Flora
His no hits like a spark against glass, fierce and unyielding, and she blinks; surprised, maybe, but not in a way that makes her pull back. If anything, the way his hands find her cheeks, the intensity in his eyes, makes her melt a little further into him.
As he tugs her fully onto him, Flora shifts instinctively, easing her hips just enough so she’s not grinding down on him (much as she might like to). Her legs fall comfortably astride his, and the warmth of his body beneath hers feels like something she could sink into forever. It’s absurd, how far they’ve come—how natural this feels now, after so many false starts and backsteps. From moonlight trysts and marketplace tears, to this: draped comfortably bare across his body, skin on skin, with nothing but a tangle of saltwater memories between them.
Flora smiles into the cradle of his hands, leaning in to kiss him again. This time it’s slower, steadier, sweeter. When she pulls back, it’s only far enough to speak, her voice low and warm. "You don’t have to hide anything," she murmurs, brushing her nose along his. "I wasn’t saying we should pretend this doesn’t exist. Just that…maybe we don’t need to flaunt it either. But...I mean, it's your call."
There’s a pause, and then something colours her cheeks that has nothing to do with the heat between them. She shifts slightly, belly tense to keep her shoulders lifted, her breasts grazing against his chest, lips tugging faintly to the side. "There is one more thing," she admits, voice soft but unsteady. "But I don’t know how to say it without it sounding…weird."
As he tugs her fully onto him, Flora shifts instinctively, easing her hips just enough so she’s not grinding down on him (much as she might like to). Her legs fall comfortably astride his, and the warmth of his body beneath hers feels like something she could sink into forever. It’s absurd, how far they’ve come—how natural this feels now, after so many false starts and backsteps. From moonlight trysts and marketplace tears, to this: draped comfortably bare across his body, skin on skin, with nothing but a tangle of saltwater memories between them.
Flora smiles into the cradle of his hands, leaning in to kiss him again. This time it’s slower, steadier, sweeter. When she pulls back, it’s only far enough to speak, her voice low and warm. "You don’t have to hide anything," she murmurs, brushing her nose along his. "I wasn’t saying we should pretend this doesn’t exist. Just that…maybe we don’t need to flaunt it either. But...I mean, it's your call."
There’s a pause, and then something colours her cheeks that has nothing to do with the heat between them. She shifts slightly, belly tense to keep her shoulders lifted, her breasts grazing against his chest, lips tugging faintly to the side. "There is one more thing," she admits, voice soft but unsteady. "But I don’t know how to say it without it sounding…weird."
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
