catching fire

right now everything you want is wrong
& right now all your dreams are waking up

Isla might not have his shift anymore, but the predator in him can more than sense the lurking one that stirs in her bones. For all the Voice's upgrades and biomechanics, there is something so decidedly primal awake in Isla that he is tantalized by images of tearing open her body to reveal all the parts of her that are still flesh, and to liberate them.

Bracing himself with one hand against the armrest of the lounge to give her better access to his chest, his other hand is at a loss for what to do, where to touch, and how. If he lets himself be guided by pure instinct, he's sure to go rogue and wrong far too quickly.

Remi's laugh is more just a warm puff of air as he shakes his head above her. He isn't, in so, so many ways. "I'm sorry I never told you how beautiful you are." He murmurs, cheeks hot with heat. It's his turn now to trail kisses and touches down the length of her. From the rise of her cheekbones, to where her jugular would be, the hollow of her collar bone, halted only by her shirt. With gentle but skilled hands he reaches below her back to tug the fabric off, that he might continue the motion up the length of her to remove it.

The Lullaby