Flora
Flora huffs a breathless laugh, her eyes glinting as she shoots him a look over her shoulder. "Your endurance is shit," she agrees without remorse, her smirk curling as she turns toward him fully. "You’ll know your training is complete when I can channel Frey and you don’t cum in your pants right away."
She flicks her wet curls back with a dramatic toss as he mentions the outfit, placing a hand on her hip like she’s gearing up for a speech. "I would call it incredibly thoughtful and generous," she sniffs, mock-offended. "Who else has ever asked a god for a custom outfit for you? Hmm?"
But when he props up, when the grin starts creeping onto his face, her bravado falters. She stiffens slightly, trying to play coy, but the look he’s giving her makes that impossible. Her gaze flicks to the side then back again; her cheeks flush a warm, betraying pink before she lets out a groan and nods. "Yes, fine," she mutters, waving her hand like maybe that'll deflect some of the smug radiating off him. "The way you just..grabbed me, off the counter and held yourself overtop of me on the floor? That was shockingly hot. Especially coming from you." She huffs again, quieter this time. "So yeah, it was what I was thinking about when you rudely interrupted."
Watching him stomp out of his soaked pants like a grumpy, glorified trout has her snickering into her hand, but it quickly turns into a wicked grin as she moves closer. The second they’re free and flung aside, she loops her arms around his neck and presses in against him, sighing as her bare skin slides against his at last in a way that no amount of paying or fumbling about on the shower floor could compare with. "Neither fucking nor running should be hard at all," she murmurs into his ear, lips brushing his cheek.
Then, with one raised brow, she reaches past him and turns off the water. The sudden hush that follows softens the air between them, and when she looks back at him again, it’s with something gentler in her gaze, something quieter and more affectionate and unguarded beneath the humour. "I know you didn’t really get to finish your nachos," she murmurs, fingers brushing lightly down his spine, "and you definitely didn’t get to shower properly either, but...think I can convince you to come collapse into bed with me?"
She flicks her wet curls back with a dramatic toss as he mentions the outfit, placing a hand on her hip like she’s gearing up for a speech. "I would call it incredibly thoughtful and generous," she sniffs, mock-offended. "Who else has ever asked a god for a custom outfit for you? Hmm?"
But when he props up, when the grin starts creeping onto his face, her bravado falters. She stiffens slightly, trying to play coy, but the look he’s giving her makes that impossible. Her gaze flicks to the side then back again; her cheeks flush a warm, betraying pink before she lets out a groan and nods. "Yes, fine," she mutters, waving her hand like maybe that'll deflect some of the smug radiating off him. "The way you just..grabbed me, off the counter and held yourself overtop of me on the floor? That was shockingly hot. Especially coming from you." She huffs again, quieter this time. "So yeah, it was what I was thinking about when you rudely interrupted."
Watching him stomp out of his soaked pants like a grumpy, glorified trout has her snickering into her hand, but it quickly turns into a wicked grin as she moves closer. The second they’re free and flung aside, she loops her arms around his neck and presses in against him, sighing as her bare skin slides against his at last in a way that no amount of paying or fumbling about on the shower floor could compare with. "Neither fucking nor running should be hard at all," she murmurs into his ear, lips brushing his cheek.
Then, with one raised brow, she reaches past him and turns off the water. The sudden hush that follows softens the air between them, and when she looks back at him again, it’s with something gentler in her gaze, something quieter and more affectionate and unguarded beneath the humour. "I know you didn’t really get to finish your nachos," she murmurs, fingers brushing lightly down his spine, "and you definitely didn’t get to shower properly either, but...think I can convince you to come collapse into bed with me?"
I hope you're sweating the bigger stuff,
finding some peace in an honest love
Hope you stop when you've had enough & throw the towel in
finding some peace in an honest love
Hope you stop when you've had enough & throw the towel in
Code stolen from Queen Sky
