your touch brought forth an incandescent glow, tarnished but so grand
Flora trembles in his arms, but only because her laughter has made her body feel so wonderfully weightless that the butterflies in her stomach feel like they might suddenly lift her off her feet. Surely this was love? This exact feeling that Koa inspired in her, not because he'd orchestrated his hands and lips based on the inner workings of her thoughts, but because he felt it too?
"Maybe," Flora agrees coyly, peeping up at Koa. "But you were a much sloppier kisser back then." She teases, unable once again to keep her smile from running away from her. Grinning, Flora shifts against the dragoon, wanting only to feel him around her anew in all the places her body had already melded so familiarity against his own that the connection felt almost invisible. Shivers ran down her spine as she did so, and gods, had she known what the world had in store for them in the days and weeks to follow, she might have thrown caution to the wind and begged to feel more of him. Demanded it, even.
Instead, flushed and utterly undone by the magic of the moment, Flora groans reluctantly up at Koa. "You should probably sit down, and maybe drink some more of the fountain water." She suggests. "And if you take off that sweater, I can put something on it so maybe it won't stain."
So saying the Doubletake will guide the dragoon back towards the couch but not before peeling his sweater off of him. With no shortage of appreciation for what is underneath, Flora does her utmost not to exacerbate any of Koa's injuries, hard as it is for her—for both of them, really—to keep their hands to themselves. In the end, though, it's with fingers intertwined and a good deal of Fountain Water drank that they slip off to sleep.
~FIN
"Maybe," Flora agrees coyly, peeping up at Koa. "But you were a much sloppier kisser back then." She teases, unable once again to keep her smile from running away from her. Grinning, Flora shifts against the dragoon, wanting only to feel him around her anew in all the places her body had already melded so familiarity against his own that the connection felt almost invisible. Shivers ran down her spine as she did so, and gods, had she known what the world had in store for them in the days and weeks to follow, she might have thrown caution to the wind and begged to feel more of him. Demanded it, even.
Instead, flushed and utterly undone by the magic of the moment, Flora groans reluctantly up at Koa. "You should probably sit down, and maybe drink some more of the fountain water." She suggests. "And if you take off that sweater, I can put something on it so maybe it won't stain."
So saying the Doubletake will guide the dragoon back towards the couch but not before peeling his sweater off of him. With no shortage of appreciation for what is underneath, Flora does her utmost not to exacerbate any of Koa's injuries, hard as it is for her—for both of them, really—to keep their hands to themselves. In the end, though, it's with fingers intertwined and a good deal of Fountain Water drank that they slip off to sleep.
~FIN
