Isla
He draws away from her, but Isla far from does nothing as she waits for him to relieve himself of the rest of his clothes. With flinty eyes in the dim light, the medic's hands go to pleasure herself even as she watches the Captain finish his strip tease, a smile curling across her lips. "It feels like far too long since we did this," she purrs, leaning up to meet him halfway, lips crashing against his, hands greedily roaming over his shoulders and back.
Gasping to feel Cal pressed up against her, Isla's fingers twist into the back of his dark hair, and she shifts impatiently as if to encourage him to be done with teasing, to bury himself in her at last. "What are you waiting for?" she whispers, grinning and leaning in to nip at his throat with her fangs, not quite breaking the skin.
Gasping to feel Cal pressed up against her, Isla's fingers twist into the back of his dark hair, and she shifts impatiently as if to encourage him to be done with teasing, to bury himself in her at last. "What are you waiting for?" she whispers, grinning and leaning in to nip at his throat with her fangs, not quite breaking the skin.
we're gonna separate ourselves tonight
we're always running scared but holding knives
we're always running scared but holding knives
