Isla
to share the space with simple living things, infinitely suffering
It's with a musical laugh that Isla finishes removing Ever's tie, tossing it over her shoulder as if she really had hated the garment that much. "Perhaps I just don't think purple is your colour. Not that you didn't make it work," she says, only for the smile to fade somewhat at the warm press of his hands around her waist. Leaning in suddenly as if to interrupt the flow of his compliments with her lips, Isla's kiss is probably a great deal more gentle than any of the others Ever has received in this room, but no less filled with desire.
"Yours are the only eyes I want on me tonight," she whispers to him, leaning against the broad expanse of his chest and letting one of her hands whisper along his stubbled jaw, the other lingering against the buttons of his shirt. "Eyes, and hands, and any other parts you can think of," she adds, the curl of her lips turning sly as she unfastens his top button.
"Yours are the only eyes I want on me tonight," she whispers to him, leaning against the broad expanse of his chest and letting one of her hands whisper along his stubbled jaw, the other lingering against the buttons of his shirt. "Eyes, and hands, and any other parts you can think of," she adds, the curl of her lips turning sly as she unfastens his top button.
fighting off like all creation, the absence of itself
