Isla
No, you are - that's what Isla wants to say, but she's too wrapped up in Remi to do much more than pant against his skin and shift to help him remove her top. She pushes Remi's shirt down over his shoulders that she might feel him even more - greedy and insatiable, it would be a lie to say that she doesn't have the same thoughts as the alchemist, but even the pull of tongue and teeth and touch is nothing compared to the need to feel him buried deep inside her.
"Remi, please--" It's about all she can manage in the limited space she has to work in, but she grinds against him again as if that might help to encourage him along. Against the wall, somewhere further in the room - Isla doesn't care, and she nips playfully at his bottom lip as if that might do anything to change things. Indeed, if it weren't for the fact that she was pinned against the wall, she'd be ripping his pants off right now.
"Remi, please--" It's about all she can manage in the limited space she has to work in, but she grinds against him again as if that might help to encourage him along. Against the wall, somewhere further in the room - Isla doesn't care, and she nips playfully at his bottom lip as if that might do anything to change things. Indeed, if it weren't for the fact that she was pinned against the wall, she'd be ripping his pants off right now.
sooner or later, we all have to wake
and try forgetting everything
and try forgetting everything
