one mistake at a time

Isla

Her smile only growing to hear his intake of breath, where once Isla might have expected Ever to draw back, she's very pleasantly surprised to find herself clasped closer to the aviator. It's enough that what they're doing now can't really be said to count as a traditional waltz (they aren't keeping quick enough time for that) but more like a slow dance at some prom - not that she minds one bit.

"I might have been able to tell you that much," Isla whispers the admission as he begins, her tone mischievous as she recalls his time spent between her thighs and the sounds of pleasure he'd dragged from her throat. But to hear that he'd thought about her each and every time? That gets Isla's attention, and a few butterflies take flight in the pit of her stomach, fighting up towards her throat at Ever's next comment.

Smitten isn't a word she's heard in a long time, and it takes a good deal of self control not to lean in and steal the sound of it from his lips in a kiss. "Whatever plans I did have can easily be rearranged," she half whispers, vaguely aware that the music around them is beginning to slow and fade. "I'll find you once the ball is over, and you can show me the way? I've never had the pleasure of going there."

passing by, you light up my darkest skies
you take only seconds to draw me in