your eyes across a crowded room, just like it's only me and you
Despite the fact that every inch of his body had been touched, caressed, scratched, bit, tugged, (etcetera) in this very room, as Ever feels Isla's hands against his back (and through his jacket, might he add), he inhales with surprise at the electric warmth that radiates out from where her hands had only briefly been. Shooting her a rather bemused look over one shoulder Ever steps out of the jacket with a low laugh.
"Not at all." Leaving Isla to hang the jacket up on the coathook (or to throw it away, for all he cares just now), Ever reaches for the bottle of wine and glasses he'd set down, placing them on a nearby dresser to aid with pouring. The bottle opener he uses is both ruby-encrusted and covered in breasts, but it does the job and soon he's poured them each a healthy glass of what is one of the Dusklight's best vintages.
Picking up the glasses, Ever considers for a moment, before setting them each down again and turning to Isla. "Sorry, but I really can't wait." He murmurs apologetically. Though he moves swiftly to her, though his hands confidently find their way into her hair and curve around her jaw to tilt her lips up toward his, the aviator pauses suddenly, peering down breathlessly into eyes he'd thought about daily, for the past several weeks. What he does next isn't so much a kiss, but a tasting of her mouth. It's slow and intentional, and though Ever is certainly known for being a bit too cerebral at times, somehow he perfectly carves out a balance between orchestrating his tongue and lips against Isla's, and fully letting himself enjoy the moment.
Pulling back a fraction, the corners of Ever's lips twitch in a hesitant smile that bleeds slowly into flushed cheeks and bright eyes. "I have been thinking about doing that every day since I last saw you." He whispers, before gently combing out his fingers through the curls in her hair.
"Not at all." Leaving Isla to hang the jacket up on the coathook (or to throw it away, for all he cares just now), Ever reaches for the bottle of wine and glasses he'd set down, placing them on a nearby dresser to aid with pouring. The bottle opener he uses is both ruby-encrusted and covered in breasts, but it does the job and soon he's poured them each a healthy glass of what is one of the Dusklight's best vintages.
Picking up the glasses, Ever considers for a moment, before setting them each down again and turning to Isla. "Sorry, but I really can't wait." He murmurs apologetically. Though he moves swiftly to her, though his hands confidently find their way into her hair and curve around her jaw to tilt her lips up toward his, the aviator pauses suddenly, peering down breathlessly into eyes he'd thought about daily, for the past several weeks. What he does next isn't so much a kiss, but a tasting of her mouth. It's slow and intentional, and though Ever is certainly known for being a bit too cerebral at times, somehow he perfectly carves out a balance between orchestrating his tongue and lips against Isla's, and fully letting himself enjoy the moment.
Pulling back a fraction, the corners of Ever's lips twitch in a hesitant smile that bleeds slowly into flushed cheeks and bright eyes. "I have been thinking about doing that every day since I last saw you." He whispers, before gently combing out his fingers through the curls in her hair.
