Isla
"Not as lucky as I am," Isla protests, the hand not holding the bag sneaking up to tease through the back of his hair, giving it a playful tug that will doubtlessly feel a lot more enticing when they are sequestered in the room at their backs. And Cal doesn't waste any more time, something the medic can appreciate as she follows along in his wake.
Whilst he's busy locking the door - in the clear indeed - Isla has already dropped her bag and is unknotting her scarf from around her neck, abandoning it on the ground at her feet. She's managed to unbutton her coat as well by the time Cal's eyes lock on hers, and Isla almost feels undone by virtue of just being able to have him like this.
"Gods," she all but purrs, because that's the only thing her addled mind can think to say. And it's with fire burning in her veins and silvering her cheeks that she sweeps forward to seal his lips with a kiss. He tastes like cold Deepfrost nights and blood and leather, and as Isla loops her arms around his neck she's already rocking her hips teasingly against him. "It feels like forever since we did this last."
Whilst he's busy locking the door - in the clear indeed - Isla has already dropped her bag and is unknotting her scarf from around her neck, abandoning it on the ground at her feet. She's managed to unbutton her coat as well by the time Cal's eyes lock on hers, and Isla almost feels undone by virtue of just being able to have him like this.
"Gods," she all but purrs, because that's the only thing her addled mind can think to say. And it's with fire burning in her veins and silvering her cheeks that she sweeps forward to seal his lips with a kiss. He tastes like cold Deepfrost nights and blood and leather, and as Isla loops her arms around his neck she's already rocking her hips teasingly against him. "It feels like forever since we did this last."
we're gonna separate ourselves tonight
we're always running scared but holding knives
we're always running scared but holding knives
