[SE] what else can we do

They are alone, not that it matters at all, not that Isla is checking. She's fighting her way out of her shirt as well, giving not one solitary fuck that they've left the door open in their haste. Her hands roam across his chest and shoulders, even as her back arches against the wall he presses her against. Moaning into the kiss at the hands that cup her breasts and tease her nipples, Isla can absolutely feel the effect the room is having on Varus, and she fully plans to take advantage of it too. He draws back and holds her at bay, and Isla can't help but playfully bare her teeth at him in return. Anything she wants to say at first dissolves into a gasp of pleasure as his hips grind forward, her legs tightening around his waist as if to pin their bodies together. "I want you," she all but purrs, and though she doesn't exactly shock him with the upgrade she possesses, there are a few telltale sparks on her fingertips that suggest she's tempted. "Gods, I want you so much." Rolling her hips against him again, her fingertips ghost across his neck and down to the mottled scar tissue where his shoulder meets his upgraded arm. "You're perfect." ISLA when it's just the two of us, only the two of us, I could die