when it's just the two of us, only the two of us
"I was hoping you would," Isla says of him showing her, her voice dipping low, her fingers entwining with Remi's as their hands drift down the length of her body. She's as entranced by him as he is by the sensation, the medic catching every flutter in his expression as if it's something never before experienced. And it may as well be, at this point. "Same here," she reminds him, reaching up with her free hand to tilt up his chin that she might lean in for a kiss.
"It doesn't matter," she mumbles, arching against his touch and pressing further into his hands. "Just show me, Remi. I want you - all of you - right now--" It's as if whatever exquisite madness that's infected Isla has realised that things have slowed down somewhat, because the Ascended's lips part to let her fangs graze, ever so slightly, across Remi's bottom lip. "Please..."
"It doesn't matter," she mumbles, arching against his touch and pressing further into his hands. "Just show me, Remi. I want you - all of you - right now--" It's as if whatever exquisite madness that's infected Isla has realised that things have slowed down somewhat, because the Ascended's lips part to let her fangs graze, ever so slightly, across Remi's bottom lip. "Please..."
i could die
Isla
