Isla
Sunjata's laughter is surprising in its sweetness, and Isla finds herself smiling into his hair even as they run the risk of winding each other up all over again. "With you? Always," she whispers of being careful, grazing her thumb across the scar on his cheek and tilting her head to expose more of her neck to his affections; and if she wakes with a necklace of bruises tomorrow, so be it. "Unless you tell me not to," she adds, her tone soft but her smile mischievous.
"Here." Fingers flinching a touch against his wings and the curve of his jaw, Isla shifts so they aren't quite so dangerously entangled, before rolling to sink down into the bed - and given that Sunjata's arms are still locked around her, drawing him over her body as well. "So you can stretch your wings," she mumbles into his hair, her lips finding his forehead and her hands stroking down the length of his torso, clearly not minding the idea of using him as a blanket.
"Here." Fingers flinching a touch against his wings and the curve of his jaw, Isla shifts so they aren't quite so dangerously entangled, before rolling to sink down into the bed - and given that Sunjata's arms are still locked around her, drawing him over her body as well. "So you can stretch your wings," she mumbles into his hair, her lips finding his forehead and her hands stroking down the length of his torso, clearly not minding the idea of using him as a blanket.
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
