Whether I'm gonna curse you out or
Take you back to my house
Take you back to my house
Flora melts into him without resistance, the familiar shape of his body fitting against hers beneath the water as though the space between them has never served any useful purpose. His voice drops, his nose brushing hers, and another shiver slips through her that has nothing to do with Halo’s cold. Her lips part as his hover close enough that only steam can pass between them, and the breath she draws in carries the barest edge of sound, a moan softened into something warm and fleeting.
She doesn’t get the chance to answer before he hitches her higher, tipping her forward and into his mouth. The movement pulls a small whimper from her, swallowed almost immediately by the kiss as heat rises sharply from her belly, fierce enough to rival the springs around them. Flora keeps her mouth poised hungrily against his, meeting every press and shift with one of her own, while her thighs bracket his hips with sudden, unmistakable greed. Her fingers tighten in his hair as she settles more securely against him, letting the water hold the rest of her weight while she takes whatever he gives her and quietly asks for more.
When he finally parts from her, Flora’s cheeks are properly flushed, her breathing just uneven enough to betray how thoroughly he’s affected her. Her aqua eyes smoulder beneath lowered lashes as she considers the suggestion, rolling one shoulder beneath the path of his hand before leaning in again. This kiss lands far too gently against the corner of his mouth, all soft lips and false innocence. "Because," she murmurs, letting the word brush warmly over his skin, "there isn’t nearly enough fabric here for you to properly tear it off me."
She doesn’t get the chance to answer before he hitches her higher, tipping her forward and into his mouth. The movement pulls a small whimper from her, swallowed almost immediately by the kiss as heat rises sharply from her belly, fierce enough to rival the springs around them. Flora keeps her mouth poised hungrily against his, meeting every press and shift with one of her own, while her thighs bracket his hips with sudden, unmistakable greed. Her fingers tighten in his hair as she settles more securely against him, letting the water hold the rest of her weight while she takes whatever he gives her and quietly asks for more.
When he finally parts from her, Flora’s cheeks are properly flushed, her breathing just uneven enough to betray how thoroughly he’s affected her. Her aqua eyes smoulder beneath lowered lashes as she considers the suggestion, rolling one shoulder beneath the path of his hand before leaning in again. This kiss lands far too gently against the corner of his mouth, all soft lips and false innocence. "Because," she murmurs, letting the word brush warmly over his skin, "there isn’t nearly enough fabric here for you to properly tear it off me."
flora
I haven't decided yet
But I'm gonna get you back
But I'm gonna get you back
