Isla
"Mm, I will afterwards," Isla decides with a smile creeping across her face. Her hands splay across his chest as he turns to face her again, and she moans against his lips, her fingers gently brushing across scar tissue and unblemished flesh alike, marking all the places that strike silver or pink against his skin. She doesn't need to reply with words as he tells her to lay down - nipping at his tongue with her fangs until she tastes copper, Isla shifts to lay down, drawing the alchemist with her.
Her legs spread to welcome him back, Isla hooking one of her calves around his waist just to make sure he isn't going anywhere. And with a cocoon of feathers to blanket her, and nothing but green eyes and a boyish smile in her field of vision, this suddenly feels a lot more intimate than before. Even so, she leans up for another kiss, one of her hands sneaking back up now to thread through the back of his curls. "Gods, I want you," she mumbles against his lips.
Her legs spread to welcome him back, Isla hooking one of her calves around his waist just to make sure he isn't going anywhere. And with a cocoon of feathers to blanket her, and nothing but green eyes and a boyish smile in her field of vision, this suddenly feels a lot more intimate than before. Even so, she leans up for another kiss, one of her hands sneaking back up now to thread through the back of his curls. "Gods, I want you," she mumbles against his lips.
sooner or later, we all have to wake
and try forgetting everything
and try forgetting everything
