Isla
"Right. Well," Isla says, because blurting out oh, that's good is something she does at least know not to do, "if that's the case, I'm not sure how much generic practice you need. Sex is something that most people do with only a few select people. And that sexual relationship can develop and look different, from person to person." How are they having this conversation?
Then Ever is moving on to kissing, and Isla's furrowed brow is almost comical as she tilts her head, wanting nothing more than to take a penlight and peep into the aviator's brain and what the fuck it's thinking. "Okay but... it's not about doing the right things. It's about doing things that feel good. For you, and for the other person," she attempts. Gods, does she attempt.
Clearing her throat brusquely as they pivot onto women and their fuckin needs, the medic laughs and rubs at her forehead. "I think it very much depends on the sexual partner," she says, restating her earlier point. "And that goes for men and women."
Then Ever is moving on to kissing, and Isla's furrowed brow is almost comical as she tilts her head, wanting nothing more than to take a penlight and peep into the aviator's brain and what the fuck it's thinking. "Okay but... it's not about doing the right things. It's about doing things that feel good. For you, and for the other person," she attempts. Gods, does she attempt.
Clearing her throat brusquely as they pivot onto women and their fuckin needs, the medic laughs and rubs at her forehead. "I think it very much depends on the sexual partner," she says, restating her earlier point. "And that goes for men and women."
I'll take a bruise, I know you're worth it
When you hit me, hit me hard
When you hit me, hit me hard
