Isla
"I think you are choosing to pick out all the parts of our conversation that are about feet," Isla drawls, smirking up at him. "Is there something about you that I should know?" She raises her eyebrows and peers up to meet his gaze now as if the answers might just lie there. Her expression turns apologetic as it becomes evident, what she's doing to him, and Isla allows him to take her hands willingly to create some (much needed) distance between them,
Then, of course, he kisses her, and she hums a note of needy contentment against his lips. "Is that so? Would you like me to try harder to overreact next time? Perhaps throw something?" she asks, smiling into the kiss but nodding nonetheless. "I would like that very much," she says of continuing their date, stepping back enough that there's some space between them, before moving to adjust his shirt as best she can (the buttons are gone, so... yeah).
"Shall we keep mapping these stars? I'd like to have something complete by the time we head back."
Then, of course, he kisses her, and she hums a note of needy contentment against his lips. "Is that so? Would you like me to try harder to overreact next time? Perhaps throw something?" she asks, smiling into the kiss but nodding nonetheless. "I would like that very much," she says of continuing their date, stepping back enough that there's some space between them, before moving to adjust his shirt as best she can (the buttons are gone, so... yeah).
"Shall we keep mapping these stars? I'd like to have something complete by the time we head back."
we're gonna separate ourselves tonight
we're always running scared but holding knives
we're always running scared but holding knives
