Isla
one bright morning goes so easy
"I'm sure," Isla whispers, pressing a sweet kiss to the corner of Ever's mouth even as his expression twists into uncertainty. Smoothing her hands through his damp curls, her eyebrow raises to hear of the things he'd tried at the House of Midnight, and gods the sight of him flustered has her wanting to pepper kisses all across the bridge of his nose. "That's my favourite kind of sex," she admits with a crooked smile, leaning her forehead against the aviator's and letting her arms loop gently around his neck.
"Don't ever feel selfish, or too much - not with me. There's nothing that could make me feel more wanted by you." Laughing softly, because there's probably a lot to unpack there (in therapy, yeah), the Remedy eventually lets out a long, satisfied sigh and tilts her head out at the surface of the hotsprings. "I don't think I'm ever going to see the rest of my bikini again," she whispers to him.
"Don't ever feel selfish, or too much - not with me. There's nothing that could make me feel more wanted by you." Laughing softly, because there's probably a lot to unpack there (in therapy, yeah), the Remedy eventually lets out a long, satisfied sigh and tilts her head out at the surface of the hotsprings. "I don't think I'm ever going to see the rest of my bikini again," she whispers to him.
darkness always finds you either way
