we write out the ends on our palms, then forget to read
Flora wrinkled her nose, her grin turning impish as she waved a hand dismissively. "You? Tamed? Yeah right," she huffed, leaning forward with her elbows on her knees to mirror his posture. "You’re like... a knife in a silk sheath. Soft on the outside, sharp enough to ruin someone’s day when it counts." Bouncing her brows, of course meaning it as a compliment, the Doubletake beams before she reaches for her glass again, forgetting that it was empty, before abandoning it and returning her gaze to Danta.
"Well...I want to fuck my boyfriend," she announces, before frowning. "I mean...with a penis. Or...a strap-on, I guess. I don't want to have a penis." The clarification is clumsy, leaving Flora frowning down at her ringed fingers. "And I'm sure I can get one here, but...I mean, how do I use it?" Obviously Flora had a good handle on the mechanics of sex, but she wasn't so naive as to think that when the tables were properly turned, there was probably more to playing the man's roll than met the eye.
"I thought maybe...if I could borrow one and put it on, you could use your hand and I could...practice?" Her smile turned entirely crooked, red-painted lips pulling back from her teeth in a wobbly line of bashful embarrassment. Once, so very long ago, Flora had appeared topless before the Maverick only to have her advances turned away as being too playful. Since then he'd fucked bother her mother and soon-to-be step-father, and then she'd gone on a series of one-sided dates with his now-beau. Suffice it to say it was all a bit complicated, though by no means did Flora think this was the weirdest thing Danta had ever been asked.
"Well...I want to fuck my boyfriend," she announces, before frowning. "I mean...with a penis. Or...a strap-on, I guess. I don't want to have a penis." The clarification is clumsy, leaving Flora frowning down at her ringed fingers. "And I'm sure I can get one here, but...I mean, how do I use it?" Obviously Flora had a good handle on the mechanics of sex, but she wasn't so naive as to think that when the tables were properly turned, there was probably more to playing the man's roll than met the eye.
"I thought maybe...if I could borrow one and put it on, you could use your hand and I could...practice?" Her smile turned entirely crooked, red-painted lips pulling back from her teeth in a wobbly line of bashful embarrassment. Once, so very long ago, Flora had appeared topless before the Maverick only to have her advances turned away as being too playful. Since then he'd fucked bother her mother and soon-to-be step-father, and then she'd gone on a series of one-sided dates with his now-beau. Suffice it to say it was all a bit complicated, though by no means did Flora think this was the weirdest thing Danta had ever been asked.
