flora
Flora's orgasm is made buoyant by the mental applause she hears, and it's made all the more real by the way her eardrums ring. Though Jack is on top of her suddenly, blocking her body from view, she thinks the fact that she has rendered the captain so wonderfully boneless and exhausted will play well with the critics who no doubt will share their opinions come sunrise.
As comfortable on the hard shoreline as she'd ever been in a featherbed, Flora resists the urge to scatter sweet kisses up the side of Jack's face, or to caress his back with featherlight touches. She'd wanted a fuck and that was precisely what she'd gotten, and from the sounds of it, Jack had enjoyed himself as well. She didn't owe him any lingering sweetness and besides, that wasn't what her viewers had come to see.
"Mmmmm." She hums, breathlessly, sounding infinitely smug and satisfied. "Now pull out and hand me the bottle, won't you?"
Cue the standing ovation; her second big O of the night.
~FIN
As comfortable on the hard shoreline as she'd ever been in a featherbed, Flora resists the urge to scatter sweet kisses up the side of Jack's face, or to caress his back with featherlight touches. She'd wanted a fuck and that was precisely what she'd gotten, and from the sounds of it, Jack had enjoyed himself as well. She didn't owe him any lingering sweetness and besides, that wasn't what her viewers had come to see.
"Mmmmm." She hums, breathlessly, sounding infinitely smug and satisfied. "Now pull out and hand me the bottle, won't you?"
Cue the standing ovation; her second big O of the night.
~FIN
what doesn't kill me makes
me want you more
me want you more
