Isla
"I was kicking you in the nose, that's right. But in the times before that, I think I was quite happy to have you between my legs. So the least you can do is be kind enough not to kick me in the nose and tell me to go to sleep." At least for the first or second time - it's only polite. And if anything, the challenge in his voice only has a glitter of further amusement in Isla's eyes, but thankfully she turns her attention away from his face before they can literally stare each other into having sex.
His fingers slip into her hair - hair that's been pinned very delicately, Remi will find, but those pins will slide out of her golden locks with ease, if that's what he wants to do. Meanwhile, Isla strips him of his belt, discarding it somewhere across the blanket, and swiftly unbuttons his pants to free his erection. "Do you remember the last time we were like this?" Isla whispers, barely, leaning in to run her tongue teasingly up the length of him, just enough to barely offer him a taste of what's to come.
His fingers slip into her hair - hair that's been pinned very delicately, Remi will find, but those pins will slide out of her golden locks with ease, if that's what he wants to do. Meanwhile, Isla strips him of his belt, discarding it somewhere across the blanket, and swiftly unbuttons his pants to free his erection. "Do you remember the last time we were like this?" Isla whispers, barely, leaning in to run her tongue teasingly up the length of him, just enough to barely offer him a taste of what's to come.
we're gonna separate ourselves tonight
we're always running scared but holding knives
we're always running scared but holding knives
