what have I done

Isla lifted her gaze to Remi just as he brought her closer, the healer arching an eyebrow before their lips met and she forgot the question she was about to ask him. While the physical pleasure of a kiss evaded her, she remembered all too well what it was supposed to feel like (and how to do it), and she responded in kind to the alchemist. The taste of blood in his mouth only spurred her on, Isla grinding against him and pressing her hands against his chest. When they parted her smile was just as sly as his own, and she nodded in understanding. "Unfortunately you might just keel over if I bite you again," she murmured; as she spoke she was moving, though, sinking down to kneel between his legs. She took his hand in hers, pressing her lips harmlessly to the inside of his wrist where she'd first taken from him, while her other started to unfasten the buttons on his pants. ISLA Hush now, I'm here