the pause between breathing

It feels as though they stand here in silence forever, gazing up at a door that Isla knows is not as innocuous as it looks. "It's alright, we can think of something el--" She's cut off by his arm slipping from around her shoulders, by fingers twining between her own, and before Isla can ask if he's sure, he's tugging her into the warm darkness, the door an echoing slam behind her. And for a second Varus isn't the only one who needs to gather himself. Heat surges through Isla's belly and she feels everything all at once; the air whispering against her skin, the smell of something sweet and floral in the room, the crest and pull of lust and all the physicality that goes with it. She sees Varus, too, with his back to her, gazing on him in a way that feels the same and somehow different. With cheeks flushed silver and a mind now singularly focused, she steps up behind him, pressed close, her arms slipping around his waist. "How do you feel?" she whispers, pressing a kiss to the soft skin just behind his ear, her hands dipping lower on his hips. Isla the flesh is weak