how could I freeze when you're hotter than hell?

i've hidden all my fears in a book for only my eyes to see

Remi lifts his brows with a knowing look that needs no words at all, his smirk all teeth and mischief. "Ideas about what," he parrots under his breath with fond exasperation, like he doesn’t know exactly what Ronin’s hands are capable of inspiring.

Still, the conversation shifts just enough to draw a chuckle from him, the sound wry but warm. "Mm. I wonder how many of our scales or feathers she still keeps tucked away for leverage when our names aren’t quite enough." He flashes a grin sideways before his expression softens for a moment, edges rounding with quiet pride. "I’d give her more if she asked." He pauses. "Mateo too, though I doubt he uses us quite the same way. He seems more likely to want to forge his own name than borrow ours."

But any sentiment that might’ve followed gets chased off by the glint in Ronin’s eye and the predatory way he moves. Remi tries to back away with a laugh, but there’s nowhere to go—the forest has ideas after all, and soon enough he finds himself caught between bark and mischief, Ronin all heat and sunlight before him.

Pinned with nowhere to run, Remi exhales a dramatically helpless sigh, the kind that belies the grin twitching at the corners of his mouth. "Oh no," he whispers, pressing one hand to Ronin’s chest like he might hold him off. "Whatever will I do." His voice dips low and teasing, eyes gleaming as he shoots his husband a playfully imploring look that he absolutely does not intend to do anything other than draw him further in.

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