candlewax & polaroids on the hardwood floor
Flora doesn’t have magic the way Jack does, but that doesn't mean she's without unbidden tricks of her own. And so, between the rough snap of Jack’s hips, the searing drag of pleasure coiling so tightly inside her she thinks she might shatter from it, she prays to Frey.
Let him feel this.
Let him feel what she feels. Not just the flickering bursts of colour in her mind that his magic plucks up like scattered pearls in the tide, but the way pleasure crashes through her like a rogue wave, the way it pulls her under and strips her bare and leaves her breathless and panting, lost and found all at once. Let him know what it is to be her in this moment, drowning in him, because he is everything and gods she needs him to know it somehow.
Pleasure crashes through her, bright and blinding, setting every nerve alight as she clenches hard around him. Her moan is ragged, desperate, shattering in the air as her body trembles with the force of it. Heat pools and spreads, as her vision whites out like sunlight hitting the sea at the perfect angle, and she screams out his name loud enough to have a cluster of hels taking off from a nearby branch.
Somewhere, beneath the tidal wave of sensation, she holds her breath to see if Jack will be able to feel her—not just in the way he always has—but all the way deep down so that if just for this moment, he can drown in her the way she always, always drowns in him.
Let him feel this.
Let him feel what she feels. Not just the flickering bursts of colour in her mind that his magic plucks up like scattered pearls in the tide, but the way pleasure crashes through her like a rogue wave, the way it pulls her under and strips her bare and leaves her breathless and panting, lost and found all at once. Let him know what it is to be her in this moment, drowning in him, because he is everything and gods she needs him to know it somehow.
Pleasure crashes through her, bright and blinding, setting every nerve alight as she clenches hard around him. Her moan is ragged, desperate, shattering in the air as her body trembles with the force of it. Heat pools and spreads, as her vision whites out like sunlight hitting the sea at the perfect angle, and she screams out his name loud enough to have a cluster of hels taking off from a nearby branch.
Somewhere, beneath the tidal wave of sensation, she holds her breath to see if Jack will be able to feel her—not just in the way he always has—but all the way deep down so that if just for this moment, he can drown in her the way she always, always drowns in him.
