Isla
"I can be quite sneaky when I want to be." Isla smiles cheerfully down at Ever, following his gaze as it roams over her body and feeling her cheeks flush all over again. Gods, given that they had literally fucked in a shower cubicle not an hour before, not to mention that the Remedy is a grown-ass woman and should know better, the aviator always succeeds in making her feel the kind of girlish butterflies she'd thought she'd long left behind.
"Oh, Ever," she says, almost apologetically, "this isn't your colour. But if you'd like to try it on I can always let you see for yourself...?" Already smoothing a hand across her thigh so that the slip is tugged upwards enough to flash a glimpse of lacy underwear, she raises her eyebrows at him questioningly.
But then, of course, he's offering her the match to play with, and Isla sinks down obediently beside him. Reaching out, the fire twists easily from the teardrop flame to form ribbons of gold and orange, flooding into the kindling he's prepared and eagerly starting to eat it up. "There, perfect," she murmurs.
"Oh, Ever," she says, almost apologetically, "this isn't your colour. But if you'd like to try it on I can always let you see for yourself...?" Already smoothing a hand across her thigh so that the slip is tugged upwards enough to flash a glimpse of lacy underwear, she raises her eyebrows at him questioningly.
But then, of course, he's offering her the match to play with, and Isla sinks down obediently beside him. Reaching out, the fire twists easily from the teardrop flame to form ribbons of gold and orange, flooding into the kindling he's prepared and eagerly starting to eat it up. "There, perfect," she murmurs.
I'll take a bruise, I know you're worth it
When you hit me, hit me hard
When you hit me, hit me hard
