the pause between breathing

"Well I wouldn't have known it if you hadn't told me," Isla murmurs against his chest, smiling and peeping up at him. She can't get enough of the touches to her hair, her back, the curves of her hips and breasts; every brush of Varus's fingers is electric, and it's with a great deal of reluctance that she finally shifts to lay with him. Half tucked against his side, her hand dances across his torso in lazy strokes, legs all tangled up with his own. "Mm, there's always next time," she mumbles, kissing along the curve of his jawline. Her fingers drift up now to whisper across his cheek, her thumb grazing across the kohl that smudges his eyes. "What happened?" she whispers, obviously meaning the state she'd found him in. And more than that - what if it happened again? Isla the flesh is weak