when it's just the two of us, only the two of us
Isla's eyebrows raise in a didn't you? sort of gesture, only for her expression to melt into a playful smile at the sight of his blush. She leans in again as if she might kiss the pink from his cheeks, thoroughly content to lay beneath him all night, the same as he is to hold himself over her. Indeed, her touch wanders now across his chest and down his abdomen; Remi's body is something both incredibly familiar and perfectly, brand new to Isla, and she takes her time exploring it again.
"Mm...? And now you have as well," she points out, leaning in again to press her lips against the alchemist's, like she can chase away the darkness in his expression by simple touch and warmth. "You can lay down properly any time you like, you know. It's been a very long time since I was able to properly feel a hug."
As for his confusion over the effect he might have on men and women alike, Isla snorts. "Put it this way - Ronin is a very, very lucky man," she purrs, of course knowing nothing of the mire she's just swamped into.
"Mm...? And now you have as well," she points out, leaning in again to press her lips against the alchemist's, like she can chase away the darkness in his expression by simple touch and warmth. "You can lay down properly any time you like, you know. It's been a very long time since I was able to properly feel a hug."
As for his confusion over the effect he might have on men and women alike, Isla snorts. "Put it this way - Ronin is a very, very lucky man," she purrs, of course knowing nothing of the mire she's just swamped into.
i could die
Isla
