is this the end of all the endings?
Kai’s pleas only make her worse. Flora laughs so hard her stomach aches, fingers darting mercilessly down to find the strip of sensitive pull of muscle around his hip, hidden just beneath the waistband of his pants. His squirming only eggs her on; she’s half feral with delight, curls clinging to her damp skin, gold jewellery dulled with grime. There’s nothing elegant about it, and gods, she loves it; loves how light her heart feels, how every breath with him turns into laughter, how every moment together seems to unravel into something sweet and chaotic and utterly alive.
She’s in the middle of crowing a confused, "The what—" when his hands clamp around her wrists and his teeth sink into the inside of her thigh. The yelp that escapes her is sharp and startled, half shock, half laughter. She jerks instinctively to the side, tumbling off him and landing in a gloriously graceless heap. Her hip hits the ground with a wet smack, and the vines beneath them actually slither back, like they’re scandalized, before creeping in again to reclaim the space.
"Kaisel!" she exclaims, twisting around to glare at him, eyes wide with disbelief that’s entirely performative. "Did you just bite me?" Her tone teeters between outrage and laughter, and after a long, incredulous stare, she lifts a brow, lips curling into a smirk. "Wait, does that mean you're going to make me a mud dick?"
She’s in the middle of crowing a confused, "The what—" when his hands clamp around her wrists and his teeth sink into the inside of her thigh. The yelp that escapes her is sharp and startled, half shock, half laughter. She jerks instinctively to the side, tumbling off him and landing in a gloriously graceless heap. Her hip hits the ground with a wet smack, and the vines beneath them actually slither back, like they’re scandalized, before creeping in again to reclaim the space.
"Kaisel!" she exclaims, twisting around to glare at him, eyes wide with disbelief that’s entirely performative. "Did you just bite me?" Her tone teeters between outrage and laughter, and after a long, incredulous stare, she lifts a brow, lips curling into a smirk. "Wait, does that mean you're going to make me a mud dick?"
my broken bones are mending
