Isla
Isla moans softly into the kiss, and as Remi's hands go wandering she's as helpful as she can be given the circumstances. There is a lot of fabric, and she shifts to swing a leg across his lap and sit astride him so at least he only really needs to worry about navigating things from the waist up. Her lips, whilst undeniably eager, never stray beyond sweetness and softness, as if this is some tentative makeout session between two inexperienced teenagers.
"You," she murmurs against his lips, her fingers slipping up and over his shoulders before plunging into his curls. "I didn't realise-- I wasn't looking for--" Cutting herself off with further kisses, in the end Isla can only smile softly and melt further against him, wishing they were connected in more places than they currently were. Wishing they were back in that room, but she doesn't let herself think quite that far ahead.
"You," she murmurs against his lips, her fingers slipping up and over his shoulders before plunging into his curls. "I didn't realise-- I wasn't looking for--" Cutting herself off with further kisses, in the end Isla can only smile softly and melt further against him, wishing they were connected in more places than they currently were. Wishing they were back in that room, but she doesn't let herself think quite that far ahead.
we're gonna separate ourselves tonight
we're always running scared but holding knives
we're always running scared but holding knives
