we're always running scared but holding knives
Smiling against the side of his neck to feel gentle fingers smooth away a lock of her hair, Isla relaxes bonelessly against Remi, one leg still hooked across his waist, her fingers smoothing across his chest. "Hm? Oh - yes, that's right." Isla's smile becomes a grin, and she presses another sweet kiss against his throat. "No idea how much data we'll need, honestly. Might be a lot. The more the better."
For science, and so on. Peeling her eyes back open after a few moments more, she peers up at Remi through the soft haze of post-sex bliss. "Are you alright?" she asks, inclining her head towards the red marks he can't see circling his neck. "I didn't mean to get so carried away. I... it hasn't just been a while for you, put it that way," she admits with a shy smile.
For science, and so on. Peeling her eyes back open after a few moments more, she peers up at Remi through the soft haze of post-sex bliss. "Are you alright?" she asks, inclining her head towards the red marks he can't see circling his neck. "I didn't mean to get so carried away. I... it hasn't just been a while for you, put it that way," she admits with a shy smile.
Isla
