Isla
Feeling the ground rise up against her trembling legs, Isla is forced to use Ever to help her stay upright for a few seconds - something she neither complains about nor dislikes, and her breathless smile up at him is one of girlish delight. Of course, then those unexpected (but also not, she realises) words slip from his lips, knocking the world from beneath her and causing her lips to part in soft surprise.
Ever, she thinks but doesn't say, and suddenly he's on his knees before her and her leg is gliding over his warm shoulder. Ever, what? And now his lips are ghosting against the inside of her thigh, and gods the feel of him against her is almost more than she can bear--
Hearing her moan leave her throat almost belatedly, it's all Isla can to to tangle her fingers in the aviator's hair, her free hand grasping at one of the water pipes of the shower for purchase even as she arches against the cubicle wall. "Yes," she hisses, unable to ask for more than all of this until the tether within her snaps and allows her to think in full sentences again.
Ever, she thinks but doesn't say, and suddenly he's on his knees before her and her leg is gliding over his warm shoulder. Ever, what? And now his lips are ghosting against the inside of her thigh, and gods the feel of him against her is almost more than she can bear--
Hearing her moan leave her throat almost belatedly, it's all Isla can to to tangle her fingers in the aviator's hair, her free hand grasping at one of the water pipes of the shower for purchase even as she arches against the cubicle wall. "Yes," she hisses, unable to ask for more than all of this until the tether within her snaps and allows her to think in full sentences again.
we're gonna separate ourselves tonight
we're always running scared but holding knives
we're always running scared but holding knives
