[ There had been an odd kind of innocence about the way everything had started - enough so that despite Allison's initial surprise she hadn't really protested that much to his presence in the bathroom. Kept the shower curtain tugged up around her neck, sure, but she doesn't argue when his hand reaches out and comes into contact with her skin. She's not expecting there to be quite such a rush though. She can literally see the pain leaving her body, and there's something strange and fascinating about that. And then he has another hand on her, and somewhere down the line she let go of the shower curtain and she doesn't really know why.
Nothing destroys the innocence of a moment quite like leaning in to press your lips against one of your ex's best friend - in the shower of the home of said ex no less - but she isn't thinking about that so much right now. She's more focused on bringing her arms around Isaac's neck, threading her fingers through his hair and arching up to meet the touch of his hand. She feels the ache of still healing wounds as she moves, winces slightly at the pull of cuts as she drags him closer but it doesn't seem to matter so much. That's not really her first priority either.
When she breaks away she initially wants to say something. 'What are we doing' maybe, or 'this is a bad idea', but she never actually gets that far. Instead she just bites her lower lip slightly, watches him for half a second while her mind whirs over just how many bad decisions she wants to make today. The half a second pass, and Allison's grip tightens just a fraction in his hair, she pushes up forward against him with more urgency and she brings their lips back together again. She's already at five bad decisions for the day, why not make it six.]
oh i do
Nothing destroys the innocence of a moment quite like leaning in to press your lips against one of your ex's best friend - in the shower of the home of said ex no less - but she isn't thinking about that so much right now. She's more focused on bringing her arms around Isaac's neck, threading her fingers through his hair and arching up to meet the touch of his hand. She feels the ache of still healing wounds as she moves, winces slightly at the pull of cuts as she drags him closer but it doesn't seem to matter so much. That's not really her first priority either.
When she breaks away she initially wants to say something. 'What are we doing' maybe, or 'this is a bad idea', but she never actually gets that far. Instead she just bites her lower lip slightly, watches him for half a second while her mind whirs over just how many bad decisions she wants to make today. The half a second pass, and Allison's grip tightens just a fraction in his hair, she pushes up forward against him with more urgency and she brings their lips back together again. She's already at five bad decisions for the day, why not make it six.]