would that I could

"Words aren't all they're cracked up to be, a lot of the time." Isla shrugs her shoulders. For medical purposes, sure, but when it comes to the more complex world of feelings? Sometimes they just don't cut it. Such is the case right now, because as Remi draws her closer and his emotions begin to thrum through her, she's heedless to stop him. It's like being caught in a tide that's pulling her out - every wave steers her a bit further from the shore, and Isla's barely noticing. The silver sheen on her cheeks would be a vibrant, rosy pink if she possessed blood instead of fluid, and the medic clears her throat and turns over her hands that she might ghost her fingertips across Remi's palms. He's a predator, and it's something she knows so well these days that it makes her bones itch. But he's more than that - and the addition isn't less or more; it's exactly how it should be, for Isla. "Not all weird has to be bad," she says slowly, shrugging her shoulders. "And between you and me, you can sweep me away to that room whenever you feel like it. As long as I'm not in the middle of working on a patient, that is." Smiling softly, Isla glances to the ground. "It was the best sex I've ever had," she admits. "Life as a field medic and a duchess doesn't make for the most exciting love life." Isla the flesh is weak