Isla
"Mm, you'd think he would learn." Isla sighs against him, tugging his shirt open and letting her hands run across his scarred skin. She can barely feel it and the same is likely true of Remi in a lot of places, but she can't help herself. In the same way the alchemist sees himself in the flush of her cheeks, she can remember how their bond felt at times like this, when they could understand each other so clearly that it was almost painful when they were apart.
Grinding against him almost without being able to help it at this point, she grins and leans in for another kiss. "Reading? Maybe before I bit you, but now I'm a little busy," she mumbles against his lips, winding an arm around his shoulders. "Let's go," she whispers. "I want you to have me, right now." And she's not moving even an inch away from him, so it's up to Remi to carry her.
Grinding against him almost without being able to help it at this point, she grins and leans in for another kiss. "Reading? Maybe before I bit you, but now I'm a little busy," she mumbles against his lips, winding an arm around his shoulders. "Let's go," she whispers. "I want you to have me, right now." And she's not moving even an inch away from him, so it's up to Remi to carry her.
sooner or later, we all have to wake
and try forgetting everything
and try forgetting everything
