Got a bag full of clothes, a bottle of wine. Only say how I feel From the back of my mind
For all that the aviator has learned over the proceeding few weeks, he realized that there was a sort of intimacy that could come despite being entirely clothed and standing at an appropriate distance from someone else; an intimacy that his studies absolutely hadn't prepared him for. As the pair swayed easily (or, at least easily enough) around the dancefloor, Everest found his breath routinely lodged in the back of his throat as his eyes fell upon some facet of Isla he hadn't had the opportunity to notice before: The slight variation in the colour of her hair, the length of her eyelashes, the smattering of freckles over the bridge of her nose or the way her skin stretched taut over her collar bones.
Lowering his head to catch her words, Isla would likely hear the aviator's shaky inhale even if she couldn't see the flush of his cheeks. Despite this rather boyish response, Ever's hand only clutched Isla all the closer, rather than trembling with nerves as he might once have done. "As it turns out, I quite enjoy being able to please and spent a good deal of my time focused on that." He replies softly, lips nearing the shell of her ear. "And I thought of you, every time that I did." No matter the thighs he found himself better, it was always Isla he imagined writhing around him, always Isla's voice begging for more, offering guidance, calling his name.
Having had quite a lot of sex recently, Everest was surprised by just how little he wanted to wait before tumbling back into bed with the Remedy. "I am still rather smitten with you, Isla." The aviator clarifies, pressing his lips softly just below her ear before straightening just enough to be able to catch her eye. "But if you weren't planning on flying home tonight, I do still have my room at the Dusklight."
Lowering his head to catch her words, Isla would likely hear the aviator's shaky inhale even if she couldn't see the flush of his cheeks. Despite this rather boyish response, Ever's hand only clutched Isla all the closer, rather than trembling with nerves as he might once have done. "As it turns out, I quite enjoy being able to please and spent a good deal of my time focused on that." He replies softly, lips nearing the shell of her ear. "And I thought of you, every time that I did." No matter the thighs he found himself better, it was always Isla he imagined writhing around him, always Isla's voice begging for more, offering guidance, calling his name.
Having had quite a lot of sex recently, Everest was surprised by just how little he wanted to wait before tumbling back into bed with the Remedy. "I am still rather smitten with you, Isla." The aviator clarifies, pressing his lips softly just below her ear before straightening just enough to be able to catch her eye. "But if you weren't planning on flying home tonight, I do still have my room at the Dusklight."
