Isla
It won't do, and Isla wishes she could just agree with him, but the truth is that she really, really doesn't want to. Trying (and failing) to keep the smile from her lips, she puts up a cursory fight as he tries to pin her arms over her head, but really, it's just for show. They both know she's exactly where she wants to be, and if there's any doubt, the way her legs tighten around his waist ought to erase it.
Hissing in a breath to feel his lips and teeth graze along her throat, Sunjata will find himself painting new marks over old, the necklace of bruises still vivid without a cascade of fair hair to cover them up. "Sorry for making this so hard," she says, and while it would be great to be able to play along, all sultry and teasing, Isla knows exactly what she's just said, and the smile in her voice is all too audible.
Hissing in a breath to feel his lips and teeth graze along her throat, Sunjata will find himself painting new marks over old, the necklace of bruises still vivid without a cascade of fair hair to cover them up. "Sorry for making this so hard," she says, and while it would be great to be able to play along, all sultry and teasing, Isla knows exactly what she's just said, and the smile in her voice is all too audible.
passing by, you light up my darkest skies
you take only seconds to draw me in
you take only seconds to draw me in
