Isla
"Sometimes pleasant is better than a lot of other things," Isla points out with a wry smirk. "Besides, I don't want to ruin all the other adjectives for you." For future kisses that break through the barrier of pleasant and drive straight into passionate or reckless or needy. Why spoil that surprise?
Startled, not at his reaction but at the sudden slam of his hand against her desk, the Remedy's question (are you okay?) is already on her lips when Ever's apology spills out, and she sighs out a quiet laugh against the shell of his ear before he straightens up. "You've got a lot of new touches to look forward to, if that's the case," she assures him, the offending hand returning to the safety of his shoulder where it can't cause further mischief.
"And if it's greedy, then I'm greedy too. Yes," she agrees readily, already leaning up to catch his lips again as if worried he might turn away and leave before she gets a chance. And this time it might be considered a touch more heated than pleasant, the Remedy more comfortable draped up and against the aviator now that they've navigated this dance once.
"You could always stay," she suggests suddenly, parting just enough to get the words out. "I'd be happy to teach you what you want to know." It's pure selfishness on Isla's part, of course - she might not have a dick, but she can think with it well enough, clearly.
Startled, not at his reaction but at the sudden slam of his hand against her desk, the Remedy's question (are you okay?) is already on her lips when Ever's apology spills out, and she sighs out a quiet laugh against the shell of his ear before he straightens up. "You've got a lot of new touches to look forward to, if that's the case," she assures him, the offending hand returning to the safety of his shoulder where it can't cause further mischief.
"And if it's greedy, then I'm greedy too. Yes," she agrees readily, already leaning up to catch his lips again as if worried he might turn away and leave before she gets a chance. And this time it might be considered a touch more heated than pleasant, the Remedy more comfortable draped up and against the aviator now that they've navigated this dance once.
"You could always stay," she suggests suddenly, parting just enough to get the words out. "I'd be happy to teach you what you want to know." It's pure selfishness on Isla's part, of course - she might not have a dick, but she can think with it well enough, clearly.
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
