flora
We might speculate as to the cause of Flora's sudden warm rush of confidence as she properly regards Jack: was it the strangeness of being the only one left out of her small group of acquaintances? or perhaps it had to do with her night of firsts with Paige? Either way, it was with thoughts coated in honey and topped with youthful imagination that she flashed Jack a smile and inclined her head suggestively toward the blanket she'd just spread out.
"Hello love yourself." She purrs in response, not matching the smoky quality of his voice but not caring about it either. "Come on captain, you should know me better than that by now." Once she might have been offended that Jack, taker of her virginity and filler of her dreams for months was treating her with such distance, but during this longest of nights, gods but she just didn't care to make a fuss.
Kicking off her shoes, Flora sinks down into the blanket, folding her long legs beneath her before waggling the bottle in Jack's direction. "Made it myself, and before you ask--" Her aqua eyes glisten like gems in the firelight. "--no, it isn't very good, but it is strong." With a smug little twist of her lips, Flora grabs the cork with her teeth before spitting it over her shoulder where the shadows and the sand swallowed it up.
Clearing she was planning on finishing it, with or without Jack's help.
"Hello love yourself." She purrs in response, not matching the smoky quality of his voice but not caring about it either. "Come on captain, you should know me better than that by now." Once she might have been offended that Jack, taker of her virginity and filler of her dreams for months was treating her with such distance, but during this longest of nights, gods but she just didn't care to make a fuss.
Kicking off her shoes, Flora sinks down into the blanket, folding her long legs beneath her before waggling the bottle in Jack's direction. "Made it myself, and before you ask--" Her aqua eyes glisten like gems in the firelight. "--no, it isn't very good, but it is strong." With a smug little twist of her lips, Flora grabs the cork with her teeth before spitting it over her shoulder where the shadows and the sand swallowed it up.
Clearing she was planning on finishing it, with or without Jack's help.
what doesn't kill me makes
me want you more
me want you more
