[SE] a matter of strategy

the lullaby

Love isn't all that it seems
I did you wrong

It's the sort of kiss that has Remi's knees growing weak. The sort that is slow and sweet, and though no part of him wants to rush it, gods but he wants more. It's nothing new of course, Remi always wants more of Ronin, but in moments like this, it's a near-tangible thing that no amount of razor-sharp teeth or serrated claws can bring closer. All Remi can do is sip in a shivery breath as his palm rises up Ronin's back that he might draw the Huntsman even nearer. Feathers ruffle up the base of his neck and into his curls as his tongue pleads in articulate patterns for more.

From outside of Ronin's door comes the sharp rap rap! of knuckles and the shuffle of a few pairs of boots. "Commander?" Inquires a voice as the doorknob is given an experimental turn.

I'll stay here with you
Until this dream is gone

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!