Isla
one bright morning goes so easy
Isla needs very little encouragement to wrap her legs around his waist; their search for the lilies forgotten (and more than over, thanks RNG), there's suddenly all of Everest to explore again as if for the first time. Smiling against his lips and humming a soft note of unabashed need, when they finally do part for breath, none of her that feels he has anything to apologise for. Her fingers tease through the back of his curls and around to his jaw, and the blue of his eyes seems suddenly so boundless that she might drown in it.
"I love you," she whispers again, the words for his ears alone even in the relative emptiness (she hopes) of the hotsprings. "And we are going to have to be very quiet." Quiet for what, Ever might ask, but even knowing all that she does about him, Isla is confident that he can put two and two together.
But if he needs a hint, the way her smile turns vulpine and one of her hands tickles down his chest and beneath the water should do it.
"I love you," she whispers again, the words for his ears alone even in the relative emptiness (she hopes) of the hotsprings. "And we are going to have to be very quiet." Quiet for what, Ever might ask, but even knowing all that she does about him, Isla is confident that he can put two and two together.
But if he needs a hint, the way her smile turns vulpine and one of her hands tickles down his chest and beneath the water should do it.
darkness always finds you either way
