Isla
"Ever. Everest," Isla murmurs, her insistent tone ruined by the smile in her voice, and she reaches out to tilt his head up and guide him into a gentle kiss, as if to silence any clumsy explanations and attempts to extract himself that might follow. Only once she's satisfied that her kisses have made a successful distraction does she shift to guide him back from her, settling them both on her bed against sheets that, for however Ever feels his performance went, definitely look as though they've been fucked in.
"I would very much like to do that again with you," Isla tells him, already grabbing a hand towel from a bedside drawer so he might clean himself up if he feels the need to. For the Remedy's part, she's already rolling to settle with her head against his chest, still craving the warmth of his skin and any touches that might follow. "I have a feeling you'll be a quick learner."
"I would very much like to do that again with you," Isla tells him, already grabbing a hand towel from a bedside drawer so he might clean himself up if he feels the need to. For the Remedy's part, she's already rolling to settle with her head against his chest, still craving the warmth of his skin and any touches that might follow. "I have a feeling you'll be a quick learner."
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
