[She isn't going to think much of his breathing or his temperature yet, mostly because Ilsa's own is heightened—her heart is still racing, her breathing uncontrolled, and her temperature spiked from the heat of the moment they found themselves in... and now all of that increased tenfold when his weight continues to fall over her.
Only then does she realize...
Did he fucking pass out on her!? In the middle of all of that!?!? Just when things were getting good, again, something stops them. It's one thing for the fae to barge in and interrupt them, but it's another for the man you are kissing to fall asleep while you're kissing him.]
I'm sorry, did I bore you?
[It's said with no shortage of frustration as she tries to shove him off of her, her face turning red when she feels his hot skin slipping over hers... but she'll push and push until she's able to SHOVE him onto the floor where he lands with an unceremonious THUMP that has Valo peeking out from the bedroom.]
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Only then does she realize...
Did he fucking pass out on her!? In the middle of all of that!?!? Just when things were getting good, again, something stops them. It's one thing for the fae to barge in and interrupt them, but it's another for the man you are kissing to fall asleep while you're kissing him.]
I'm sorry, did I bore you?
[It's said with no shortage of frustration as she tries to shove him off of her, her face turning red when she feels his hot skin slipping over hers... but she'll push and push until she's able to SHOVE him onto the floor where he lands with an unceremonious THUMP that has Valo peeking out from the bedroom.]