flora
Flora wrinkles her nose in emphatic agreement, curls bouncing as she shakes her head. "Ewuh, the jungle is not the same as forest." She says it with mock insult before her grin softens, eyes glimmering as memory threads itself through. "Although, now that I think about it, you did tell me about being a telepath in the jungle...so really, it feels like a lot of the big-deal things in our relationship happened with trees involved." Finding out Jack's biggest secret, falling in love, having been murdered, devastating fights.
Flora's hand trails lazily across the captain's chest, but with an affectionate roll of her eyes she tips her fingers just so, letting her nails graze against his skin instead of the soft pads—punishment light as a cat’s swipe. "Good thing you’re here to instruct me," she mutters under her breath, dry and teasing, "because obviously I’d never have figured that out on my own." Making Jack hard was probably the only thing she could reliably do, aside from get under his skin.
When he smirks down at her, she smirks right back, aqua eyes bright. "You would," she chuckles, about wanting to see your ship from every angle. Casually, far too casually, she lets her voice slip into the next thought as though it’s nothing at all: "I’ve been making custom rooms for everyone I care about." The implication hums between them, no telepathy required. To keep it light she laughs again, playful as she adds, "Yours was going to get one of those ridiculous waterbeds. Maybe hang a bunch of ships in bottles from the ceiling." In actuality, she had much more creative and thoughtful ideas for Jack's room, much as she thought it would largely go unused.
Flora's hand trails lazily across the captain's chest, but with an affectionate roll of her eyes she tips her fingers just so, letting her nails graze against his skin instead of the soft pads—punishment light as a cat’s swipe. "Good thing you’re here to instruct me," she mutters under her breath, dry and teasing, "because obviously I’d never have figured that out on my own." Making Jack hard was probably the only thing she could reliably do, aside from get under his skin.
When he smirks down at her, she smirks right back, aqua eyes bright. "You would," she chuckles, about wanting to see your ship from every angle. Casually, far too casually, she lets her voice slip into the next thought as though it’s nothing at all: "I’ve been making custom rooms for everyone I care about." The implication hums between them, no telepathy required. To keep it light she laughs again, playful as she adds, "Yours was going to get one of those ridiculous waterbeds. Maybe hang a bunch of ships in bottles from the ceiling." In actuality, she had much more creative and thoughtful ideas for Jack's room, much as she thought it would largely go unused.
you're under the feeling like teenagers in cars
it ain't robbing or stealing if the moment is ours
it ain't robbing or stealing if the moment is ours
