Isla
"Safety issues," Isla repeats with a shit-eating grin, letting the peach slip carelessly from her fingers now to thump and roll off the edge of the bed. "I can't think of many right here, granted. I suppose you'll just have to take my first answer and visit Torchline. There's the sand, the risk of the tide coming in, sunstroke..." She sighs a touch dramatically, as if there's no place more dangerous to get up to some horizontal antics.
Granted, one might say that the two of them are a safety issue all on their own right now, given the trajectory of their current position. "Ursur fur," she purrs, her hips tilting a fraction to feel the warm sweep of Sunjata's fingers along her upper thigh, even as she traces silver teeth marks and black strikes of ink over his throat. "With pillows stuffed with ningo feathers." All the better to make a mess when they're torn.
Granted, one might say that the two of them are a safety issue all on their own right now, given the trajectory of their current position. "Ursur fur," she purrs, her hips tilting a fraction to feel the warm sweep of Sunjata's fingers along her upper thigh, even as she traces silver teeth marks and black strikes of ink over his throat. "With pillows stuffed with ningo feathers." All the better to make a mess when they're torn.
passing by, you light up my darkest skies
you take only seconds to draw me in
you take only seconds to draw me in
