we're always running scared but holding knives
Maybe Isla will be the one apologising later, because fuck, as Remi's patience finally wears thin, there's something wildly attractive about his sudden impulsiveness, and the doctor shifts up the bed a little to give him more room to finally free himself from the rest of his clothes. It's a mistake, as it happens, because suddenly his head is back between her thighs and her cry of pleasure and surprise is one likely only going to spur him on further.
By the time he straightens up she's more than ready for him, pliable in his hands and moaning out a note of frustrated bliss to feel him tease against her, so close but not quite. "Gods, Remi, please," she whispers, and its his own fault, because she's given him fair warning. Rolling her hips against him as if to encourage him further, Isla's free hand walks up the length of her own body so she might take over where he and his lips left off against her nipple.
By the time he straightens up she's more than ready for him, pliable in his hands and moaning out a note of frustrated bliss to feel him tease against her, so close but not quite. "Gods, Remi, please," she whispers, and its his own fault, because she's given him fair warning. Rolling her hips against him as if to encourage him further, Isla's free hand walks up the length of her own body so she might take over where he and his lips left off against her nipple.
Isla
