your eyes across a crowded room, just like it's only me and you
Pulling her as close to his mouth as he could reasonably permit and still be able to move, Everest tried to ration his sips of hot air as he felt Isla's breathing quicken. Ready to commit himself in earnest to the final lap so to speak, the Remedy did what few had thus far in Ever's limited experience, which was to tell him to stop.
Appearing between her knees, Ever's eyes were nearly black with desire, his curls a mess and his shirt all the more skewed for the few buttons that Isla had managed to undo. With a slow nod of understanding that had a flicker of a smile parting his lips, he pushed himself off of his knees to partially blanket the Remedy's body with his own. Where he might otherwise have tried for kisses which were slow and gentle, with his lungs still yearning for air and with the taste of Isla buzzing on his lips, the aviator's mouth will feel comparably insatiable to how it had been before.
"I've never wanted anyone the way I want you." He whispered feverishly against her lips, and though he didn't expect the same to be true for her, but gods he needed her to know. Pulling his hand up from where it had clutched her thigh and pressing it behind the small of her back, the aviator reached for the zipped he was sure he'd find buried somewhere beneath the fabric of Isla's gown.
Appearing between her knees, Ever's eyes were nearly black with desire, his curls a mess and his shirt all the more skewed for the few buttons that Isla had managed to undo. With a slow nod of understanding that had a flicker of a smile parting his lips, he pushed himself off of his knees to partially blanket the Remedy's body with his own. Where he might otherwise have tried for kisses which were slow and gentle, with his lungs still yearning for air and with the taste of Isla buzzing on his lips, the aviator's mouth will feel comparably insatiable to how it had been before.
"I've never wanted anyone the way I want you." He whispered feverishly against her lips, and though he didn't expect the same to be true for her, but gods he needed her to know. Pulling his hand up from where it had clutched her thigh and pressing it behind the small of her back, the aviator reached for the zipped he was sure he'd find buried somewhere beneath the fabric of Isla's gown.
