// not yet corpses, still we rot //
He can’t help the chuckle that leaves him too as she agrees, and while he fiddles to try and get her shirt off he’s successful given the huff of victory from Isla. It quirks his lips as he withdraws, hearing her balled up shirt hit the floor right precisely as she captures all of his attention – hungry oceanic eyes locked on her face as she pushes his shirt down around his shoulders, trapping some of the movement from his upper arm but revealing the bright glint of metal and slight scar tissue where it connects to his skin.
“Is that so bad?” He teases her, a deep rumble, a smirk and a wink. “I mean, s’not like we can’t have a round two.” He mumbles against her skin, huffing another laugh alongside it as the conversation is paused while their tongues tangle and Varus shivers, his metal hand raking through her blonde halo of hair while his other hand works at the button of her pants. He withdraws from her lips to press a kiss to the hollow of her throat, slipping down her chest, hopefully tugging her pants off as he goes. “You’re beautiful, you know that right?” He asks, peering up at her from where his head hovers over one of her breasts.
“Is that so bad?” He teases her, a deep rumble, a smirk and a wink. “I mean, s’not like we can’t have a round two.” He mumbles against her skin, huffing another laugh alongside it as the conversation is paused while their tongues tangle and Varus shivers, his metal hand raking through her blonde halo of hair while his other hand works at the button of her pants. He withdraws from her lips to press a kiss to the hollow of her throat, slipping down her chest, hopefully tugging her pants off as he goes. “You’re beautiful, you know that right?” He asks, peering up at her from where his head hovers over one of her breasts.
VARUS
