never be so kind you forget to be clever
A sultry hum of amusement floats from nowhere and everywhere all at once, lilting over the sound of the surf like seafoam teasing the shore. “Mmh—no invisibility kink,” Flora replies with a playful sigh, just loud enough to be heard above the hush of the waves. “I like being seen far too much. And I do work quite hard to keep myself worth looking at.” There’s a grin in her voice, flirtation edged with laughter, like gold glitter catching light.
He puzzles aloud, but she only lets the silence stretch for a moment before she picks it apart with silk-threaded mischief. “Maybe you’re my mark,” she purrs, lazy and unbothered, as though the idea were both a joke and a real possibility. “And I’m just doing my homework.”
Then something featherlight and cool brushes along the back of his bare shoulders—fingertips, unmistakably—and her voice follows, lower now, a velvet purr that dances along his skin just like her invisible touch. “You’re not necessarily close,” she admits, lips curving around the words, “but you are hot.” A cheeky emphasis, a smirk she knows he can’t see, but can hopefully hear.
He puzzles aloud, but she only lets the silence stretch for a moment before she picks it apart with silk-threaded mischief. “Maybe you’re my mark,” she purrs, lazy and unbothered, as though the idea were both a joke and a real possibility. “And I’m just doing my homework.”
Then something featherlight and cool brushes along the back of his bare shoulders—fingertips, unmistakably—and her voice follows, lower now, a velvet purr that dances along his skin just like her invisible touch. “You’re not necessarily close,” she admits, lips curving around the words, “but you are hot.” A cheeky emphasis, a smirk she knows he can’t see, but can hopefully hear.
