I wanna fade away with you

i'd probably still adore you with your hands around my neck

Perhaps Everest would owe his mother an apology for what he was about to do, but given the way he was still a touch hopeless at always interpreting context correctly on top of how woefully loud his body was being about its demands, he was helpless to stop the way some carnal part of his mind took over.

Reaching for one of Isla's hands with somewhat of a dark growl, Ever would guide the Remedy out of the hot springs, pausing only to grab a towel from one of the chairs that he used to rather inartfully cover the tenting of his shorts.

Assuming that the women's side of the changing room was simply the mirror to the men's, the aviator didn't stop as he reached the entrance, but instead marched them in towards the showers. Those, at least, had doors, and given how few people were in the Eye, Ever hoped they'd be empty. Releasing Isla's hand only so that as he turned he could cup the curve of her cheek and guide his mouth against hers again, the aviator dropped the towel as he fumbled open one of the shower doors with his freehand.

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Isla

Both surprised and immediately delighted by the sudden way Ever takes control, Isla finds herself guided smoothly out of the hotsprings and hurrying in his wake. Feeling a fresh plume of heat curl south at the way this sweet man who had met her at the docks collides with the one marching them towards the showers, she obediently turns her face up to meet his kiss as they fumble their way through one of the doors.

The cubicles are all empty for the time being, as it happens, and Isla knocks the door shut again and swats at it until she finds the latch to keep it closed, her free hand already tugging at Ever's swimming shorts. Because if now means now, gods but she doesn't want to wait a second longer. Grasping at the hard length of his cock, Isla mimics the movement of her fingers with her tongue against his mouth, moaning greedily and wishing she could just will them closer still.

we're gonna separate ourselves tonight
we're always running scared but holding knives

i'd probably still adore you with your hands around my neck

It's the sort of controlled chaos that his time in the (various) brothels should have prepared him for, yet as Isla's fingers press against his erection, the aviator gasps sharply against her lips and stumbles forward into her touch. Reaching out to brace himself against the wall with one hand, he lets his fingers of the other slide from her cheek to her shoulder, where he tugs the strap of her bathing suit to the side and down. With anyone else Ever would have been cool and collected, but there was just something about Isla (love) that made a mess of all of the aviator's carefully laid plans.

His traitorous mind even went so far as to suggest using his claws to hasten the process.

Releasing the wall, then, if only to try and use both hands to try and encourage Isla out of her bathing suit, Everest broke their kiss if only to better hasten them both out of their clothes.

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Isla

Huffing an impatient sort of laugh as they paw at each other like two horny teenagers, Isla nonetheless does whatever she can to assist with Ever's attempt to get her out of her bathing suit. And given that neither one of them is putting on a show, it doesn't take long before there's altogether too much space between them and not because of any fabric, Isla pressing herself closer as a shiver dances across her skin.

"I want you," she whispers to Ever, lifting a leg to hook around his hips, encouraging the press of his cock against her slick heat. "Gods, I want you badly." Surprised at the flare of her own desire, Isla lets her arms loop around his neck as if she might be able to straddle him standing up. Luckily there's a wall to brace against, but still, gods it isn't maddening.

we're gonna separate ourselves tonight
we're always running scared but holding knives

i'd probably still adore you with your hands around my neck

Reaching behind him Ever slams his palm against the water control a good deal harder than he'd intended, though hardly registering it. Instantly they were showered with warm water and enough white noise that should anyone be passing through, they (hopefully) wouldn't pay any attention to whatever sounds might echo out.

"Isla." The aviator moans, his forehead against her shoulder as she hooked her leg around him. Whether he could actually feel her wetness against the head of his cock or if he was only imagining it hardly seemed to matter but for the plume of heat that rose up from his groin and blurred any semblance of rationality. "I need you." He pleaded

Reaching down to grasp Isla's raised thigh with one hand, he offered her as communicative a look as he could—jump—as he wrapped his hand around her other thigh and lifted. With the wall against her back to support her weight and his body pressed against hers, Ever was fairly confident he could hold her here more than long enough. Moving back slightly so that more of her weight rested in his hands if only so that he had the necessary spatial awareness and feel to guide himself inside of her, as he shifted his hips back and then pulled hers against him, Everest felt the world seem to slip and then shift as if finally fitting properly into place. Pressing himself all the way forward, it was with something like surprised laughter on his lips that he rested his face momentarily against the crook of her neck, delighted and awed and panting.

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Isla

The warm rain suddenly cascading around them is enough to bring a smile to Isla's lips despite how preoccupied she undoubtedly is with the man between her legs, though the flare of heat in her cheeks and low in her belly is something she can no longer ignore as Ever's words reach her ears. I need you ignites something in her blood that likely merits some exploration later, but for now it's with eager hands wound around the aviator's shoulders that she complies with his request, hooking her legs around his waist and bracing back against the solid wall of the cubicle.

He enters her slowly and completely, the feeling parting Isla's lips in a low moan cut off by the tantalising nearness of him, and she tilts her head to rest it against Ever's, panting through the pleasure of his every touch. "More," she all but begs him, the words whispered through the rush of water against his ear, her hips arcing ever so slightly against the wall as if to encourage his movements.

we're gonna separate ourselves tonight
we're always running scared but holding knives

i'd probably still adore you with your hands around my neck

Lacking the demigod strength needed to truly enact the things Ever's mind told him he was capable of, his eagerness to please was not hindered by any physical clumsiness on his part. With his hands fit smoothly around her ass to keep her secured, Ever thrust his hips forward again and again, feeling deliciously caged by the way her legs were locked around his waist and how her arms were tightened around his neck.

"Anything for you," he panted against her, his pace increasing until the only word to properly describe his actions was fucking, and gods but he loved fucking her. "I wish there was a mirror." Ever moaned against the swell of Isla's shoulder. Not the most imaginative of men, even the meagre images he blended together in his mind of what the pair of them might look like was enough to have his breath hitching in his throat.

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Isla

Luckily, Ever will find, one does not have to be a demigod to pull off every feat of strength usually attributed to them, and fucking a woman up against a shower wall is well within the aviator's repertoire. If he doesn't believe it, Isla will do her best to persuade him, her hiccuped mewls of pleasure all but swallowed up in the hiss of water, for his ears alone as her fingers grasp at his shoulders and tighten in the back of his hair.

"Later," she pants, the words framed by a wicked smile against his ear. Later they'll find a mirror and he can fuck her to oblivion in the glass. "No reflection will ever look as good as your cock feels," she adds, as if to make up for it, though her words taper off into an abrupt moan as his pace increases, Isla left with toes tingling and pleasure stirring low in her belly. "Cum for me," she whispers, wanting to be the source of his bliss more than she even wants to chase her own.

we're gonna separate ourselves tonight
we're always running scared but holding knives

i'd probably still adore you with your hands around my neck

Isla's words leave him tongue-tied and gasping, and gods if there was any for the aviator to have held out hope of not coming first, her whispers seal his fate. Anything for you, he'd said, and whatever else he might have done, his body was going to follow her instructions to the letter.

Adjusting his grip against her that he might offset his movements so that his hips didn't rock against hers but instead thrust forward to meet them, the aviator did his best to stifle his moans against the Remedy's breasts with only moderate success. Despite trying to inhale around the sounds of pleasure that tried to escape with every thrust of his hips, the lack of oxygen only made him feel dizzy and coaxed his climax closer.

"Gods, you're—" Perfect? Everything? Exquisite? "—you're—" Letting one of his arms rise to slide along her lower back and clutch her against him, Everest found himself rising almost onto his toes as he fucked her as if his orgasm was a bubble in her belly that he had to strike with the head of his cock in order to finally cum.

Ever wasn't one to swear, but it certainly sounded as though he'd meant to say fuck before the air was stolen from his lungs by the force of his climax. Cognizant even atop the pinnacle of his own pleasure not to loosen his grasp of Isla, Ever pressed himself forward to pin her against the wall, his arms shaking, but steady around her.

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Isla

Thoroughly fucked and then some, let no one say that Everest Hart doesn't know what he's doing, and even though the aviator doesn't bring her to orgasm this time (later, she'd promised both of them), there's no denying the pleasure of being had by someone who wants you as much as you want them in return. "Gods, Ever--" She hisses right on the heels of his orgasm, and though she'll apologise later, Isla has nothing to say in the face of the faint lines that will appear on the aviator's shoulders courtesy of her nails.

Pressed back into the wall and left all but clinging to him in the aftershocks of his climax, Isla noses into his wet hair and strokes gentle fingers against the back of his neck, tilting his head up only when she thinks they both have breath enough for a kiss. Pressing her lips sweetly against his mouth, the warm rain of the shower overhead might have put them somewhere in the Oerwoud or in one of Torchline's monsoons.

Honestly, it doesn't matter to the Remedy, as long as they're together for it. "You're amazing," she whispers to him with another gentle kiss, unable to stop smiling.

we're gonna separate ourselves tonight
we're always running scared but holding knives

i'd probably still adore you with your hands around my neck

If Isla thought later was going to mean anything more than a few seconds, she was sorely mistaken.

The aviator breathed shakily into her kiss, the act merely one of instinct at first as the circuits of his brain sought to reform all of their connections. Once they had, he moaned in soft recognition as he gently released his hold of her that she might stand. Laughing quietly against her mouth, Everest too was unable to do anything much more than smile as his heart continued to race. "Gods I love you," he whispered, unthinking, not even realizing what he'd said apart from it merely being what best matched the almost painful swelling of his heart.

Sinking onto his knees, he looked up at her, his smile boyish and his blue eyes bright despite the rivulets of water forcing him to keep blinking. Tracking his fingertips down her side and then up the back of her thigh, he'd encouraged her leg over his shoulder as he pressed his lips first softly against the inside of her thigh before plunging his tongue inside of her.

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Isla

Feeling the ground rise up against her trembling legs, Isla is forced to use Ever to help her stay upright for a few seconds - something she neither complains about nor dislikes, and her breathless smile up at him is one of girlish delight. Of course, then those unexpected (but also not, she realises) words slip from his lips, knocking the world from beneath her and causing her lips to part in soft surprise.

Ever, she thinks but doesn't say, and suddenly he's on his knees before her and her leg is gliding over his warm shoulder. Ever, what? And now his lips are ghosting against the inside of her thigh, and gods the feel of him against her is almost more than she can bear--

Hearing her moan leave her throat almost belatedly, it's all Isla can to to tangle her fingers in the aviator's hair, her free hand grasping at one of the water pipes of the shower for purchase even as she arches against the cubicle wall. "Yes," she hisses, unable to ask for more than all of this until the tether within her snaps and allows her to think in full sentences again.

we're gonna separate ourselves tonight
we're always running scared but holding knives

i'd probably still adore you with your hands around my neck

Making no attempt to play coy or otherwise tease the Remedy, the aviator does his best to attune himself to the signals of her body whilst writing endless apologies against her clit for having the boyish audacity to have cum first. Every flinch of her leg draws a hum of approval from his lips, the reverberations of which he's sure she'll feel if the sound of it is drowned out by the water.

His fingertips tease their way down the backs of her thighs in slow, measured lines, as if digging a path for her orgasm to move through. Wishing he could tell her how beautiful she was, how much he wanted her, how much he loved her (oops, already did that), the aviator threw himself into his ministrations wanting only to make her feel as good as she'd allowed him to feel, and, selfishly, to perhaps hear his name slip again from her lips.

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Isla

Luckily for Everest, the bulk of the work has already been done in the previous few minutes, and with his words ringing in her ears - gods, I love you - and the mental image of him fucking her hard against the shower wall still crystal clear in her mind's eye, he won't have to try hard to coax her orgasm to life. "Oh, fuck--" Isla gasps, her head tipping back and her hips pressing forward against his mouth as if she might somehow have more of him, more of all of this.

Feeling, still, the phantom touch of his hands gripping her thighs and the snap of his hips against her own, Isla does cum with Ever's name on her lips, loud enough to be heard over the shower and likely through the door of the changing rooms as well. Perhaps that's why they are still alone - not out of luck, but due to the accidental do not disturb sign Isla is serenading them with.

"Kiss me," she whispers with sudden urgency as soon as the words are able to form on her lips, her legs still trembling and her cheeks hopelessly flushed.

we're gonna separate ourselves tonight
we're always running scared but holding knives