Isla
Isla is all geared up and ready to flee the awkwardness when the first threads of Remi's emotions start to seep through, and it's enough to have her gazing back up and into his eyes. They're both confused, and at least on Isla's part, very regretful that a single moment had nearly ruined everything that came before it. It might be a risky move (and it definitely won't make Remi's erection any happier), but the medic folds back into his arms to hug him.
"Okay," she murmurs, nodding agreement against his bare chest. "I don't want it to be over yet either. And I'm sorry, I just thought..." Trailing off, she shrugs her shoulders and flashes a self-conscious sort of smile up at him. "I don't know what I thought, but it was a bit stupid." Pressing a kiss against his chest, just beyond the scarring from Fiat Lux, her hands stray down onto his hips. "It also feels a little... flat, to leave things like this."
"Okay," she murmurs, nodding agreement against his bare chest. "I don't want it to be over yet either. And I'm sorry, I just thought..." Trailing off, she shrugs her shoulders and flashes a self-conscious sort of smile up at him. "I don't know what I thought, but it was a bit stupid." Pressing a kiss against his chest, just beyond the scarring from Fiat Lux, her hands stray down onto his hips. "It also feels a little... flat, to leave things like this."
we're gonna separate ourselves tonight
we're always running scared but holding knives
we're always running scared but holding knives
