is this the end of all the endings?
Flora’s delight blooms, lush and radiant as Kai's tone deepens and the play takes on that edge of gravity he so rarely wields. Whether he’s genuinely serious or just throwing himself into the performance, it doesn’t matter. It’s the kind of melodrama she lives for, the kind she so often stages herself, and gods if it isn’t delicious to see him wrapped up in it, giving it back to her with the same theatrical conviction she adores.
When he repeats jail in that grave, velvety tone and presses in closer, she swallows, partly to feign nervousness, partly because he looks unbearably hot doing it. The deep, molten hue of his eyes has gone darker still, and the rumble of his voice threads through her like heat. If they weren’t both slick with mud, she might have tried to bait him into a very different kind of game altogether.
Still, Flora lifts her chin in defiance, nose brushing his as she meets his intensity with mock hauteur. "Please," she murmurs, the laughter ghosting over her words, "I’m much more clever than your parents ever were." It’s meant to sound cool, smug, but when he leans down, lips barely grazing hers, the act cracks. Her body shifts instinctively beneath him, a breathy sound escaping her throat before she can catch it, a soft mmh that turns into a wicked little smile. "Oh, you have another jail in mind?" she teases, voice husky, eyes bright. "What, is this the part where I find out you’ve got some secret murder dungeon somewhere and that you're actually some sort of serial killer?" The Merch Murderer, maybe?
The vines beneath them pulse faintly, as though the jungle itself leans in to listen. Kai will feel the flex of her muscles under his hand, the ripple of tension and tease, her aqua eyes gleaming with that impossible blend of challenge and play. His voice wraps around her name like silk, and it draws colour to her cheeks, heat sparking along her skin. "Oh really?" she breathes, an eyebrow lifting as her grin curves sharp against his warning. "Well," she murmurs, hips shifting just enough to further smash down her mud penis against him, "I guess that means someone’s getting birthday presents after all."
When he repeats jail in that grave, velvety tone and presses in closer, she swallows, partly to feign nervousness, partly because he looks unbearably hot doing it. The deep, molten hue of his eyes has gone darker still, and the rumble of his voice threads through her like heat. If they weren’t both slick with mud, she might have tried to bait him into a very different kind of game altogether.
Still, Flora lifts her chin in defiance, nose brushing his as she meets his intensity with mock hauteur. "Please," she murmurs, the laughter ghosting over her words, "I’m much more clever than your parents ever were." It’s meant to sound cool, smug, but when he leans down, lips barely grazing hers, the act cracks. Her body shifts instinctively beneath him, a breathy sound escaping her throat before she can catch it, a soft mmh that turns into a wicked little smile. "Oh, you have another jail in mind?" she teases, voice husky, eyes bright. "What, is this the part where I find out you’ve got some secret murder dungeon somewhere and that you're actually some sort of serial killer?" The Merch Murderer, maybe?
The vines beneath them pulse faintly, as though the jungle itself leans in to listen. Kai will feel the flex of her muscles under his hand, the ripple of tension and tease, her aqua eyes gleaming with that impossible blend of challenge and play. His voice wraps around her name like silk, and it draws colour to her cheeks, heat sparking along her skin. "Oh really?" she breathes, an eyebrow lifting as her grin curves sharp against his warning. "Well," she murmurs, hips shifting just enough to further smash down her mud penis against him, "I guess that means someone’s getting birthday presents after all."
my broken bones are mending
