Isla
to share the space with simple living things, infinitely suffering
It might not be true for Isla - not here, not yet, but not outside the realms of possibility - but gods no one has never made her feel so wanted, either. Panting against Ever's lips and not wanting to part from him even if she's regrettably short of breath, her hands move to guide his own to the clasp of her dress, and whilst he frees her from it she returns her fingers to the task of opening his shirt.
Finally able to push the fabric down over his shoulders to bare his chest, the Remedy gently grips his jaw to direct him up for another kiss against her waiting lips. "You are so hot right now," she whispers, only after her lungs have started to burn for air. "I want to feel you all over me - your hands, your mouth, your body. Pin me down and fuck me, but I want to see your face." Whether he uses traditional positioning to make it happen or if he wants to get creative with the mirrors - that's entirely up to Ever.
Finally able to push the fabric down over his shoulders to bare his chest, the Remedy gently grips his jaw to direct him up for another kiss against her waiting lips. "You are so hot right now," she whispers, only after her lungs have started to burn for air. "I want to feel you all over me - your hands, your mouth, your body. Pin me down and fuck me, but I want to see your face." Whether he uses traditional positioning to make it happen or if he wants to get creative with the mirrors - that's entirely up to Ever.
fighting off like all creation, the absence of itself
