when it's just the two of us, only the two of us
There's a near purr of encouragement that thrums through Isla's chest and up into her throat as Remi does her the favour of taking away her need to walk. Her arms slide around well muscled shoulders, fingers twining up and into rich, messy curls, and her lips almost feel numb with their kisses. Of course it's precisely the opposite - lost in the throes of sensory overload, she drowns and luxuriates in the feel of him, and as Remi sets her down she mewls a protest to feel him leave her.
"Years," she hisses as he pulls off his shirt, her eyes nearly aglow in the dim light of the room. She hasn't felt like this in years, and when Remi moves to blanket her with his body, she takes full advantage of his generosity. Her hands trace scar tissue and musculature that she's only very recently examined in a medical context. But fuck that - this is for pure indulgence, and it isn't long before Isla's lips join in the exploration.
Leaning in, she leaves feather light kisses against the scars at Remi's throat and presses one hand against the starburst on his chest. Isla tracks every part of the Lullaby that she can get her hands on, from the soft skin beneath his ear right down to where his pants hug against his hips, to where fabric still traps his very obvious erection. "You're incredible," she whispers, barely hearing the words herself.
"Years," she hisses as he pulls off his shirt, her eyes nearly aglow in the dim light of the room. She hasn't felt like this in years, and when Remi moves to blanket her with his body, she takes full advantage of his generosity. Her hands trace scar tissue and musculature that she's only very recently examined in a medical context. But fuck that - this is for pure indulgence, and it isn't long before Isla's lips join in the exploration.
Leaning in, she leaves feather light kisses against the scars at Remi's throat and presses one hand against the starburst on his chest. Isla tracks every part of the Lullaby that she can get her hands on, from the soft skin beneath his ear right down to where his pants hug against his hips, to where fabric still traps his very obvious erection. "You're incredible," she whispers, barely hearing the words herself.
i could die
Isla
