Isla
Isla's smile is almost painfully apologetic, and she sighs where she's draped across his stomach, well aware of the state he's currently in - that's she's put him in. "Well," she says softly, her lips whispering over his flesh as she speaks. "I think you already made me feel quite incredible when we were in that room during LongNight, multiple times, and I wasn't given any chance to reciprocate." She makes the reasoning seem quite sound, and her hands slowly continue with the unbuckling of his belt.
"So this would make me feel good." Perhaps there's a hint of predatory satisfaction in her eyes now, to be able to look up the length of Remi's body bathed in starlight, stripped by her own hands, and she lets out a fluttery breath across his skin that is entirely unnecessary, but old habits are hard to break. "Then perhaps next time, we can plan a little better?"
"So this would make me feel good." Perhaps there's a hint of predatory satisfaction in her eyes now, to be able to look up the length of Remi's body bathed in starlight, stripped by her own hands, and she lets out a fluttery breath across his skin that is entirely unnecessary, but old habits are hard to break. "Then perhaps next time, we can plan a little better?"
we're gonna separate ourselves tonight
we're always running scared but holding knives
we're always running scared but holding knives
