flora
Flora hums in agreement, her grin sharp as she tips her chin toward Danta. "I like watching him work too," she says, more purr than statement, her gaze drifting toward the butcher with unmistakable fondness. "Wonder if I’ll get the chance again..." she adds, soft and thoughtful, letting the question hang in the air like incense.
Then she twists to face Asta, raising her arms slightly as she lets the corset settle into place. Her skin’s still warm from their bodies, her curls wild around her shoulders, and when his fingers begin working the laces, her eyes flutter shut for just a moment. The pressure, the intimacy, the easy way his hands know what to do—it has her smiling softly before she even speaks. "Perfect," she says over her shoulder, voice thick with contentment.
One last glance, one last lingering look at the room—the half-drunk bottle of whiskey, the tangled cushions, the stolen quiet in the chaos of the party—before Flora waggles her fingers at both of them. "Gonna slip to the bathroom, make myself presentable," she drawls, already moving toward the door. "I'll come find you at the end of the night?"
And with a final wink, she waits for them to follow before slipping back into the buzz and roar of the party, the door clicking shut behind her.
~FIN
Then she twists to face Asta, raising her arms slightly as she lets the corset settle into place. Her skin’s still warm from their bodies, her curls wild around her shoulders, and when his fingers begin working the laces, her eyes flutter shut for just a moment. The pressure, the intimacy, the easy way his hands know what to do—it has her smiling softly before she even speaks. "Perfect," she says over her shoulder, voice thick with contentment.
One last glance, one last lingering look at the room—the half-drunk bottle of whiskey, the tangled cushions, the stolen quiet in the chaos of the party—before Flora waggles her fingers at both of them. "Gonna slip to the bathroom, make myself presentable," she drawls, already moving toward the door. "I'll come find you at the end of the night?"
And with a final wink, she waits for them to follow before slipping back into the buzz and roar of the party, the door clicking shut behind her.
~FIN
We can't make any promises now can we babe?
But you can make me a drink.
But you can make me a drink.
