EVEREST
"I suppose so. You could have told me that I slobbered on you. You wouldn't be the first." Some things couldn't be helped, especially not with the sorts of jowls he possessed when shifted.
"Gods, they really are going to have to go slow with me." He chuckles as he closes his eyes and gives his head a little shake. Already it feels so easy to be so close to Isla. Or, rather, it's not easyit's hard so much as he's completely forgotten to be awkward about it.
Sighing against her lips, the flow of air turns into a soft moan as his fingers clasp softly at her hip as if he meant to gently squeeze more of her into the embrace. Only when his palm leaves the desk and wraps around her does he feel the proper press of her against him, the sensation of which he'll go to his grave saying felt just like being struck by lightning. (Unless one day he's actually struck by lightning, in which case he might reconsider). Gasping, the poignant flush of his arousal a sensation far too strong to ignore given his inexperience, he tries to hold in the rest of the air in his lungs as Isla's lips part just so from his.
Bowing his head if only to take a deep enough breath without gasping directly into Isla's face, Ever's eyelashes flutter as he tries to think. Despite his inexperience, his body is inclined to cage Isla against the desk and to let his hands pillage everything within reach, but that, he knows, is wrong. Or at least, it is right now, not that the knowledge helps with his tunnel vision. "I wouldn't be good." He whispers. Lifting his head slightly, the blue of his eyes dark with arousal as much as the contrasting red of his cheeks. "And you...you deserve better than just pleasant."
Gods, she deserved everything, surely.
"Gods, they really are going to have to go slow with me." He chuckles as he closes his eyes and gives his head a little shake. Already it feels so easy to be so close to Isla. Or, rather, it's not easy
Sighing against her lips, the flow of air turns into a soft moan as his fingers clasp softly at her hip as if he meant to gently squeeze more of her into the embrace. Only when his palm leaves the desk and wraps around her does he feel the proper press of her against him, the sensation of which he'll go to his grave saying felt just like being struck by lightning. (Unless one day he's actually struck by lightning, in which case he might reconsider). Gasping, the poignant flush of his arousal a sensation far too strong to ignore given his inexperience, he tries to hold in the rest of the air in his lungs as Isla's lips part just so from his.
Bowing his head if only to take a deep enough breath without gasping directly into Isla's face, Ever's eyelashes flutter as he tries to think. Despite his inexperience, his body is inclined to cage Isla against the desk and to let his hands pillage everything within reach, but that, he knows, is wrong. Or at least, it is right now, not that the knowledge helps with his tunnel vision. "I wouldn't be good." He whispers. Lifting his head slightly, the blue of his eyes dark with arousal as much as the contrasting red of his cheeks. "And you...you deserve better than just pleasant."
Gods, she deserved everything, surely.
the boards will still creak
the leaves will still die
the leaves will still die
