when it's just the two of us, only the two of us
He bats her hand away and she tries to catch his fingers so she can press her lips against them, a smug smile on her face the entire time. "That's not what I'm saying at all. Just that you won't ever hear me, because it's bad." Releasing his hand, it's Isla's turn to look horrified at the audacity, even as he pulls her closer and covers her with kisses.
"Please don't. We only have one room in the Grounds where we can be together, and peeping on you in the shower is one of my favourite substitutes." She sticks out her bottom lip, returning to the braid she's putting into his hair - and very fetching it looks too, she thinks. "Aw, shall we get a pair of parasols, then, and go to water the Flowerbirth god?" As dates go, it sounds like a fun one.
"Please don't. We only have one room in the Grounds where we can be together, and peeping on you in the shower is one of my favourite substitutes." She sticks out her bottom lip, returning to the braid she's putting into his hair - and very fetching it looks too, she thinks. "Aw, shall we get a pair of parasols, then, and go to water the Flowerbirth god?" As dates go, it sounds like a fun one.
i could die
Isla
