i could be the reason you can't sleep at night
"At least until I throw another one." Flora agrees, her fury dampened by this barrage of compliments. Unable to tell if she appreciates this or not - her anger had to have some where to go, after all - the Doubletake opts to remain silent lest she say something a bit too obviously needy like, who knows, maybe I'll invite you to that one.
As her feather hits the dirt, Flora's hand is already ready to recall the blade. She didn't really want to hurt Koa, or at least not properly wound him, but if she could tear up his uniform so he'd get in trouble? That would absolutely do. Before she can command the blade to return to her, suddenly her wrist is pinned against her back and Koa is close. So close in fact she thinks she can feel the ripple of muscles that certainly hadn't been there last time, and to feel the stubble on his cheek as his lips edged toward her ear. And was he taller than before, or was she just imagining that? Heat flares across her body as if she'd just opened an oven, and even as her torso tenses against his, part of her desperately wants to melt against him and let her imagination run wild.
"But maybe you should." Feather forgotten, luckily for Pip, Flora tries to thrust her hips backward hoping to hit him in the groin. She wouldn't be able to properly mash any of his sensitive bits (had those changed too?), but hopefully it would distract him enough that as she stomped one of her heels down, it would land painfully on his toes.
As her feather hits the dirt, Flora's hand is already ready to recall the blade. She didn't really want to hurt Koa, or at least not properly wound him, but if she could tear up his uniform so he'd get in trouble? That would absolutely do. Before she can command the blade to return to her, suddenly her wrist is pinned against her back and Koa is close. So close in fact she thinks she can feel the ripple of muscles that certainly hadn't been there last time, and to feel the stubble on his cheek as his lips edged toward her ear. And was he taller than before, or was she just imagining that? Heat flares across her body as if she'd just opened an oven, and even as her torso tenses against his, part of her desperately wants to melt against him and let her imagination run wild.
"But maybe you should." Feather forgotten, luckily for Pip, Flora tries to thrust her hips backward hoping to hit him in the groin. She wouldn't be able to properly mash any of his sensitive bits (had those changed too?), but hopefully it would distract him enough that as she stomped one of her heels down, it would land painfully on his toes.
