Flora
A low, mischievous laugh curls in her throat, half breath and half delight, as she tilts her head and murmurs, "As if Koa can read," with all the theatrical flair of a stage whisper. The thought alone makes her grin, but the way her hips shift, slow and deliberate, says she’s thinking about something else entirely. She rolls against him just enough to spark heat and raise the corner of her brow in playful provocation. "I was more wondering," she drawls, "if I’d be able to keep my hands to myself if we were suddenly all in and out and about."
But the laughter fades into a sigh, soft as seafoam breaking. Her body melts against his again, limbs bonelessly relaxing, but her smile slips, just slightly, like a shell pulled back to reveal the raw shimmer beneath. Her cheek rests over his heart, lashes brushing skin as she lets the silence stretch long enough to find her footing inside it.
"I don’t want to be put on a pedestal," she says finally, the words fragile but sure. Her fingers trail lightly over his ribs, almost absently, like she’s drawing lines through the weight of her own thoughts. "Sometimes you talk about me like I’m this...wet dream come to life, or something you waited forever for. Like I came down from the stars with a little bow on top."
Her throat works gently as she swallows, eyes slipping shut again. "And like...I get what you mean and how it's all about the timing of it all, but..." Her voice is quiet, steady despite the bloom of vulnerability threading through it. "I’m not perfect. I’m not some fantasy you finally got to unwrap. I’ve fucked up a lot, and I’ve hurt people. I’ve made choices I’m not proud of." She draws in a breath that trembles somewhat, her fingers stilling against his collarbone. "I just don't want to disappoint you by not living up to the idea of me that you have in your head."
But the laughter fades into a sigh, soft as seafoam breaking. Her body melts against his again, limbs bonelessly relaxing, but her smile slips, just slightly, like a shell pulled back to reveal the raw shimmer beneath. Her cheek rests over his heart, lashes brushing skin as she lets the silence stretch long enough to find her footing inside it.
"I don’t want to be put on a pedestal," she says finally, the words fragile but sure. Her fingers trail lightly over his ribs, almost absently, like she’s drawing lines through the weight of her own thoughts. "Sometimes you talk about me like I’m this...wet dream come to life, or something you waited forever for. Like I came down from the stars with a little bow on top."
Her throat works gently as she swallows, eyes slipping shut again. "And like...I get what you mean and how it's all about the timing of it all, but..." Her voice is quiet, steady despite the bloom of vulnerability threading through it. "I’m not perfect. I’m not some fantasy you finally got to unwrap. I’ve fucked up a lot, and I’ve hurt people. I’ve made choices I’m not proud of." She draws in a breath that trembles somewhat, her fingers stilling against his collarbone. "I just don't want to disappoint you by not living up to the idea of me that you have in your head."
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
