we're always running scared but holding knives
Shivering as if on cue to feel Remi's touch drift against her side, Isla smiles into the crook of his neck and tries to fit herself closer against him, as if that will somehow fool his mischievous fingers. "Mm, well as long as I didn't hurt you," she murmurs, humming a note of contentment to feel his lips against her forehead. "Well, not any more than you wanted, anyway." She's still a doctor after all.
Wrinkling her nose at the mere thought of the serum wearing off any time soon, even though they're on a ticking counter even to lay with each other in bed, now it's Isla's turn to shift a little, propping herself up on one elbow so she might lean in and press a soft, chaste kiss to Remi's lips. "Do you want to stay here?" she asks. "Until it's time to go back?"
Wrinkling her nose at the mere thought of the serum wearing off any time soon, even though they're on a ticking counter even to lay with each other in bed, now it's Isla's turn to shift a little, propping herself up on one elbow so she might lean in and press a soft, chaste kiss to Remi's lips. "Do you want to stay here?" she asks. "Until it's time to go back?"
Isla
