Isla
Not overthinking is the flavour of Isla's day from here, and as the aviator's arms curl around her she settles immediately into it, into what feels good and right and easy. For the Remedy, that's being able to almost feel Ever's pulse against his neck beneath her lips, to hook her leg across his waist and fit her curves against every part of him to share his heat. "You are already a better lover than most, if those are your motivations," she tells him truthfully, the words murmured sweetly into the crook of his neck.
Drawing back to talk properly, though, she hears him out and nods her gentle understanding, feeling a shiver chase across her skin in the wake of his touch. "I will let you try as often as you like, for as long as you like," she assures him with an equally as crooked smile. "Though does this still mean you'll be heading to the House of Midnight?" It's an honestly spoken question, and not because Isla particularly minds if he goes.
He's just this second started to understand what sex can be; far be it for her to stop the aviator from figuring himself out. But gods if she isn't also greedy for what else might lie in store for them.
Drawing back to talk properly, though, she hears him out and nods her gentle understanding, feeling a shiver chase across her skin in the wake of his touch. "I will let you try as often as you like, for as long as you like," she assures him with an equally as crooked smile. "Though does this still mean you'll be heading to the House of Midnight?" It's an honestly spoken question, and not because Isla particularly minds if he goes.
He's just this second started to understand what sex can be; far be it for her to stop the aviator from figuring himself out. But gods if she isn't also greedy for what else might lie in store for them.
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
