oh my goddess

Her breath hitches as Sunjata withdraws from her, only to find herself drawn back against his chest and into the hot water - something Isla is absolutely not going to complain about. Lolling against him, her fingers draw gentle patterns against his back beneath the water, even as she adjusts a little to hear the thunder of his pulse against her ear, as if his heart is a seashell and she's trying to hear the ocean in it. Sunjata's response has a soft laugh bubbling up in the back of her throat, and she tilts her head up to look at him, even as his fingers brush along the soon-to-be bruises on her neck. "Oh gods no," she teases softly, "that was the worst." Grinning and slipping her arms around him properly, it feels like an absurd parallel to the day he'd found her at the Last Step, contemplating jumping if for no other reason than it would give her something to do. As it happens, there's a lot they can do now, nudge nudge, wink wink. "Let's stay a little longer," she suggests. "Then we can head back?" ISLA when it's just the two of us, only the two of us, I could die