Isla
to share the space with simple living things, infinitely suffering
If only there were words enough for her to tell him that he doesn't have to try so hard, that she's already appropriately wowed by him without whatever silk and harnesses might be hidden away in the trunk at the end of his bed. Hopefully Isla's body will do the talking for her well enough, and it's with red cheeks and an apologetic smile that she catches Ever back against her lips, soft fingers mapping broad shoulders as she tilts just so that he might be able to unclasp her dress.
It falls freely into a pool of wine dark fabric at her waist, baring pert breasts and dusky nipples to his waiting hands, the Remedy drawing back just enough to encourage the warmth of him against her skin. "Touch me," she whispers, the words almost a plea catching in her throat even as she starts to work on the buckle of his belt, unthreading it to cast it to one side.
It falls freely into a pool of wine dark fabric at her waist, baring pert breasts and dusky nipples to his waiting hands, the Remedy drawing back just enough to encourage the warmth of him against her skin. "Touch me," she whispers, the words almost a plea catching in her throat even as she starts to work on the buckle of his belt, unthreading it to cast it to one side.
fighting off like all creation, the absence of itself
