we're always running scared but holding knives
Isla, too, is starting to regret her choice of wardrobe for the day, but if nothing else it means Remi can enjoy her curves if not the warmth of her bare skin (yet). Humming soft approval against his lips as they meet her own once more, the doctor is nearly overcome with the sudden urge to grasp Remi's hands and direct them to all the most impolite places, but gods, the whole point of this is that he can actually choose to do what he wants for himself.
And so they both end up hilariously frustrated, Isla trying to chase fruitlessly after the kiss he draws away from, left softly panting and smiling up at him. "The consequences of giving into it today are hardly life-threatening," she points out, and while she knows Remi is trying to be a gentleman, she has no idea how he expects her to be a lady when he's kissing her like this.
Since he's not wearing a sweater dress, the doctor has no qualms about letting her hands press indulgently down the length of his back until she can tease her fingers beneath the hem of his shirt, seeking out the warmth of his skin.
And so they both end up hilariously frustrated, Isla trying to chase fruitlessly after the kiss he draws away from, left softly panting and smiling up at him. "The consequences of giving into it today are hardly life-threatening," she points out, and while she knows Remi is trying to be a gentleman, she has no idea how he expects her to be a lady when he's kissing her like this.
Since he's not wearing a sweater dress, the doctor has no qualms about letting her hands press indulgently down the length of his back until she can tease her fingers beneath the hem of his shirt, seeking out the warmth of his skin.
Isla
