flora
Flora's breath hitches in slightly, even as Anju's hand wanders the path she'd intended it to. Grinning, her lips parting to allow for a shaky inhale as much as from anticipation, Flora rolls her shoulders back slightly as the older woman takes a seat next to her. Tilting her head to the side slightly and having only to cast a quick glance toward the bar, a fluttery little man with his shirt unbuttoned to the navel appears. With a hesitant smile and shaky fingers, he takes their drink order before disappearing.
"So," Leaning forward, her chin propped up with one hand as she leans across the other, Flora lets her gaze wander over the hard yet enticing contours of Anju's face for a long moment. "You're a dragoon, right?" Already knowing the answer, the girl pressed on. "What's that like? Being a woman in such a...mans world?"
"So," Leaning forward, her chin propped up with one hand as she leans across the other, Flora lets her gaze wander over the hard yet enticing contours of Anju's face for a long moment. "You're a dragoon, right?" Already knowing the answer, the girl pressed on. "What's that like? Being a woman in such a...mans world?"
what doesn't kill me makes
me want you more
me want you more
