Isla
Isla hisses out a frustrated note to see the fabric instantly stain red, the medic in her surfacing as she clasps her hand over the scarf, taking over for Remi. Indeed, as he tries to straighten up and away Isla is already moving closer, looking up at him with something close to pain in her eyes, but not quite. "Let's not tempt fate tonight, then," she suggests with a gentle smile. "Would you like to come back to the clinic with me? I don't like how much it's bleeding."
It's easier to say that than to say how she very much did like everything else, leading up to and including his hands on her, his breath in her ear, the heat and hardness of his arousal. "I wonder if there's a way to make it so I didn't almost bleed you out every time," she counters; it might be a surprise, but Isla is absolutely not against how it feels. She smiles sheepishly up at Remi. "It's the only time I get to feel a little bit human," she explains.
It's easier to say that than to say how she very much did like everything else, leading up to and including his hands on her, his breath in her ear, the heat and hardness of his arousal. "I wonder if there's a way to make it so I didn't almost bleed you out every time," she counters; it might be a surprise, but Isla is absolutely not against how it feels. She smiles sheepishly up at Remi. "It's the only time I get to feel a little bit human," she explains.
we're gonna separate ourselves tonight
we're always running scared but holding knives
we're always running scared but holding knives
