Isla
Isla isn't sorry, not that Ever has asked that - not for the splash or the kiss, now that she can feel his lips pressed against her own and the heat of something more than the hot springs in her cheeks. Smiling and managing to snatch in a breath or two as he parts from her, the break is very much short-lived, not that the Remedy is complaining. Moaning softly as their lips meet again, she shifts weightlessly in the water enough to get her feet beneath her and lean against the aviator, hands slipping around him beneath the water.
"I am beginning to think we ought to get out of here," she whispers breathlessly as they finally part a second time. "Otherwise I'm worried that not even the mist will stop a few people getting more than they bargained for out here."
"I am beginning to think we ought to get out of here," she whispers breathlessly as they finally part a second time. "Otherwise I'm worried that not even the mist will stop a few people getting more than they bargained for out here."
we're gonna separate ourselves tonight
we're always running scared but holding knives
we're always running scared but holding knives
