Isla
There's the taste of copper on their tongues, and Isla happily drowns in it all. Her fingers loosen in Remi's hair by degrees, stroking through curls and down the back of his neck as she savours the sweet caress of his lips. Humming out a note of ragged appreciation, her free arm clasps him closer, whispering over his shoulders and along a wing joint, savouring the feel of flesh and feathers all the same. "Gods, that was so good," she whispers against his lips, her head tilting back to bare her throat for him to kiss.
No part of Isla feels like parting from him even a little, though as the frantic pounding of his heart continues to vibrate through her, sense returns by degrees. "You were incredible," she mumbles, pressing sweet and gentle kisses against his curls, trying to tilt up his chin so she can find his lips again. "You sure you're up to going to Torchline from here?"
No part of Isla feels like parting from him even a little, though as the frantic pounding of his heart continues to vibrate through her, sense returns by degrees. "You were incredible," she mumbles, pressing sweet and gentle kisses against his curls, trying to tilt up his chin so she can find his lips again. "You sure you're up to going to Torchline from here?"
sooner or later, we all have to wake
and try forgetting everything
and try forgetting everything
