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'I did.' Flora confirms proudly, having watched Jack sink down at her side with a predatory intensity that she's absolutely inherited from her father. "Hopefully it doesn't put too much hair on my chest." She adds, hoping he'll follow her line of thought. Just in case he doesn't, or perhaps to distract him if he doesn't, Flora rolls her shoulders enough to shrug her hair away from her chest, revealing a shirt whose neckline plummets suggestively towards her navel.
Grinning prettily, Flora bobs her eyebrows and moves as if to hand the bottle over before pressing it to her own lips instead. She takes a drink, though as one might suspect, she does everything she can to make the movements as suggestive as possible before swallowing, coughing, and pressing the back of her hand to her lips. '..!' She sputters, passing Jack the bottle.
Once the fire is gone from her throat and the faint pulse of eucalyptus is filling her mouth (it's one of the few proper ingredients in the "gin"), Flora shrugs her shoulders. "Dunno." She hums. "Hard to tell, what with there being no daylight. But I haven't been out here on the beach too long. How about you?"
Grinning prettily, Flora bobs her eyebrows and moves as if to hand the bottle over before pressing it to her own lips instead. She takes a drink, though as one might suspect, she does everything she can to make the movements as suggestive as possible before swallowing, coughing, and pressing the back of her hand to her lips. '..!' She sputters, passing Jack the bottle.
Once the fire is gone from her throat and the faint pulse of eucalyptus is filling her mouth (it's one of the few proper ingredients in the "gin"), Flora shrugs her shoulders. "Dunno." She hums. "Hard to tell, what with there being no daylight. But I haven't been out here on the beach too long. How about you?"
what doesn't kill me makes
me want you more
me want you more
