[SE] what else can we do

"Lucky me," Isla corrects, locking her legs around his waist and looping her arms around his neck as he carts her through the house. She doesn't see the look he throws her companion, but the Prince absolutely catches it, haughtily busying himself with the book he's reading and planning to make Varus's life difficult later as penance. "If the room is occupied then this is going to become an orgy," she warns as he hurries through the darkened street. "Because I told you I loved you tonight and I'm going to show you how much, with or without an audience." And so it's with a girlish laugh that she relaxes against her chariot, right up until her back is pressed to the door of the room and he's fumbling to try and get in. And Varus will manage it just as Isla reaches back to try and help, the result of which sends them stumbling into the room a lot faster than they likely intended. By which point nothing matters to Isla - flooded with lust and a heat that plunges straight to her core, it's with a soft and needy moan that she seeks out Varus's lips, deepening the kiss with a wicked tongue and hands that are desperate to feel his bare skin. ISLA when it's just the two of us, only the two of us, I could die