your eyes across a crowded room, just like it's only me and you
Every syllable quickened the beat of Ever's heart, and had he not already been on his knees, he might have unintentionally found himself there anyway such was the effect of Isla's words. Unable not to imagine what it would be like to tangle his fingers into her hair as his cock disappeared into her mouth, or to see her silhouette taut above him as he held onto her hips for purchase, the aviator took an intentional moment to pause and fix the Remedy with a dark stare of arousal and shaky need.
Sliding his hands up the outside of her thighs in order to tug down her underwear (and stockings?) while ensuring her dress kept her entirely covered, the aviator nodded thoughtfully. "I have heard that fantasy is sometimes better than reality, so by all means, if you'd like to keep any of that to yourself, just let me know." He murmured, glancing up at her with a smile that aimed to be as polite as it was wicked.
"For example, I would hate to ruin things by telling you that if ever we found ourselves in a situation where we needed to be quiet, for instance, one of the supply closets during the grand re-re-opening of the Hanged Man, I would, unfortunately, have little time for the likes of this." Ever gestured towards the wine, Isla's shoes, the underwear he was currently tugging from around her ankles. "I'd have to take you as you were—your dress around your waist, my pants hardly pulled down—and gods but it would have to be quick." Apologetically, Ever raises his gaze. "I'd have to fuck you hard and fast." He said, almost as if he regretted the idea. Almost.
"Then again...were we at some sort of dinner perhaps with a table keeping our bodies from view, if my hand found my way between your thighs, then I think perhaps then I'd be a good deal slower." With a thoughtful smile, he shrugged, before slowly lifting Isla's gown that his head might disappear beneath it. "Again, let me know if those are the sorts of things you'd rather not hear."
Sliding his hands up the outside of her thighs in order to tug down her underwear (
"For example, I would hate to ruin things by telling you that if ever we found ourselves in a situation where we needed to be quiet, for instance, one of the supply closets during the grand re-re-opening of the Hanged Man, I would, unfortunately, have little time for the likes of this." Ever gestured towards the wine, Isla's shoes, the underwear he was currently tugging from around her ankles. "I'd have to take you as you were—your dress around your waist, my pants hardly pulled down—and gods but it would have to be quick." Apologetically, Ever raises his gaze. "I'd have to fuck you hard and fast." He said, almost as if he regretted the idea. Almost.
"Then again...were we at some sort of dinner perhaps with a table keeping our bodies from view, if my hand found my way between your thighs, then I think perhaps then I'd be a good deal slower." With a thoughtful smile, he shrugged, before slowly lifting Isla's gown that his head might disappear beneath it. "Again, let me know if those are the sorts of things you'd rather not hear."
