[say]"My fiddle?"[/say] Isla grins, as if having no idea what Varus might be talking about, though as he turns to capture her lips once more, she all but melts against him. It might not be much compared to the comparative rush of feeling between 'normal' couples, but Isla's heart still skips a beat (metaphorically, of course) to feel him pressed so close. [say]"Suddenly I feel as though there will be quite a different sort of dancing going on,"[/say] she murmurs, sitting back up enough to sit comfortably in his lap.
[say]"If only we could snap our fingers and be where we wanted to be,"[/say] she adds with a wicked smile, trailing kisses along the side of his jaw. [say]"Maybe we should move house to one right next to the room. Or build a secret tunnel to it, so it would save time."[/say]
[say]"If only we could snap our fingers and be where we wanted to be,"[/say] she adds with a wicked smile, trailing kisses along the side of his jaw. [say]"Maybe we should move house to one right next to the room. Or build a secret tunnel to it, so it would save time."[/say]
