candlewax & polaroids on the hardwood floor
"But you do make threats," Flora countered, her voice full of mock accusation as she waggled the whisk at Jack for good measure lest he forget who'd just point that particular point. "Gasp, oh no." Flora's blue eyes widened, full of a mischief that reflected in prismatic shards through her mind, colouring all of her thoughts in bright splashes of colour. "Not liquor in the dough!"
Expecting his lips to find hers, the feeling of Jack's tongue against her cheek had a surprising ripple of heat purring up from her core, leaving Flora blinking a touch dazedly. "Oh," was all she managed at first, her voice barely a breath as he pulled back. Her lips parted, caught in that fleeting space between surprise and a clever retort, but Jack’s deliberate mischief had short-circuited her entirely. In her mind, colours swirled—lavender haze and gold fire, spiralling wildly, leaving her struggling to find even a fragment of coherent thought.
She blinked, her tongue pressing against the inside of her cheek as she fought the growing smile threatening to bloom across her face. Finally, after a beat, Flora shook her head. "Fuck you," she laughed, the words just as affectionate as they'd been when Jack had whispered them against her skin that morning.
Rolling her eyes, she set the whisk down and crossed her arms. "If you wanted to throw me off my game, congratulations," she added, a grin finally breaking free as she threw a hand up in the air. "But now you’ve just made things unfair. You’re going to have to take the lead on this whole baking thing, because I’m far too distracted to focus anymore." She raised an eyebrow, the heat in her expression still simmering as she gestured vaguely at the counter. "You're up, captain."
Expecting his lips to find hers, the feeling of Jack's tongue against her cheek had a surprising ripple of heat purring up from her core, leaving Flora blinking a touch dazedly. "Oh," was all she managed at first, her voice barely a breath as he pulled back. Her lips parted, caught in that fleeting space between surprise and a clever retort, but Jack’s deliberate mischief had short-circuited her entirely. In her mind, colours swirled—lavender haze and gold fire, spiralling wildly, leaving her struggling to find even a fragment of coherent thought.
She blinked, her tongue pressing against the inside of her cheek as she fought the growing smile threatening to bloom across her face. Finally, after a beat, Flora shook her head. "Fuck you," she laughed, the words just as affectionate as they'd been when Jack had whispered them against her skin that morning.
Rolling her eyes, she set the whisk down and crossed her arms. "If you wanted to throw me off my game, congratulations," she added, a grin finally breaking free as she threw a hand up in the air. "But now you’ve just made things unfair. You’re going to have to take the lead on this whole baking thing, because I’m far too distracted to focus anymore." She raised an eyebrow, the heat in her expression still simmering as she gestured vaguely at the counter. "You're up, captain."
