when it's just the two of us, only the two of us
"Well, then you'd be waiting a very long time. Luckily for us both, time doesn't really mean much to either of us." She resists adding at least when there aren't wars, because gods, they've only just managed to bring the mood back up again. Humming a note of playful protest as she feels him nibble at her earlobe, Isla nonetheless tilts her head into it, both loving the feel of his lips against her skin but also wishing there was more of it.
"A shower in the room? You're already thinking more like a builder than an assassin," she remarks, liking the sound of it. She likes the sound of what he says next even more, though, Isla raising a brow before flashing him a sly smile tipped with fangs. "I'd say it's the best idea you've had all night," she mumbles, shrugging out of the blankets before melting into another kiss against his lips.
"You can carry me, though," she mumbles, "because I don't want to let you go."
"A shower in the room? You're already thinking more like a builder than an assassin," she remarks, liking the sound of it. She likes the sound of what he says next even more, though, Isla raising a brow before flashing him a sly smile tipped with fangs. "I'd say it's the best idea you've had all night," she mumbles, shrugging out of the blankets before melting into another kiss against his lips.
"You can carry me, though," she mumbles, "because I don't want to let you go."
i could die
Isla
