flora
Flora's legs reluctantly part to allow for one of Jack's hands to slide her underwear aside, and if the good captain didn't have her thoughts to rely upon, the ready wetness he'll encounter in addition to her furtive huffs of need would erase any doubts he might have about whether or not she wanted this.
Exhaling as he fills her, Flora's hands become claw-shaped as one of them tugs into Jack's hair the other impatiently grasps at his upper back. "Gods, don't you dare make this like last time-" She pants against his ear. Last time, her first time, had been appropriately measured on Jack's part, full of careful kisses at first and movements based more on expectation than on desire. "I want to be fucked." She emphasizes, though had she known of his abilities she'd have saved her breath; already her mind was imagining the slap of skin against skin, the rolling thud of his hips, and the ache she was sure she'd feel from the quiet violence of what she was asking for.
Exhaling as he fills her, Flora's hands become claw-shaped as one of them tugs into Jack's hair the other impatiently grasps at his upper back. "Gods, don't you dare make this like last time-" She pants against his ear. Last time, her first time, had been appropriately measured on Jack's part, full of careful kisses at first and movements based more on expectation than on desire. "I want to be fucked." She emphasizes, though had she known of his abilities she'd have saved her breath; already her mind was imagining the slap of skin against skin, the rolling thud of his hips, and the ache she was sure she'd feel from the quiet violence of what she was asking for.
what doesn't kill me makes
me want you more
me want you more
