slow down, you're doing fine
Flora’s grin tilts wickedly as she lifts a shoulder in an airy shrug, the mischief brightening her whole expression. "Surely most people have better sex when it’s with someone they love?" she muses, playful but entirely sincere, her voice carrying that lilting certainty that turns every sentence into something sun-warmed and sure. Obviously brothel workers and serial monogamists would be exceptions, but for most people, Flora is fairly certain the sex just is better with someone you loved, at least if everything she'd recently experienced with Kai was anything to go on.
When his hand closes over hers, her fingers immediately search for the spaces between his, slipping into them with soft, instinctive ease. The moment he says he wants to know everything, her eyes widen just a touch, a flicker of sudden oh gods is breakfast about to become a memoir? lifting through her chest with an almost comedic swiftness. It isn’t that she wouldn’t give him that—she absolutely would—but it’s a lot to unpack over pancakes the size of wagon wheels.
So when he clarifies, when he tells her he doesn’t need everyone listed or a tally of past partners, the nervousness melts off her in a slow exhale. She slouches adoringly against him, her body curving toward his like a shoreline seeking its tide. "I think you know everything that’s important," she says softly, the words tucked against the side of his neck like something grateful. "But if anything lingering ever needs to be talked about, then we absolutely can." His mention of their future sparks a glow across her entire face, something bright and unguarded, and she leans in to press a tender kiss against his shoulder as if the affection has nowhere else it could possibly go.
Then she straightens, her brows lifting with an eager spark. "I want a swimming-pool amount of orange juice," she declares, deadpan and expectant, before settling back so he can wave someone down. She picks up the menu and lets out a soft sigh as her gaze drifts over the options, her voice easing into something thoughtful as she murmurs, "It’s crazy to think that so many of the people we know used to be trapped inside the Hollowed Grounds, you know?" Her fingers tap lightly at the laminated page, her expression distant for a heartbeat before brightening again as she nudges the menu between them for him to see.
When his hand closes over hers, her fingers immediately search for the spaces between his, slipping into them with soft, instinctive ease. The moment he says he wants to know everything, her eyes widen just a touch, a flicker of sudden oh gods is breakfast about to become a memoir? lifting through her chest with an almost comedic swiftness. It isn’t that she wouldn’t give him that—she absolutely would—but it’s a lot to unpack over pancakes the size of wagon wheels.
So when he clarifies, when he tells her he doesn’t need everyone listed or a tally of past partners, the nervousness melts off her in a slow exhale. She slouches adoringly against him, her body curving toward his like a shoreline seeking its tide. "I think you know everything that’s important," she says softly, the words tucked against the side of his neck like something grateful. "But if anything lingering ever needs to be talked about, then we absolutely can." His mention of their future sparks a glow across her entire face, something bright and unguarded, and she leans in to press a tender kiss against his shoulder as if the affection has nowhere else it could possibly go.
Then she straightens, her brows lifting with an eager spark. "I want a swimming-pool amount of orange juice," she declares, deadpan and expectant, before settling back so he can wave someone down. She picks up the menu and lets out a soft sigh as her gaze drifts over the options, her voice easing into something thoughtful as she murmurs, "It’s crazy to think that so many of the people we know used to be trapped inside the Hollowed Grounds, you know?" Her fingers tap lightly at the laminated page, her expression distant for a heartbeat before brightening again as she nudges the menu between them for him to see.
Flora
you can't be everything you wanna be before your time
