the pause between breathing

"Ah, feeling better I see?" Isla at least manages to grin back at him, though the sly circling of his fingers is one hell of a distraction, lending a silvery flush to her cheeks, and she's caught besides in the sensation of him beneath her hand. Like Varus, she hasn't realised how much she's craved this sort of closeness, and it serves as a keen motivator to get the rest of his clothes off. "Mm...?" A quick learner, her fingers deftly locate the buckle he mentions, loosening it in moments. And as she frees part of the leather patchworking, it's with an expression of utter triumph, her hands spending a few moments drifting over his shoulders, as if to savour this small victory. "Hm, now let's see," she mumbles, though her hips are rolling against his touch of their own accord by now, and it's getting increasingly hard to care about the clasp she's found or what else it might reveal. Isla the flesh is weak