Whether I'm gonna curse you out or
Take you back to my house
Take you back to my house
Flora’s delight is impossible to hide, not when she can practically feel the weight of Kai’s gaze moving over her, each lingering look warming her in ways the springs haven’t yet had the chance to manage. The cold still raises goosebumps along her arms and pulls another shiver through her, but there’s far too much pleasure threaded through it to blame the air alone. By the time she folds herself into the cannonball, she’s already sparkling with the private triumph of having stolen his full attention.
Heat closes around her in a glittering rush and Flora touches the rocky bottom just long enough to push away from it, rising quickly through the water and surfacing as close to Kai as she can manage. Her arms slide around his neck before either of them has time to drift apart, drawing her flush against him while the water takes away nearly all of her weight. The sensation makes it effortless to fit herself closer, the white and gold of her bikini pressed against his chest as steam curls around them. "What was that?" she wonders brightly, her grin far too mischievous to sell the innocence she tries to give it. "I couldn’t hear you."
She absolutely could, and the bond gives her away even if her expression somehow doesn’t. Joy fizzes through it like champagne, bright and effervescent, carrying all the girlish thrill of being wanted by him as though they’re still discovering one another for the first time. Flora revels in it shamelessly, in the fact that after everything between them, he can still make her feel new and giddy and just a little bit wicked. Her fingers lace coyly together behind his neck before slipping into his hair, holding him there while her body remains weightless but pressed firmly against his.
Heat closes around her in a glittering rush and Flora touches the rocky bottom just long enough to push away from it, rising quickly through the water and surfacing as close to Kai as she can manage. Her arms slide around his neck before either of them has time to drift apart, drawing her flush against him while the water takes away nearly all of her weight. The sensation makes it effortless to fit herself closer, the white and gold of her bikini pressed against his chest as steam curls around them. "What was that?" she wonders brightly, her grin far too mischievous to sell the innocence she tries to give it. "I couldn’t hear you."
She absolutely could, and the bond gives her away even if her expression somehow doesn’t. Joy fizzes through it like champagne, bright and effervescent, carrying all the girlish thrill of being wanted by him as though they’re still discovering one another for the first time. Flora revels in it shamelessly, in the fact that after everything between them, he can still make her feel new and giddy and just a little bit wicked. Her fingers lace coyly together behind his neck before slipping into his hair, holding him there while her body remains weightless but pressed firmly against his.
flora
I haven't decided yet
But I'm gonna get you back
But I'm gonna get you back
