when it's just the two of us, only the two of us
He knows the answer to his own question, and whilst Isla can't hope to articulate her frustration and her need with words, she does narrow blue eyes down at the alchemist. It's an expression that morphs into surprise as he draws her closer suddenly, her legs draping over his bare shoulders, exposing her completely to his efforts. That's when her smile becomes a little wicked, and she gazes down the length of her body at the dark and predatory eyes that flash towards her.
"I would tell you," she says, her voice a velvet whisper in the dim light, "but no one has ever managed to give me multiple. Maybe you can change th-- ah--!" Cut off by her own moan of pleasure, Isla's hips roll into the sensation. Remi's tongue is a dilligent thing - by his own admission he isn't the best at words, but at this Isla can assure him he's not lacking in skill.
It's true that it might have been a while, but that goes for both of them, and the medic is already wet and ready for him, her fingers reaching down to twist into his curls. "Gods Remi," she hisses through her teeth, wanting to press him against her again. "More..."
"I would tell you," she says, her voice a velvet whisper in the dim light, "but no one has ever managed to give me multiple. Maybe you can change th-- ah--!" Cut off by her own moan of pleasure, Isla's hips roll into the sensation. Remi's tongue is a dilligent thing - by his own admission he isn't the best at words, but at this Isla can assure him he's not lacking in skill.
It's true that it might have been a while, but that goes for both of them, and the medic is already wet and ready for him, her fingers reaching down to twist into his curls. "Gods Remi," she hisses through her teeth, wanting to press him against her again. "More..."
i could die
Isla
