Whether I'm gonna curse you out or
Take you back to my house
Take you back to my house
The garnet flooding through Flora’s thoughts deepens beneath the tightening of Kai’s hands, pressure turning it crimson until every colour between them feels dark, sparkling, and swollen with want. Her breathing has already broken into shallow little sips, each one stolen against his mouth before his lips claim hers again and leave her with nowhere for the heat to go.
His hand slips lower beneath the loosened fabric, and the first deliberate brush of his thumb against her clit pulls a jerking moan from her. The sound sings directly into his mouth, caught around the curl of her tongue as her fingers flinch against him. Her hips rock forward before she can temper the response, her entire body drawing taut against his while the water shivers outward in glittering ripples.
Flora refuses to surrender even the fraction of space speaking aloud would require. Instead, her voice pours directly into his thoughts, heavy with heat and sharpened by the impatience he’s drawn so effortlessly from her. I said, if you don’t fuck me right now, I swear to Safrin I’ll divorce you before this wedding. At the same time, one of her hands abandons the angle of his jaw and trails down the hard planes of his torso, fingertips following familiar muscle beneath the water until they reach his swim shorts. She finds the laces by touch and tugs at them with none of the teasing patience she’d shown while undressing herself.
Whatever girlish thrill had fizzed through her before has become something far more urgent now, though it still carries the same impossible sweetness beneath it. This is her husband. The man she’s already chosen, already loved through more than should fit inside one lifetime, and somehow he can still kiss her until she feels reckless and new, as though they’ve stolen this moment instead of earning every part of it. Her mouth presses greedily back to his, swallowing any answer he might have tried to give while the bond burns between them like garnet held against a flame.
His hand slips lower beneath the loosened fabric, and the first deliberate brush of his thumb against her clit pulls a jerking moan from her. The sound sings directly into his mouth, caught around the curl of her tongue as her fingers flinch against him. Her hips rock forward before she can temper the response, her entire body drawing taut against his while the water shivers outward in glittering ripples.
Flora refuses to surrender even the fraction of space speaking aloud would require. Instead, her voice pours directly into his thoughts, heavy with heat and sharpened by the impatience he’s drawn so effortlessly from her. I said, if you don’t fuck me right now, I swear to Safrin I’ll divorce you before this wedding. At the same time, one of her hands abandons the angle of his jaw and trails down the hard planes of his torso, fingertips following familiar muscle beneath the water until they reach his swim shorts. She finds the laces by touch and tugs at them with none of the teasing patience she’d shown while undressing herself.
Whatever girlish thrill had fizzed through her before has become something far more urgent now, though it still carries the same impossible sweetness beneath it. This is her husband. The man she’s already chosen, already loved through more than should fit inside one lifetime, and somehow he can still kiss her until she feels reckless and new, as though they’ve stolen this moment instead of earning every part of it. Her mouth presses greedily back to his, swallowing any answer he might have tried to give while the bond burns between them like garnet held against a flame.
flora
I haven't decided yet
But I'm gonna get you back
But I'm gonna get you back
