oh my goddess

Sorry, is what Isla wants to say, about to peel her hand back and suggest they gather themselves together for the trip home, but Sunjata seems to know her better than she knows herself these days, and that's even before taking the not being an Ascended thing into consideration. And so as his other hand comes up to cup her cheek she's like putty in his grip, melting into the touch and shifting to further diminish the distance between them. "You have no idea," she whispers, unable to keep the giddy smile from her lips. "Don't stop." Sipping in a shivery breath, Isla both wants to reach for him and not, and while even a few hours ago that sort of indecision would leave her paralyzed, the heat in her blood and the fire in her belly are no longer so patient. Turning her head, she lets her lips brush along the inside of his wrist, and while she might not be Ascended any longer, she still has fangs that skim along the soft flesh, threatening to bite down. ISLA when it's just the two of us, only the two of us, I could die