candlewax & polaroids on the hardwood floor
While it's true that Flora had placed a good amount of weight on hearing Jack say that he loved her, the Doubletake had never failed to read affection into his actions; that she needed the confirmation of it said more about her than it ever did about him. #ThanksRemiandRonin The way he held her close rather than pushing her away after sex, the way he luxuriated in her mind rather than recoiling from it, the way his kisses were more often deep and sweet rather than being the sort offered to shut her up (though there were no shortage of those either), all had Flora's thoughts brimming with gold. Feeling her breath catch as his nose brushed against hers, the queen pressed herself into him, her tongue sweeping against the roof of his mouth against his before humming a sigh as they part.
"You say that now," Flora chuckles as she lets him stretch, slipping out of the covers and taking her sweet time getting dressed as if to better let the morning sun warm her skin now that Jack's hands had given up on that particular task. Opting for a tanktop and sweatpants, the queen sweeps her hair off of her neck, fixing it into a high ponytail before bouncing her eyebrows at the captain. "But you wait until you see what I've got set up." He wouldn't have to wait, of course, not given the thoughts that bloomed in Flora's mind: flour, sugar, eggs, yeast, and butter had all been laid out on the counter, alongside cinnamon, different types of sugar, and vanilla. All the ingredients for cinnamon buns.
"Since we both know how great my baking skills are, I thought we could practice before that festival at the end of the season."
"You say that now," Flora chuckles as she lets him stretch, slipping out of the covers and taking her sweet time getting dressed as if to better let the morning sun warm her skin now that Jack's hands had given up on that particular task. Opting for a tanktop and sweatpants, the queen sweeps her hair off of her neck, fixing it into a high ponytail before bouncing her eyebrows at the captain. "But you wait until you see what I've got set up." He wouldn't have to wait, of course, not given the thoughts that bloomed in Flora's mind: flour, sugar, eggs, yeast, and butter had all been laid out on the counter, alongside cinnamon, different types of sugar, and vanilla. All the ingredients for cinnamon buns.
"Since we both know how great my baking skills are, I thought we could practice before that festival at the end of the season."
