Flora
She doesn't realise she's made up her mind until the words are already forming behind her teeth. The fantasy, the bruises, the heat of being held down and taken—gods, yes, she'd loved that with Jack. But now that she's thinking about it—really thinking about it—she doesn’t want that with Kaisel. Not the exact same script, anyway. That way of fucking had always mirrored everything else between her and Jack: intoxicating, addictive, and ultimately unstable. For every high, there was a fall so far down it bruised her heart more than his hands had ever bruised her hips.
No matter how good Jack was—how perfectly he could read her, could spark literal heat or cold or static —it never stopped her from having to chase him when it was over. Never made her feel any less discarded, once the heat cooled. She shakes her head, soft but sure. "I don’t want that," she murmurs, looking at Kaisel fully, letting him see the clarity now blooming behind her eyes. "I’d much rather find something new with you than live inside old memories."
And when he steals one of her fluttering kisses and deepens it, her sigh spills warmly into his mouth, a content exhale like sea mist on warm glass. Her fingers tighten slightly in his hair, affection knotting with hunger as she smirks into the kiss, catching the spark of his pride like it’s contagious. "I don’t want us always talking about Jack," she says as they part, brushing her nose to his. "But when you want to hear about it, just let me know."
She would’ve rolled her hips again—was thinking about it, actually—when suddenly the world tilts and she’s the one being rolled. A surprised laugh spills out with her breath, interrupted just as quickly by a breathy moan as he settles above her. Oh—this. This she likes. The warmth and weight of him pressing her into the bed, the way he fits between and against her like a puzzle piece she hadn’t known she was missing until now.
Her leg curls instinctively around his hips, locking him in as her spine arches to fit beneath him, her chest brushing his. Her hand, still tangled in his hair, drops to his shoulder to anchor her, fingertips pressing into the muscle as her breath catches again. "I like when you do that," she whispers, a little breathless, a little shaky, her voice barely more than silk caught on heat. Her other hand skims up his thigh, lingering with a teasing drag before wrapping around to his ass, pulling him in even closer. She shivers, hips rising to meet the weight of his body against hers. "I like the way you feel..." Her lips hover near his, brushing faintly, eyes half-lidded and glowing in the low light even as her hands continue to roam across the plains and valleys of his back.
"A lot."
No matter how good Jack was—how perfectly he could read her, could spark literal heat or cold or static —it never stopped her from having to chase him when it was over. Never made her feel any less discarded, once the heat cooled. She shakes her head, soft but sure. "I don’t want that," she murmurs, looking at Kaisel fully, letting him see the clarity now blooming behind her eyes. "I’d much rather find something new with you than live inside old memories."
And when he steals one of her fluttering kisses and deepens it, her sigh spills warmly into his mouth, a content exhale like sea mist on warm glass. Her fingers tighten slightly in his hair, affection knotting with hunger as she smirks into the kiss, catching the spark of his pride like it’s contagious. "I don’t want us always talking about Jack," she says as they part, brushing her nose to his. "But when you want to hear about it, just let me know."
She would’ve rolled her hips again—was thinking about it, actually—when suddenly the world tilts and she’s the one being rolled. A surprised laugh spills out with her breath, interrupted just as quickly by a breathy moan as he settles above her. Oh—this. This she likes. The warmth and weight of him pressing her into the bed, the way he fits between and against her like a puzzle piece she hadn’t known she was missing until now.
Her leg curls instinctively around his hips, locking him in as her spine arches to fit beneath him, her chest brushing his. Her hand, still tangled in his hair, drops to his shoulder to anchor her, fingertips pressing into the muscle as her breath catches again. "I like when you do that," she whispers, a little breathless, a little shaky, her voice barely more than silk caught on heat. Her other hand skims up his thigh, lingering with a teasing drag before wrapping around to his ass, pulling him in even closer. She shivers, hips rising to meet the weight of his body against hers. "I like the way you feel..." Her lips hover near his, brushing faintly, eyes half-lidded and glowing in the low light even as her hands continue to roam across the plains and valleys of his back.
"A lot."
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
