EVEREST
"Is it?" Looking quietly delighted at that, Ever swallows as his brain slowly processes the information. Rationality is still at arm's length, but quickly there's a warm smile spread across his lips. "Well if it's your favourite I hope you won't mind me practicing?" Brushing his nose softly against hers, the aviator lets the back of his fingernails brush up and down the length of Isla's thighs before he smoothes away the invisible lines of pressure with his palms.
"Ah...that." Clearing his throat as he glances over his shoulder as if her bottoms might suddenly appear next to them wholly intact, Everest chuckles apologetically as he returns his gaze to Isla. "I don't...ever think I've used my claws like that before.' He admits, sounding a touch self-conscious. There had never been a time in his life where things seemed so urgent that careless destruction was what he'd opted for rather than a bit of patience, but gods if the need to feel Isla right then and there hadn't been so overwhelming as to swallow up everything else.
"I'll bring you over a towel once you're ready to get out." He promises before drawing her mouth against his once more.
"Ah...that." Clearing his throat as he glances over his shoulder as if her bottoms might suddenly appear next to them wholly intact, Everest chuckles apologetically as he returns his gaze to Isla. "I don't...ever think I've used my claws like that before.' He admits, sounding a touch self-conscious. There had never been a time in his life where things seemed so urgent that careless destruction was what he'd opted for rather than a bit of patience, but gods if the need to feel Isla right then and there hadn't been so overwhelming as to swallow up everything else.
"I'll bring you over a towel once you're ready to get out." He promises before drawing her mouth against his once more.
They say the odds are stacked against us, babe
We're a cactus waiting for our desert rain
We're a cactus waiting for our desert rain
