[SE] what else can we do

It's the type of crescendo that leads people to cry after sex (were Isla the type to do so); overwhelming and shattering and uplifting all at the same time, she belatedly thinks she understands the poets when they say the earth moved. Still arched against Varus as his fangs finally slip out of her veins, she's ready and waiting for his kiss. Sinking into and against him, her hands press against his chest, and she gently pushes him down into the blankets. "I love you too," she whispers, turning her head to nibble at the inside of his wrist, to kiss the palm of his hand, to melt over him as the hazy afterglow drags at her mind. "Do you think anyone will mind if we just... stay here for a while? The door is open, so they can figure out we're in here pretty much right away." ISLA when it's just the two of us, only the two of us, I could die