your eyes across a crowded room, just like it's only me and you
Sipping in a breath of air and finding himself suddenly giddy with joy as Isla's lips brush over his throat, Ever presses his eyes closed for a moment as he's suddenly filled with what feels like a bright burst of adrenaline that has his muscles suddenly feeling shaky with anticipation. Exhaling unsteadily and trying to keep the half-whimper half-laughter in his throat from escaping, the aviator swallows hard before letting Isla guide his hand to her belly.
"Oh?" The sound doesn't really have any meaning, not with the way the firmness of Isla's skin beneath the aviator's palm has briefly overwhelmed his thoughts. It shows, too, in the way his lips part with awe and how his thumb strokes almost reverently out towards her belly button. Blinking a few times, the aviator quietly clears his throat as he forces his hand to relax. "I'd hate to be the reason you ever ache." Then, thinking for a moment, he adds.
"That you ache unpleasantly, anyway."
"Oh?" The sound doesn't really have any meaning, not with the way the firmness of Isla's skin beneath the aviator's palm has briefly overwhelmed his thoughts. It shows, too, in the way his lips part with awe and how his thumb strokes almost reverently out towards her belly button. Blinking a few times, the aviator quietly clears his throat as he forces his hand to relax. "I'd hate to be the reason you ever ache." Then, thinking for a moment, he adds.
"That you ache unpleasantly, anyway."
