[SE] can't stop chasin' you

candlewax & polaroids on the hardwood floor

The inches Jack places between them might as well be a gulf for how cold Flora's body feels without his pressed against it. Humming a soft note of disapproval, she shifts closer, her body instinctively drawn to his like the tide chasing the moon. "You already know I know that," she replies, her voice teasing as she props herself up on one elbow, her chin resting in her palm. Tilting her head to the side, her curls cascade over her shoulder, catching the sunlight like golden thread. "And you know I like doing it."

Her aqua eyes glint with affection and a spark of mischief as she gazes at him, her fingers idly toying with the edge of the sheet. Flora has never been the kind to cling to material things, her upbringing ensuring she never had to. But that freedom had made her surprisingly generous; while it was true that her pockets no longer ran as deep with Remi's MP coin as they had when she and Enzo were younger, Flora had made enough of a name for herself that she could wield it as currency when needed. Case in point, Tal had opted for a no-questions-asked favour from the queen, rather than a gilded dragon scale and a manticore feather.

"So shut up about it, would you?" She wrinkles her nose affectionately, leaning forward until the tip of it brushes Jack’s. "Or I’m going to make you have another one of those heart-to-heart talks where we discuss your feelings and why you think you don’t deserve to be spoiled." Her words are light, teasing, but there’s a molten sincerity beneath them, her love glowing like embers ready to flare to life at the barest provocation.