Isla
"Can't have that at all," Isla murmurs, her fingers already partially unbuttoning his coat so she can slip her hands inside it, pressing against his chest and ribs enough that his sensors will actually register the pressure of her touch. "Oh, that's a very good point. You might need a full check up. Who knows what might have happened out here in the snow? Maybe you have a fever. Or frostbite on your toes."
All of these very implausible things are accompanied by a fanged smirk, Isla leaning up to steal another kiss from his lips, even as she begins to walk them backwards to the direction o the portal back to the Grounds. "Quick, before it starts snowing again. You're probably so sick, I might have to keep you on bedrest."
All of these very implausible things are accompanied by a fanged smirk, Isla leaning up to steal another kiss from his lips, even as she begins to walk them backwards to the direction o the portal back to the Grounds. "Quick, before it starts snowing again. You're probably so sick, I might have to keep you on bedrest."
I'll take a bruise, I know you're worth it
When you hit me, hit me hard
When you hit me, hit me hard
