cut our teeth and make our bones right here

Remi

Welcome to the wild, no heroes and villains
Welcome to the war, we've only begun

Pressing his forehead against hers, wholly undone by a simple kiss in ways he'll never be able to articulate, Remi breathes raggedly against Isla's lips. Caught between the sensation of wanting to have her as he'd had Ronin given the bright and tangible realness of her beneath his fingers, and wanting to bathe in the sweetness of genuine affection, Remi is nevertheless reminded of who and what he'd always strained to be in moments like these, even if he was years out of practice.

Helpless against the plume of heat that the nearness of her had instigated in his belly, Remi's fingers spread against Isla's lower back; despite how attractive her choice of sweater dress was, gods but it meant there was no easy way to feel her skin beneath the fabric. Kissing her again, slowly at first that he might memorize every sensation that accompanied the parting of their lips and the press of their tongues, the wendigo shivered slightly with restraint as much as sensory bliss.

Now it was Remi's turn to part from Isla, his eyes mostly closed even as his eyelashes fluttered. Swallowing hard, his expression bled from smile to wince and back again as he fought inwardly with the urge to give into the demands of his body. "This is almost more difficult than it was yesterday." He admits, voice dry and rough.

Higher and higher you chase it
It's deep in your blood, go and take it

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!