you hate the crash, but you love the rush
"Well maybe I'll just have to have a little chat with Safrin about that myself." It's a bold claim, but one Flora feels entitled to make given how hard its felt like she's had to fight for Jack over the past few days. The Doubletake rolls her eyes, though the relief washing through her is palpable enough that it nearly sends her spinning. It glimmers through her thoughts like sunlight filtering through storm clouds, brightening and warming the sharp edges that had cut so deeply moments ago. She flashes Jack a slow, crooked smirk, one brow arching playfully, eyes glittering with mischief as she tilts her head, considering.
"Mmmm, maybe I’ll make that reason number two and three for you to marry me," she hums thoughtfully, her grin teasing but warm as she trails her fingertips lightly along his jaw. "I'll never call you a pirate again, and I'll stop calling the Ark a boat." It's almost a whisper as she leans forward, nudging his nose gently with hers, lingering close enough for him to feel her breath, warm and soft against his lips.
"And until you say yes," she purrs softly, "they’ll both be my favourite insults."
Before he can protest or correct her, Flora tilts her chin up, pressing her mouth fully to his—kissing him slow, sweet, and deep.
"Mmmm, maybe I’ll make that reason number two and three for you to marry me," she hums thoughtfully, her grin teasing but warm as she trails her fingertips lightly along his jaw. "I'll never call you a pirate again, and I'll stop calling the Ark a boat." It's almost a whisper as she leans forward, nudging his nose gently with hers, lingering close enough for him to feel her breath, warm and soft against his lips.
"And until you say yes," she purrs softly, "they’ll both be my favourite insults."
Before he can protest or correct her, Flora tilts her chin up, pressing her mouth fully to his—kissing him slow, sweet, and deep.
