Isla
"This view isn't so bad to look at either," Isla shoots back, though she's cut off by the press of his lips again, the medic smiling as she feels his kisses drift onto her neck, however muted the touches may be. Her fingers slip into the back of his short crop of hair, her eyes slipping shut to simply enjoy the closeness of the moment for however long it lasts. Eventually, of course, she has to move a bit, for no other reason than because he's still very naked and even his smiles can make her stomach flutter, so this is just unfair.
"Are you feeling a little better?" she asks as she draws back enough to sit up, reaching over to snag a red sweater and a pair of sweats from the growing pile of clothes that they're slowly cobbling together for him. "And I suppose I can ask now - that mask... is that how you spoke into my mind, earlier?"
"Are you feeling a little better?" she asks as she draws back enough to sit up, reaching over to snag a red sweater and a pair of sweats from the growing pile of clothes that they're slowly cobbling together for him. "And I suppose I can ask now - that mask... is that how you spoke into my mind, earlier?"
sooner or later, we all have to wake
and try forgetting everything
and try forgetting everything
