flora
"I say that like you could ask said goddess for more things. I happen to have it on very good authority that Safrin quite likes blue-eyed dark-haired men." Hopefully somewhere far away, Ronin was suddenly experiencing a very unexpected pang of jealousy. Tutting, Flora shrugs delicately. "And here I thought a man like you wouldn't rely on luck to get what he needed." Her smile widens. "Or wanted." She adds, and though she's trying for alluring and only slightly suggestive, her thoughts more than give her away.
Lean in Flora does, her shoulder brushing into his as her other arm trails after the bottle. All the while her gaze remains as locked upon his as she can, though the darkness around them seems to swallow the deep sea blue of his eyes rendering them black and gold in the firelight. Her thoughts have already warmed her core as images of his hands pinning her wrists into the sand flash behind her eyes. Life was too short not to have sex on the beach during LongNight, but if it wasn't Jack, maybe it would be someone else. Or maybe it would just be Flora, and that was perfectly fine too.
Lean in Flora does, her shoulder brushing into his as her other arm trails after the bottle. All the while her gaze remains as locked upon his as she can, though the darkness around them seems to swallow the deep sea blue of his eyes rendering them black and gold in the firelight. Her thoughts have already warmed her core as images of his hands pinning her wrists into the sand flash behind her eyes. Life was too short not to have sex on the beach during LongNight, but if it wasn't Jack, maybe it would be someone else. Or maybe it would just be Flora, and that was perfectly fine too.
what doesn't kill me makes
me want you more
me want you more
