i'd probably still adore you with your hands around my neck
Perhaps Everest would owe his mother an apology for what he was about to do, but given the way he was still a touch hopeless at always interpreting context correctly on top of how woefully loud his body was being about its demands, he was helpless to stop the way some carnal part of his mind took over.
Reaching for one of Isla's hands with somewhat of a dark growl, Ever would guide the Remedy out of the hot springs, pausing only to grab a towel from one of the chairs that he used to rather inartfully cover the tenting of his shorts.
Assuming that the women's side of the changing room was simply the mirror to the men's, the aviator didn't stop as he reached the entrance, but instead marched them in towards the showers. Those, at least, had doors, and given how few people were in the Eye, Ever hoped they'd be empty. Releasing Isla's hand only so that as he turned he could cup the curve of her cheek and guide his mouth against hers again, the aviator dropped the towel as he fumbled open one of the shower doors with his freehand.
Reaching for one of Isla's hands with somewhat of a dark growl, Ever would guide the Remedy out of the hot springs, pausing only to grab a towel from one of the chairs that he used to rather inartfully cover the tenting of his shorts.
Assuming that the women's side of the changing room was simply the mirror to the men's, the aviator didn't stop as he reached the entrance, but instead marched them in towards the showers. Those, at least, had doors, and given how few people were in the Eye, Ever hoped they'd be empty. Releasing Isla's hand only so that as he turned he could cup the curve of her cheek and guide his mouth against hers again, the aviator dropped the towel as he fumbled open one of the shower doors with his freehand.
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