back and forth to calm the squall

"Oh are you? How do I know that you aren't beyond my price range?" she wonders, but then their lips are meeting and he's right - it does feel different to even just a few minutes ago. Isla's arms loop carelessly around his neck, fingers threading through the back of his hair, and she smiles against their kiss as his last point - the one about staying in her bed - belatedly filters through. "Then I guess we're all set," she murmurs, brushing her nose against his before they're parting to drink tea and talk shop. Grinning, Isla shifts to sit on the counter, sipping at her drink and kicking her heel absently against the cupboard beneath her as she thinks. "Well," she says, "I have already learned that you aren't a fan of green shirts, that you are expensive and that you would make a very fetching doorman. So I think we can plan another date - which is good, because I need to go back to Torchline." ISLA when it's just the two of us, only the two of us, I could die