Ordinarily Isla would stop and correct him at this point - she's no good girl, she's the doctor who sawed his arm off and she'll damned well do it again - but there's far too much going on. Overcome by the feel of this, by all of him, there's little she can do but hold on, drowning in baby blues that hold a darkness in them that still surprises her when it appears. "Cal," she moans out, about to say something more when he surges forward, their lips crashing together in a bruising kiss that threatens to draw blood. Isla the flesh is weak |
the pause between breathing
Varus |
the Remedy
Medic ✓
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