Whether I'm gonna curse you out or
Take you back to my house
Take you back to my house
If anyone’s going to show Flora up, she’s perfectly happy for it to be her husband. That doesn’t mean she’s going to make it easy for him, though, and the challenge in his voice has her brows lifting as a slow, delighted smile curves across her lips. "Oh, I don’t know.." she drawls, fingers finding the fastening of her jacket. "That was a pretty incredible showing. I’d hate to take away from your big moment."
The jacket slips from her shoulders with deliberate slowness rather than anything remotely practical, revealing the white bikini beneath in careful stages. Gold glints along its edges, threaded through delicate accents of lace that look especially bright against the warmth of her skin, and while Flora normally prefers black with a neckline dramatic enough to qualify as a threat, tonight she’s chosen something far less expected. She watches Kai the entire time, making no secret of the fact that this performance is for him as she eases each layer away, teeth catching lightly against her lower lip whenever the cold threatens to turn her movements hurried.
It doesn’t get the satisfaction; even as goosebumps sweep over her arms and a shiver slips down her spine, Flora takes her time stepping closer to the water, her scars and freckles shifting across tanned skin as she moves. Once she reaches the edge, she holds Kai’s gaze and lifts both arms slowly over her head, stretching until the motion lengthens her torso and draws the gold-trimmed lace snug against the curve of her breasts. She twists just enough to offer him another angle, then lets one hand glide down through her hair as though she has all the warmth and patience in the world.
Only once she’s certain she’s stolen every scrap of his attention does her smile sharpen into something wickedly triumphant. Flora pushes off hard, folds her knees tightly against her chest, and abandons every ounce of cultivated sensuality in favour of the most aggressively committed cannonball she can manage.
The jacket slips from her shoulders with deliberate slowness rather than anything remotely practical, revealing the white bikini beneath in careful stages. Gold glints along its edges, threaded through delicate accents of lace that look especially bright against the warmth of her skin, and while Flora normally prefers black with a neckline dramatic enough to qualify as a threat, tonight she’s chosen something far less expected. She watches Kai the entire time, making no secret of the fact that this performance is for him as she eases each layer away, teeth catching lightly against her lower lip whenever the cold threatens to turn her movements hurried.
It doesn’t get the satisfaction; even as goosebumps sweep over her arms and a shiver slips down her spine, Flora takes her time stepping closer to the water, her scars and freckles shifting across tanned skin as she moves. Once she reaches the edge, she holds Kai’s gaze and lifts both arms slowly over her head, stretching until the motion lengthens her torso and draws the gold-trimmed lace snug against the curve of her breasts. She twists just enough to offer him another angle, then lets one hand glide down through her hair as though she has all the warmth and patience in the world.
Only once she’s certain she’s stolen every scrap of his attention does her smile sharpen into something wickedly triumphant. Flora pushes off hard, folds her knees tightly against her chest, and abandons every ounce of cultivated sensuality in favour of the most aggressively committed cannonball she can manage.
flora
I haven't decided yet
But I'm gonna get you back
But I'm gonna get you back
