double double double down

flora

Her orgasm yawns lazily up the back of her thighs, spreading like a late-blooming flower whose petals fold beneath the first strong breeze. Normally the girl would be annoyed at having rushed too quickly without letting it build up, but actually, she felt even more fulfilled for the thoughts this impromptu fuck had awoken in her. They were the sort of thing that Safrin might strike her down for—or curse her to look old and ugly for a time, as she'd once done to Bastien—but as the goddess wasn't here, Flora was free to think all the ludicrous thoughts she wanted. Thoughts like, had Safrin started out as a mortal, would she have been like me? is this what it feels like, to take the first step toward real power?

Only the uncomfortable twang caused by post-orgasm oversensitivity has Flora blinking back into the moment, not having realized that she'd been whispering these thoughts into the side of Jack's neck. Sobered somewhat for having fucked the captain, it was with a coquettish little smile that the Doubletake slipped herself off of Jack's lap. Tossing him a blanket to either clean up or cover himself with, Flora tugged down her skirt and leaned back against the couch once more. Determination sparkled brightly in her eyes, as she reached for the discarded bottle of whiskey.

"Thanks, Jack." She murmured, not meaning the sex.

i scream for whatever it's worth
"i love you" ain't that the worst thing you've ever heard?

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!