Isla
to share the space with simple living things, infinitely suffering
"I have high hopes given our conversations so far," Isla assures him - from their dance at the ball all the way up to now, Ever has managed to toe the line between perfect gentleman and sexual savant, however recently learned the latter might be. Indeed, as she successfully presses back against him, his response is such that the heat in her belly kindles readily to a low blaze.
Shivering against the trickle of his fingers against her upper thigh - and then the warm hand that presses in through the slit in her dress, Isla lets her head loll to the side to welcome his lips. "Mm, I don't know - I feel as though I might have been able to take it off. The buttons, though - those will be my downfall now."
Or so she thinks - but as the aviator continues and a single finger slips against her, almost too softly to count, it's with a stuttering inhale that she arches further against him, though whether it's involuntary or if it's to punish his teasing with some of her own is anyone's guess. "If it's frustrating it's only because of how much you make them want you," she whispers, and them can very easily be substituted with me in this case.
Shivering against the trickle of his fingers against her upper thigh - and then the warm hand that presses in through the slit in her dress, Isla lets her head loll to the side to welcome his lips. "Mm, I don't know - I feel as though I might have been able to take it off. The buttons, though - those will be my downfall now."
Or so she thinks - but as the aviator continues and a single finger slips against her, almost too softly to count, it's with a stuttering inhale that she arches further against him, though whether it's involuntary or if it's to punish his teasing with some of her own is anyone's guess. "If it's frustrating it's only because of how much you make them want you," she whispers, and them can very easily be substituted with me in this case.
fighting off like all creation, the absence of itself
