Isla
"Sorry," Isla says with a breathless smile, not having intended to scramble his thoughts so thoroughly, but with her own mind quickly abandoning anything that doesn't lead to more of this, she knows how he feels to some extent. She's about to offer, despite the wellspring of her own desire, ideas that don't feel so immediate - they can go for a drink that evening, or meet after the clinic is closed, or go out and get some fresh air - but as her lips part, instead of words she finds Ever's mouth covering her own.
Moaning a note of surprise and encouragement against him and letting her arms wind loosely around his shoulders, the Remedy finds herself pressed flush against his body such that there's no hiding the effects of this impromptu makeout session. Drawing back what feels like an eternity later, her voice - soft and panting against his ear - brokers no room for argument.
"Come with me," Isla whispers, clasping his hand in her own and peeling herself away to ferry him towards the door of her office. Fun as this might be were the aviator even a little more experienced, she feels it's probably unfair for his first time to be on the edge of her desk or on the tiled floor of her office.
And so, red cheeked and feeling like a kid skipping school, Isla peeps out of the door and, when the coast is clear, hurries them into the empty consultation room and out the back door into the small garden area they'd created. "Up here," she continues, still whispering but unsure why, leading them around the corner of the building where a set of steps leads up to her apartment above the clinic.
Moaning a note of surprise and encouragement against him and letting her arms wind loosely around his shoulders, the Remedy finds herself pressed flush against his body such that there's no hiding the effects of this impromptu makeout session. Drawing back what feels like an eternity later, her voice - soft and panting against his ear - brokers no room for argument.
"Come with me," Isla whispers, clasping his hand in her own and peeling herself away to ferry him towards the door of her office. Fun as this might be were the aviator even a little more experienced, she feels it's probably unfair for his first time to be on the edge of her desk or on the tiled floor of her office.
And so, red cheeked and feeling like a kid skipping school, Isla peeps out of the door and, when the coast is clear, hurries them into the empty consultation room and out the back door into the small garden area they'd created. "Up here," she continues, still whispering but unsure why, leading them around the corner of the building where a set of steps leads up to her apartment above the clinic.
I'll take a bruise, I know you're worth it
When you hit me, hit me hard
When you hit me, hit me hard
