Isla
It both is and isn't everything Isla has come to expect; her lips curl up in a smile at his warm hand against her cheek and his fingers in her hair, and she can practically feel it when Ever relaxes into the gesture, allowing her to step a little closer. Taking his lead, she tilts her chin up and meets his kiss with gentle, waiting lips - only for him to draw back what feels like only a microsecond later. "Mm?" She tilts her head into his hand. "In what way? It seemed fine to me."
Almost worried that this whole thing will frighten the aviator away from any further attempts, Isla moves closer still. "You can hold me, if you like," she murmurs. "Like this." If he allows, she'll guide his free hand around her waist, allowing her to lean in and against his chest a fraction. "Do you want me to show you how I like to kiss, and to be kissed?"
Almost worried that this whole thing will frighten the aviator away from any further attempts, Isla moves closer still. "You can hold me, if you like," she murmurs. "Like this." If he allows, she'll guide his free hand around her waist, allowing her to lean in and against his chest a fraction. "Do you want me to show you how I like to kiss, and to be kissed?"
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
