Flora
Flora twists in the sheets, the motion unhurried and lazy. If Jack had it in him, she’d have taken him again right there with no hesitation, especially with the ghost of leather snapping still in her ears, the sound braided with the memory of his voice telling her to touch herself the way he would. It lingers like smoke, curling into the edges of her thoughts.
A quiet snort escapes her lips, softened by the affectionate roll of her eyes, though the warmth in it undercuts any sharpness. "And here everyone thinks I was the dramatic one in this relationship," she mumbles dryly.
At the mention of Molly’s, she shifts again, turning until she’s stretched out on her back beside him, the bedding a lazy sprawl around her limbs. Her mind keeps itself contained, or at least it tries to. She shrugs, the movement slow, casual, though it’s impossible to hide the pulse beneath it. "With the Family gone," she says, her gaze catching his, "Stormbreak’s back open for business, so..."
A quiet snort escapes her lips, softened by the affectionate roll of her eyes, though the warmth in it undercuts any sharpness. "And here everyone thinks I was the dramatic one in this relationship," she mumbles dryly.
At the mention of Molly’s, she shifts again, turning until she’s stretched out on her back beside him, the bedding a lazy sprawl around her limbs. Her mind keeps itself contained, or at least it tries to. She shrugs, the movement slow, casual, though it’s impossible to hide the pulse beneath it. "With the Family gone," she says, her gaze catching his, "Stormbreak’s back open for business, so..."
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
