The way Jack touches her ignites something deeper than simple passion in Flora; a blazing warmth that isn’t content to stay skin-deep but radiates inward, scorching through her thoughts, her fears, and every fragile part of herself she’s ever tried to protect. The fire doesn’t burn her muscles the way arousal had, but instead scorches the very essence of her. Submitting utterly to his repositioning, her legs remain tangled around his waist, anchoring them together as one hand slides over his shoulder, the other brushing a tangle of dark hair away from his face.
Gazing up into Jack's storm-darkened eyes, predatory and consuming, Flora feels her heart stumble beneath the sheer weight of her affection for him. It’s terrifying in its enormity, pulling at her with the same ferocity her climax had, only this time she’s not flying apart in a freefall, instead she's grounded and drawn inexorably toward Jack.
I love you too, she thinks as his mouth finds hers, the words spilling through her mind like the golden glow of a sunrise over the sea. It’s raw and unfiltered, despite her intentions for the words to come out as a snarky response. Threading her fingers through her hair, Flora arches up against him in protest of there being any amount of space between them. "I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you," she whispers when their lips finally part.
"And, since there's no point in trying to keep it from you..." Fishing the too-large ring from her thumb, Flora twists beneath the captain enough to hold it out between them. "Happy early birthday. "
Gazing up into Jack's storm-darkened eyes, predatory and consuming, Flora feels her heart stumble beneath the sheer weight of her affection for him. It’s terrifying in its enormity, pulling at her with the same ferocity her climax had, only this time she’s not flying apart in a freefall, instead she's grounded and drawn inexorably toward Jack.
I love you too, she thinks as his mouth finds hers, the words spilling through her mind like the golden glow of a sunrise over the sea. It’s raw and unfiltered, despite her intentions for the words to come out as a snarky response. Threading her fingers through her hair, Flora arches up against him in protest of there being any amount of space between them. "I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you," she whispers when their lips finally part.
"And, since there's no point in trying to keep it from you..." Fishing the too-large ring from her thumb, Flora twists beneath the captain enough to hold it out between them. "Happy early birthday. "
