Flora
The way his eyes rake over her steals the breath right out of her chest, heat flashing high in her cheeks and settling low between her legs. No one looks at her quite like Jack does—like she’s a thing worth having, a thing he already has, with approval, desire, and that particular glint of ownership braided together in the same gaze. It’s unhealthy to want it, she knows, but gods, it does something to her all the same.
She flashes him a grin over her shoulder, slow and shameless. "But you seem awfully keen to have a reminder," she says, letting the words purr in her throat. Then his fingers are between her thighs and she sucks in a sharp breath, teeth snapping around a moan that still hums against the back of her tongue. Her fingers twist into the sheets, needing something to grip as her knees nearly give at the simple, maddening press of him there.
When he tugs at her shorts and underwear, she lifts her hips without hesitation, spine curving as she shimmies them down, making no effort to hide the way she arches to give him more to see. The cool air kisses over bared skin, but it’s nothing compared to the heat rolling off him, or the pulse between her thighs that’s only getting harder to ignore. "I swear to all the gods, if you make me wait—" Flora wasn't above begging of course, not when she'd likely get as much of a thrill out of saying the words as Jack would hearing them, but if his teasing persisted much longer he might actually find himself jailed for it.
She flashes him a grin over her shoulder, slow and shameless. "But you seem awfully keen to have a reminder," she says, letting the words purr in her throat. Then his fingers are between her thighs and she sucks in a sharp breath, teeth snapping around a moan that still hums against the back of her tongue. Her fingers twist into the sheets, needing something to grip as her knees nearly give at the simple, maddening press of him there.
When he tugs at her shorts and underwear, she lifts her hips without hesitation, spine curving as she shimmies them down, making no effort to hide the way she arches to give him more to see. The cool air kisses over bared skin, but it’s nothing compared to the heat rolling off him, or the pulse between her thighs that’s only getting harder to ignore. "I swear to all the gods, if you make me wait—" Flora wasn't above begging of course, not when she'd likely get as much of a thrill out of saying the words as Jack would hearing them, but if his teasing persisted much longer he might actually find himself jailed for it.
I trace the evidence, make it make some sense
why the wound is still bleedin'
why the wound is still bleedin'
Code stolen from Queen Sky
