Isla
The itch of frustration starts out as a slow, faint hum behind her teeth and in her fingertips, Isla drawing in a long breath and tilting her head to bare more of her throat to Sunjata, as if that might make up for the fact that she can't let her greedy hands get her fill of him. It absolutely doesn't, something made abundantly clear as he draws her dress up further and rocks his hips against her, and the breath she hasn't realised she's been holding tumbles out in a soft moan.
"I'm not," she agrees, peering up at him through hooded blue eyes, a matching smile curling at her lips. "Not yet, anyway." Maybe he can change that, or maybe he'll tie her up here for real and saunter downstairs to the bar. (She doubts it, but if it did happen, gods help Sunjata the next time he came back up to the loft). Squeezing her legs around his waist, Isla does her best to grind against him, intent on making a menace of herself even with her hands pinned.
"I'm not," she agrees, peering up at him through hooded blue eyes, a matching smile curling at her lips. "Not yet, anyway." Maybe he can change that, or maybe he'll tie her up here for real and saunter downstairs to the bar. (She doubts it, but if it did happen, gods help Sunjata the next time he came back up to the loft). Squeezing her legs around his waist, Isla does her best to grind against him, intent on making a menace of herself even with her hands pinned.
passing by, you light up my darkest skies
you take only seconds to draw me in
you take only seconds to draw me in
