walk me home in the dead of night
Petal sounds like the sort of thing Enzo would have called her, and the painful burn of his name in her mind combined with the sudden weight in her bones has the heat in Flora's belly kindling.
Parting her lips again but not before taking in a breath and holding it, Flora melts into the feeling of Paige's nails against her head and the soft feeling of her lips against her own once more. Petals, she thinks, as if that's all their lips were; just lazy petals caught in a warm snapdragon breeze.
The snapdragon has increased the volume of everything, such that the soft sounds from Paige resonate nearly as loudly as the drum of her own heartbeat. It's as intoxicating as the smoke, and Flora has to fight to keep from laughing with bright frustration at just how much everything is.
Only when Paige pulls away does Flora feel like she has any control of her senses. Letting her lashes flutter open slowly, she huffs out the breath she'd been holding. Realizing that at some point she'd placed her hands on Paige's thighs to, presumably, hold the girl in place over her, Flora bashfully softens the pressure of her fingertips though keeps her hands where they were.
"Yeah.." She agrees, swallowing, and trying not to drown in the dusky blue of Paige's eyes. "Is...that how you normally do it?"
Parting her lips again but not before taking in a breath and holding it, Flora melts into the feeling of Paige's nails against her head and the soft feeling of her lips against her own once more. Petals, she thinks, as if that's all their lips were; just lazy petals caught in a warm snapdragon breeze.
The snapdragon has increased the volume of everything, such that the soft sounds from Paige resonate nearly as loudly as the drum of her own heartbeat. It's as intoxicating as the smoke, and Flora has to fight to keep from laughing with bright frustration at just how much everything is.
Only when Paige pulls away does Flora feel like she has any control of her senses. Letting her lashes flutter open slowly, she huffs out the breath she'd been holding. Realizing that at some point she'd placed her hands on Paige's thighs to, presumably, hold the girl in place over her, Flora bashfully softens the pressure of her fingertips though keeps her hands where they were.
"Yeah.." She agrees, swallowing, and trying not to drown in the dusky blue of Paige's eyes. "Is...that how you normally do it?"
