and my heart ran away with me
Remi lifts his brows in open, playful disbelief, a low chuckle slipping out as his gaze lingers on Ronin in the shallows. "I’m not so sure that’s true," he counters lightly, the implication warm and unmistakable, mischief flashing through his eyes before he finally tears them away to take in the island instead. The fires have been largely beaten back now, smoke hanging heavy but harmless, and he puckers his lips into an approving little frown, nodding once to himself at the drenched sands and wilting red growth. All things considered, it could have been much worse.
His attention drifts back just in time to catch Ronin dragging his shirt over his head, and Remi’s grin turns openly boyish at the sight, fondness and desire braided together immediately. He moves toward shore then, tentacles receding smoothly as he gets close enough for his feet to find purchase on the sand, the last of the kraken slipping away. He peels his own shirt off, swishing the fabric through the water to rinse it before closing the remaining distance between them.
An arm loops around Ronin’s waist, drawing him in until there’s no space left to speak of, Remi fitting against him as naturally as breath. LongHeat leaves both air and water warm, but it’s nothing compared to the heat that blooms where their skin meets, salt and smoke and sweat clinging as Remi leans in to capture his husband's lips in a kiss.
His attention drifts back just in time to catch Ronin dragging his shirt over his head, and Remi’s grin turns openly boyish at the sight, fondness and desire braided together immediately. He moves toward shore then, tentacles receding smoothly as he gets close enough for his feet to find purchase on the sand, the last of the kraken slipping away. He peels his own shirt off, swishing the fabric through the water to rinse it before closing the remaining distance between them.
An arm loops around Ronin’s waist, drawing him in until there’s no space left to speak of, Remi fitting against him as naturally as breath. LongHeat leaves both air and water warm, but it’s nothing compared to the heat that blooms where their skin meets, salt and smoke and sweat clinging as Remi leans in to capture his husband's lips in a kiss.
remi
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
