we're always running scared but holding knives
"Of course, next time. I am a scientist, you know," Isla argues, a touch breathless even as she grins down at him. "I can't simply take this result as a one-off. I need to gather more data." Har har, science jokes and whatnot. "And as tempting as that might be, I think we both know that doing anything like this at work would be a recipe of disaster." If anyone found out, Isla would see very little of Remi after that. And if Grimm found out, gods, there's no telling what might happen.
Not wanting to sour the moment even with thoughts of the medical wing, the doctor is luckily very much distracted by Remi shifting between her thighs, and though her cheeks are still pink and her hair is tousled, she's no less aware that only one of them is even remotely satisfied right now. "You absolutely may," she tells him.
Not wanting to sour the moment even with thoughts of the medical wing, the doctor is luckily very much distracted by Remi shifting between her thighs, and though her cheeks are still pink and her hair is tousled, she's no less aware that only one of them is even remotely satisfied right now. "You absolutely may," she tells him.
Isla
