I may have tricked myself

Isla

It's an unexpected show, and one that Isla finds herself savouring despite herself; the way the light falls across Sunjata's body, muscled and scarred and struck through with ink; the way it bathes half of his expression in shadow, somehow making it feel more than when he finally releases himself from the confines of his clothes. He shifts to lean over her, close enough to hear the shivery outrage in her inhale of breath when the expected satisfaction from it isn't there, though as she realises what he's up to, perhaps there's a hint of reluctant acceptance in her eyes.

With her fingertips plunged into as much of the feathery down that's available to her, she does manage a lopsided smirk at his remark. "You should see yourself," she purrs, her head tilting ever so slightly towards the underwear he's considering ruining. "Only if you do." She grins.

passing by, you light up my darkest skies
you take only seconds to draw me in