the pause between breathing

She fits perfectly against him, arms laced around his neck and shoulders as he carries her away towards the bed. They certainly aren't done yet, but the breather is enough to let her appreciate him properly, her fingers running softly through his hair and dancing down the back of his neck. The bed is something else entirely, nearly overwhelming to an Ascended with a blunted sense of everything, and Isla hums out her encouragement into their kiss. "Who knows? It's like a puzzle," she protests, her fingers reaching out to start unbuttoning part of his gear when his hand slips beneath her skirt, causing her hips to arch in their surprise. "Cal," she whispers, a smile curling at her lips, her tone playfully chastising. "How am I meant to concentrate, mm?" She has managed to unbutton and unbuckle some part of it, at least, her hand sneaking inside to press against his bare chest. Isla the flesh is weak