is this the end of all the endings?
Flora's smile only widens at the way he falters, that little stunned whu— and the puff of his cheeks landing squarely in the centre of her chest like something she wants to keep, something bright and ridiculous and entirely his, and she watches him through it with a look that softens without her permission, her gaze warming as his fingers slip into her hair and draw it over her shoulder with that easy, absent kind of care that always undoes her a little more than it should.
"Well," she says, lifting her chin just slightly, her tone sliding into something matter-of-fact that barely hides the grin curling at her mouth, "unless we want Jack to think his presence here is changing up my routine, obviously running is what I’d be doing, so if you’re coming with..." Her eyes flick up to his, victory already written there before she even finishes the thought, the expression bright and pleased and entirely unapologetic.
But it softens again as quickly as it comes, her breath catching just a fraction at the kiss pressed to her fingers, something warmer settling into her chest, heavier in the best way, until it spills out of her in an overly affectionate sigh that she doesn’t even try to rein in. "I love you so much," she says, the words easy and full and entirely unguarded as they leave her.
She catches the pillow without looking, laughing as she tosses it back onto the bed, already moving, already slipping out of the moment and into the next with that same effortless momentum that seems to carry her through everything, and as she reaches for the hem of her shirt she yanks it up and off in one smooth motion, immediately flinging it toward his face before he can get more than a glimpse of her bare tits, her laughter bright and ringing as she turns away to change, quick and unbothered, already shifting into her running clothes, ready to drag him out into the morning whether he’s prepared or not.
~FIN
"Well," she says, lifting her chin just slightly, her tone sliding into something matter-of-fact that barely hides the grin curling at her mouth, "unless we want Jack to think his presence here is changing up my routine, obviously running is what I’d be doing, so if you’re coming with..." Her eyes flick up to his, victory already written there before she even finishes the thought, the expression bright and pleased and entirely unapologetic.
But it softens again as quickly as it comes, her breath catching just a fraction at the kiss pressed to her fingers, something warmer settling into her chest, heavier in the best way, until it spills out of her in an overly affectionate sigh that she doesn’t even try to rein in. "I love you so much," she says, the words easy and full and entirely unguarded as they leave her.
She catches the pillow without looking, laughing as she tosses it back onto the bed, already moving, already slipping out of the moment and into the next with that same effortless momentum that seems to carry her through everything, and as she reaches for the hem of her shirt she yanks it up and off in one smooth motion, immediately flinging it toward his face before he can get more than a glimpse of her bare tits, her laughter bright and ringing as she turns away to change, quick and unbothered, already shifting into her running clothes, ready to drag him out into the morning whether he’s prepared or not.
~FIN
my broken bones are mending
