Isla
"I try to make a habit of not letting stupid get a foot in the door," Isla remarks, her voice muffled against him, her eyes closing to pretend she can feel the kiss he presses to her hair. Still, Isla leans into the embrace, her cheek resting against where she can feel his heartbeat thrumming through his body. And obviously she can feel the rest of him too, and her fingers pluck teasingly at the waistband of his pants.
With her eyes closed, the way Remi's accent wraps around his words sounds nearly like music, and Isla is smiling despite herself. "Well," she says at last, peeking up at him again. "It's good to know that I am still human enough to overreact and almost ruin a perfectly good date." She ought to step back, she knows, but she just can't bring herself to do so. "Do you want to...?" Pick up where we left off? Map more stars? Drag each other into the sex room?
With her eyes closed, the way Remi's accent wraps around his words sounds nearly like music, and Isla is smiling despite herself. "Well," she says at last, peeking up at him again. "It's good to know that I am still human enough to overreact and almost ruin a perfectly good date." She ought to step back, she knows, but she just can't bring herself to do so. "Do you want to...?" Pick up where we left off? Map more stars? Drag each other into the sex room?
we're gonna separate ourselves tonight
we're always running scared but holding knives
we're always running scared but holding knives
