let me step a little bolder

EVEREST

Even though his lungs feel fit to burst still the aviator tries to sip in more air. Nothing stills the dizziness that Isla's words inspire in him, against which he can do little more than try and catch his breath and clutch her tighter. Despite the way his mind is filled with pebble-blue static the aviator is still very good at math, such that he's more than able to do some quick mental arithmetic: two and two equals sex, Isla.

Glancing around the springs the aviator's jaw feathers as he considers. He'd yell fire to clear the place out for them if he didn't think a small portion of ancients would enjoy that sort of thing, and that the rest would jump into the water for safety. The trickle of Isla's fingers down his chest has the blue of the aviator's eyes darkening slightly as his expression changes from one of shaky frustration to a feral sort of need that has him losing whatever tenuous hold he'd had on coming up with something clever.

Sliding one arm fully beneath her so that the other could aid him in swimming them closer to the ledge as quickly as possible where it was at least a little shallower, Ever tries to find Isla's mouth again as his fingertips grope blindly for the stone.

They say the odds are stacked against us, babe
We're a cactus waiting for our desert rain

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!