your eyes across a crowded room, just like it's only me and you
The trouble is that Everest does want to get creative. He's done nothing but learn and practice and prepare precisely so that when he had this chance again with Isla, he might wow her to the levels of satisfaction that he absolutely thought she deserved. Having thought he'd improved his stamina such that he'd not disappoint her with just a few thrusts as he did the previous time, nothing could have prepared the aviator for the ways in which being around the Remedy had affected him. The flush of her cheeks had all but shredded his willpower, just as the sound of his name on her lips had given him the most absurd tunnel vision, and the feel of her body against his had rendered his mind all but blank, save for pebble blue eyes. He wanted her, and gods but he couldn't think of anything else.
The mirrors, the tie he thought to use, the entire trunk of sex toys (a few of which he very much liked); all forgotten.
Meeting her gaze, Everest does his best to look apologetic, but he's helpless against the desire which has built up the proceeding few weeks. "Gods, Isla." He pants harshly, as if the way he desperately needed her was somehow her fault. Pushing himself back from the chaise in order to roughly tug his shirt off, he let himself fall forward again against her lips while trying to free her from her dress.
The mirrors, the tie he thought to use, the entire trunk of sex toys (a few of which he very much liked); all forgotten.
Meeting her gaze, Everest does his best to look apologetic, but he's helpless against the desire which has built up the proceeding few weeks. "Gods, Isla." He pants harshly, as if the way he desperately needed her was somehow her fault. Pushing himself back from the chaise in order to roughly tug his shirt off, he let himself fall forward again against her lips while trying to free her from her dress.
