Whether I'm gonna curse you out or
Take you back to my house
Take you back to my house
The strap slips from Flora’s shoulder, and anticipation scatters over her skin like sunlight striking water, bright and impossible to contain. She shivers against Kaisel as his palm follows, teeth catching the inside of her lower lip while she tries to keep the sound building in her throat from travelling beyond the steam around them. It escapes only as a muted hum on the heels of a sigh when the heel of his hand presses firmly against her nipple, quiet enough to preserve the illusion of privacy even if the way her body arches into his touch does nothing of the sort.
Her fingers tighten in his hair as her hips roll suggestively against him, though the movement is smooth enough that she could blame it entirely on the water pressing her more firmly into his lap. The bond makes the lie pointless, though; heat unfurls from her in deepening shades of garnet, still gilded through with gold but growing hazier at the edges, the bright champagne sparkle of her delight darkening into something richer and smokier.
"Besides," Flora murmurs, voice low and leading as she glances down at the hand steadily undoing what little fabric remains clinging to her body, "if I wore this to our wedding, you’d either have to get comfortable with everyone we know seeing me naked—" Given the speed with which he’s already dismantling it, she can’t imagine the garment surviving their vows. Her smile curves, wicked and breathless. "—and it would be rude to tell them all not to look at the bride." Even if that meant watching as he succumbed to his desires, not that Flora thought Kaisel was necessarily inclined for that sort of public spectacle.
Her fingertips slide from the back of his hair to his temples, guiding his face upward as she leans more fully over him. Poised above him with her thighs still bracketing his hips, Flora captures his mouth in a deeper kiss, pressing herself into the shape of his hands while the garnet haze between them thickens, threaded through with molten gold.
Her fingers tighten in his hair as her hips roll suggestively against him, though the movement is smooth enough that she could blame it entirely on the water pressing her more firmly into his lap. The bond makes the lie pointless, though; heat unfurls from her in deepening shades of garnet, still gilded through with gold but growing hazier at the edges, the bright champagne sparkle of her delight darkening into something richer and smokier.
"Besides," Flora murmurs, voice low and leading as she glances down at the hand steadily undoing what little fabric remains clinging to her body, "if I wore this to our wedding, you’d either have to get comfortable with everyone we know seeing me naked—" Given the speed with which he’s already dismantling it, she can’t imagine the garment surviving their vows. Her smile curves, wicked and breathless. "—and it would be rude to tell them all not to look at the bride." Even if that meant watching as he succumbed to his desires, not that Flora thought Kaisel was necessarily inclined for that sort of public spectacle.
Her fingertips slide from the back of his hair to his temples, guiding his face upward as she leans more fully over him. Poised above him with her thighs still bracketing his hips, Flora captures his mouth in a deeper kiss, pressing herself into the shape of his hands while the garnet haze between them thickens, threaded through with molten gold.
flora
I haven't decided yet
But I'm gonna get you back
But I'm gonna get you back
