walk me home in the dead of night
"Mmm, they certainly seem to find lots of things to do as soon as they see you." She notes sounding appropriately impressed, drawing the conclusion that their haste was because of how important Jack was, rather than how murdery and short-tempered he could be.
"Thinking about it." Flora replies, all cleavage-causing shrugs and hooded eyes. One of her many ringed fingers reaches out for one of the wooden railings, trailing suggestively along it. "I'm getting awfully tired of waiting for this courier to show up, so I thought why not go to him?" Not for the first time in one of their conversations does Flora try to make it sound as though Jack has something to be jealous of. Perhaps if her thoughts had been coloured red he might have been, but instead, all she could think of was arctic white and the vast unknown that was Halo.
Pressing her lips together, Flora offers a lopsided shrug as she gazes doe-eyed up at Jack. The thing was, time was growing short. There was a war coming and either Flora could be a part of it and maybe die, or she could go into Sunjata's little Secret Garden thing while maybe everyone else died. All she knew for sure was that there were only a few weeks left of things being the same, and she intended to capitalize on that before everything went to shit.
Between my thighs is what a more experienced Flora might have said, but as those were yet uncharted waters for anything but her right hand and the odd experimental bit of vegetation, the thought was nothing more than a haze in her mind. "Well you know...last time I was aboard the Ark I had to show myself around." She murmurs, trying and failing at making that into an innuendo about masturbating. "Might be nice to have the Captain show me...?" Another swing and a miss, but you know what they say, it's the thought that counts.
Especially with Jack.
"Thinking about it." Flora replies, all cleavage-causing shrugs and hooded eyes. One of her many ringed fingers reaches out for one of the wooden railings, trailing suggestively along it. "I'm getting awfully tired of waiting for this courier to show up, so I thought why not go to him?" Not for the first time in one of their conversations does Flora try to make it sound as though Jack has something to be jealous of. Perhaps if her thoughts had been coloured red he might have been, but instead, all she could think of was arctic white and the vast unknown that was Halo.
Pressing her lips together, Flora offers a lopsided shrug as she gazes doe-eyed up at Jack. The thing was, time was growing short. There was a war coming and either Flora could be a part of it and maybe die, or she could go into Sunjata's little Secret Garden thing while maybe everyone else died. All she knew for sure was that there were only a few weeks left of things being the same, and she intended to capitalize on that before everything went to shit.
Between my thighs is what a more experienced Flora might have said, but as those were yet uncharted waters for anything but her right hand and the odd experimental bit of vegetation, the thought was nothing more than a haze in her mind. "Well you know...last time I was aboard the Ark I had to show myself around." She murmurs, trying and failing at making that into an innuendo about masturbating. "Might be nice to have the Captain show me...?" Another swing and a miss, but you know what they say, it's the thought that counts.
Especially with Jack.
