ISLA
"I think you implied that my sexual skills were lacking when it came to me fucking you," Isla says with a smile that's equally sunny and smug, because why bother with innuendo when, as Remi has rightly pointed out, those sorts of threats don't bother him in any case. "Which, if that's correct, is as hurtful as it is funny, and I've a mind to slap you right across the face for it. Luckily," she huffs, "this is something that is important for your ten year anniversary. And I wouldn't want to do that to Ronin, whose ability to handle wood is, I'm sure, much better than both of ours."
Kicking water at him for good measure and turning back to the boat, Isla makes quick work of oiling the new board - and slathering it along Remi's arm and chest for good measure, since he's too busy holding the Northaven to do much about it - and plods through the shallows to collect the all important piece of wood. "There," she announces, straightening up with it. "I think you can say that's officially a part of where you live."
Kicking water at him for good measure and turning back to the boat, Isla makes quick work of oiling the new board - and slathering it along Remi's arm and chest for good measure, since he's too busy holding the Northaven to do much about it - and plods through the shallows to collect the all important piece of wood. "There," she announces, straightening up with it. "I think you can say that's officially a part of where you live."
apres moi le deluge
after me comes the flood
after me comes the flood
