Whether I'm gonna curse you out or
Take you back to my house
Take you back to my house
The roughened sound that catches in Kai’s throat sends heat sparking up from the soles of Flora’s feet, bright and immediate enough that her lips chase after it greedily. She kisses him as though she might catch the sound between them and swallow it whole, her fingers tightening at his temples while the water shifts in warm, glittering folds around their bodies.
Normally, Flora has no desire to make her husband jealous; right now, though, with his grip turning rougher and something possessive sharpening behind every touch, she can’t resist feeding it. "Mmm, and all our friends too," she murmurs huskily against his mouth, her smile brushing his lips. "Just imagine if anyone had a camera. The sorts of pictures they could take." She arches beneath his hands with deliberate slowness, lifting her chest into the small space between them as though offering Kai the image himself: white fabric displaced, golden straps loosened, and far too much bare skin captured for anyone else to keep. The thought sends a crimson flush spreading higher across her cheeks, though whether it comes from embarrassment or delight is impossible to separate.
The sudden pinch of his fingers draws her breath short and whatever sharp sound threatens to follow dissolves beneath the gentler pass of his thumb, the contrast leaving her trembling more than either touch could have managed alone. Garnet pours deeper through the bond, smoky at the edges now, the gold caught inside it glowing like sparks beneath dark glass. When his hand glides along the inside of her thigh, a shaky moan slips into his mouth before she can contain it. Her hips ease away from their insistence against him, not retreating so much as shifting to give his hand greater freedom.
Flora can pretend at control in nearly any situation: she can turn hesitation into confidence, fear into a joke, and uncertainty into something bright enough that no one thinks to look beneath it. A touch from Kaisel, though, in the right place strips every performance clean away, leaving her helplessly sincere in her wanting. Gods, he makes her feel like a teenager again, stealing moments wherever they can find them, desperate for one more kiss from someone she can’t keep her hands off. Never mind that this is supposed to be an evening out with her husband, though she doesn’t see why both can’t be true.
Normally, Flora has no desire to make her husband jealous; right now, though, with his grip turning rougher and something possessive sharpening behind every touch, she can’t resist feeding it. "Mmm, and all our friends too," she murmurs huskily against his mouth, her smile brushing his lips. "Just imagine if anyone had a camera. The sorts of pictures they could take." She arches beneath his hands with deliberate slowness, lifting her chest into the small space between them as though offering Kai the image himself: white fabric displaced, golden straps loosened, and far too much bare skin captured for anyone else to keep. The thought sends a crimson flush spreading higher across her cheeks, though whether it comes from embarrassment or delight is impossible to separate.
The sudden pinch of his fingers draws her breath short and whatever sharp sound threatens to follow dissolves beneath the gentler pass of his thumb, the contrast leaving her trembling more than either touch could have managed alone. Garnet pours deeper through the bond, smoky at the edges now, the gold caught inside it glowing like sparks beneath dark glass. When his hand glides along the inside of her thigh, a shaky moan slips into his mouth before she can contain it. Her hips ease away from their insistence against him, not retreating so much as shifting to give his hand greater freedom.
Flora can pretend at control in nearly any situation: she can turn hesitation into confidence, fear into a joke, and uncertainty into something bright enough that no one thinks to look beneath it. A touch from Kaisel, though, in the right place strips every performance clean away, leaving her helplessly sincere in her wanting. Gods, he makes her feel like a teenager again, stealing moments wherever they can find them, desperate for one more kiss from someone she can’t keep her hands off. Never mind that this is supposed to be an evening out with her husband, though she doesn’t see why both can’t be true.
flora
I haven't decided yet
But I'm gonna get you back
But I'm gonna get you back
