honey, there is no right way

Isla

With both of their evenings free and both of them, to some extent, having had a stressful afternoon, spending this time together sounds like the sort of peace Isla had once only dreamed about. And though she knows exactly what she's done by tossing her clothes haphazardly out into the hallway, she's still got her back to the door as she concentrates on heating the water in the bathtub to her preferred temperature (i.e. near scalding).

The first simmering bubbles have just started to rise to the surface of the water when she feels Everest glide against her, all warm hands and gentle lips, and she's smiling even before he speaks, guiding her hair over the opposite shoulder so he might be able to kiss as he pleases. "I did notice a few creative roadblocks," she murmurs, glancing at the obstacles along the tiles towards the water. "I like to think that, even then, you were only thinking about my safety."

Speaking of which, when it comes to getting into the bath safely, she turns ever so slightly in his grip, the movement surreptitiously aiding the fall of the zipper down her skirt. "I feel like the bath can wait a few more minutes, actually," she says softly. "I've a different type of stress relief on my mind right now."

I'll take a bruise, I know you're worth it
When you hit me, hit me hard