Isla
Isla loves it when Remi is like this - whatever she wants to say to him is cut off as she's covered by him on the bed, her fingertips opening a couple of deep lacerations across his shoulders only to turn their attention to the bed covers instead. A ragged moan leaves her throat to feel him all over her, and though she tries to arch up to help (or hinder, she hasn't decided yet), there's no way she's going anywhere with the alchemist pinned against her back.
"Mm, no. I don't know," she almost whispers, shifting now to help him strip her of the rest of her clothes, leaving her naked and wanting on the bed before him. "Good thing you won't have to think about it any more though." Not if Remi has anything to say about it - and she's sure he will, and the man has a silver tongue.
She glances over her shoulder at him, her blue eyes made dark by the twilight of the room and the arousal roaring through her body.
"Mm, no. I don't know," she almost whispers, shifting now to help him strip her of the rest of her clothes, leaving her naked and wanting on the bed before him. "Good thing you won't have to think about it any more though." Not if Remi has anything to say about it - and she's sure he will, and the man has a silver tongue.
She glances over her shoulder at him, her blue eyes made dark by the twilight of the room and the arousal roaring through her body.
sooner or later, we all have to wake
and try forgetting everything
and try forgetting everything
