Isla
Thoroughly fucked and then some, let no one say that Everest Hart doesn't know what he's doing, and even though the aviator doesn't bring her to orgasm this time (later, she'd promised both of them), there's no denying the pleasure of being had by someone who wants you as much as you want them in return. "Gods, Ever--" She hisses right on the heels of his orgasm, and though she'll apologise later, Isla has nothing to say in the face of the faint lines that will appear on the aviator's shoulders courtesy of her nails.
Pressed back into the wall and left all but clinging to him in the aftershocks of his climax, Isla noses into his wet hair and strokes gentle fingers against the back of his neck, tilting his head up only when she thinks they both have breath enough for a kiss. Pressing her lips sweetly against his mouth, the warm rain of the shower overhead might have put them somewhere in the Oerwoud or in one of Torchline's monsoons.
Honestly, it doesn't matter to the Remedy, as long as they're together for it. "You're amazing," she whispers to him with another gentle kiss, unable to stop smiling.
Pressed back into the wall and left all but clinging to him in the aftershocks of his climax, Isla noses into his wet hair and strokes gentle fingers against the back of his neck, tilting his head up only when she thinks they both have breath enough for a kiss. Pressing her lips sweetly against his mouth, the warm rain of the shower overhead might have put them somewhere in the Oerwoud or in one of Torchline's monsoons.
Honestly, it doesn't matter to the Remedy, as long as they're together for it. "You're amazing," she whispers to him with another gentle kiss, unable to stop smiling.
we're gonna separate ourselves tonight
we're always running scared but holding knives
we're always running scared but holding knives
