EVEREST
"Noted." Everest chuckles, if only because this was meant to be a learning experience, much as his body was demanding he goes immediately off-book.
Perhaps a bit too concerned for Isla's modesty or for dOing ThIngS thE RiGhT WaY, Ever had no sense at all for pacing such that without Isla's suggestions to nudge him in the right direction, he'd likely have simply stood there basking in her beauty all afternoon. His balls would have started to ache at some point, but gods if just being in her orbit didn't already feel like much more than he deserved or was ready for.
Not that he didn't want more, of course.
The feel of her bare skin against his chest ignited nerve endings he hadn't realized were so sensitive, and had her fingers not begun their fateful descent, again Everest would have been content to simply drown in the sensation. The flare of heat that the friction between them produced was enough to have the aviator gasping in shock and delight as his hands, quite of their own accord, curled lower around the Remedy as if to cage the heat and keep it from spreading by cupping her upper thigh. 'Gods, that's—" Not quite able to keep his gaze steady or formulate words, Ever felt himself rock forward slightly onto his toes, pressing Isla back against his waiting hand that was act as a barrier.
"—Gods, it's—"
Perhaps a bit too concerned for Isla's modesty or for dOing ThIngS thE RiGhT WaY, Ever had no sense at all for pacing such that without Isla's suggestions to nudge him in the right direction, he'd likely have simply stood there basking in her beauty all afternoon. His balls would have started to ache at some point, but gods if just being in her orbit didn't already feel like much more than he deserved or was ready for.
Not that he didn't want more, of course.
The feel of her bare skin against his chest ignited nerve endings he hadn't realized were so sensitive, and had her fingers not begun their fateful descent, again Everest would have been content to simply drown in the sensation. The flare of heat that the friction between them produced was enough to have the aviator gasping in shock and delight as his hands, quite of their own accord, curled lower around the Remedy as if to cage the heat and keep it from spreading by cupping her upper thigh. 'Gods, that's—" Not quite able to keep his gaze steady or formulate words, Ever felt himself rock forward slightly onto his toes, pressing Isla back against his waiting hand that was act as a barrier.
"—Gods, it's—"
the boards will still creak
the leaves will still die
the leaves will still die
