ISLA
Tilting her head as if to better hear Ever, despite his lips nearly brushing against the shell of her ear as he speaks, his voice is like dry kindling to the sparks flying between them, and she flashes him a secretive grin for his trouble. "D," she whispers, "does not stand for dissatisfied." As he straightens up she does her best to follow suit, watching as the merchant prepares their samples (and doesn't hide the look he's giving them, either, not that Isla can remotely blame him).
The aviator's voice purrs back into her ear a moment later, though, and Isla has to do her best to hide her smile and the way she wants to peel his arm from around her if only to put his hands into much more interesting places. "Structurally, of course," she agrees, though if her thoughts are on wood at all any more, it's definitely not the kind the merchant is working with.
Regardless, their three samples arrive in due course, and Isla charms her tone into something breezy and polite as she thanks the stall owner and gestures for Ever to pick up the walnut. "It has never been a problem for you to rise to the occasion," she adds softly. "I don't foresee that being the case now. Do you?"
The aviator's voice purrs back into her ear a moment later, though, and Isla has to do her best to hide her smile and the way she wants to peel his arm from around her if only to put his hands into much more interesting places. "Structurally, of course," she agrees, though if her thoughts are on wood at all any more, it's definitely not the kind the merchant is working with.
Regardless, their three samples arrive in due course, and Isla charms her tone into something breezy and polite as she thanks the stall owner and gestures for Ever to pick up the walnut. "It has never been a problem for you to rise to the occasion," she adds softly. "I don't foresee that being the case now. Do you?"
apres moi le deluge
after me comes the flood
after me comes the flood
