flora
Kaisel’s panic is absolutely delicious—Flora drinks it in, invisible grin wide as he wails and squirms beneath her merciless fingers. His hand flails out, finally managing to catch against her sunscreen-slicked back, slipping over her spine as he attempts to hold her off. She shivers beneath his palm, biting her lip to suppress laughter, though he’ll feel her shaking with amusement as she continues her assault against his ribs.
She only pauses when Kaisel shrieks his desperate surrender, legs snapping shut in frantic self-defence against Spice's frosty advance. Satisfied with her victory, Flora shifts, leaning forward carefully, hips hovering so she doesn't accidentally create an entirely new and far less manageable situation between them (because there's harmless and then there's harmless).
"I accept your surrender," she whispers, low and teasingly smug near his ear, lips brushing lightly against the shell of it. Then, in a playful display of graciousness befitting her royal status, Flora presses an invisible kiss of victory to the very tip of Kaisel's nose—a quick, sweet punctuation mark to their messy battle. "Consider this me being merciful," she purrs, invisible fingers grazing lightly over his chest as she pushes herself smoothly away.
She settles elegantly back onto her towel, twisting her ring and reappearing with a glimmer of golden skin and water-slick curls. With a self-satisfied sigh, Flora crosses her ankles and kicks her feet lazily into the air, basking in her unquestionable win. "Let this be a lesson in picking fights you can’t win, Assborn," she informs him, her grin bright enough to rival the sun overhead. Then, glancing pointedly at the now-empty water glass and arching a delicately sculpted brow, she waves a hand in a regal flourish. "Now, since someone spilled all our water, I think you owe me a refill."
~FIN
She only pauses when Kaisel shrieks his desperate surrender, legs snapping shut in frantic self-defence against Spice's frosty advance. Satisfied with her victory, Flora shifts, leaning forward carefully, hips hovering so she doesn't accidentally create an entirely new and far less manageable situation between them (because there's harmless and then there's harmless).
"I accept your surrender," she whispers, low and teasingly smug near his ear, lips brushing lightly against the shell of it. Then, in a playful display of graciousness befitting her royal status, Flora presses an invisible kiss of victory to the very tip of Kaisel's nose—a quick, sweet punctuation mark to their messy battle. "Consider this me being merciful," she purrs, invisible fingers grazing lightly over his chest as she pushes herself smoothly away.
She settles elegantly back onto her towel, twisting her ring and reappearing with a glimmer of golden skin and water-slick curls. With a self-satisfied sigh, Flora crosses her ankles and kicks her feet lazily into the air, basking in her unquestionable win. "Let this be a lesson in picking fights you can’t win, Assborn," she informs him, her grin bright enough to rival the sun overhead. Then, glancing pointedly at the now-empty water glass and arching a delicately sculpted brow, she waves a hand in a regal flourish. "Now, since someone spilled all our water, I think you owe me a refill."
~FIN
I want to be when you fall on me like night
I wanna kill the lights
I wanna kill the lights
