Call it what you want

Kissing Sam was unlike anyone else Remi had ever kissed. Not that such a list would have been terribly long, but it was long enough for the alchemist's scientific mind to have made a few conclusions. One of which were that lips and the air that normally came out of them were warm. Hot even in cases such as this, despite the cold air around them. But Sam's hovered precisely around room temperature as did his body. And not that Remi expected Sam to necessarily feel the same, but there was a decided lack of him against the alchemist that could not be said of Remi. In that, Remi found himself tangled between wanting to let the man step away, and wanting to somehow force life and heat into him. As Sam's hand found his cheek Remi's eyelashes fluttered, his eyes straining to see in the dark. "...What...are we doing?" What indeed. The alchemist crumpled slightly against the wall, resisting the urge to shiver as his shoulders sagged slightly. "When you...drank, it felt..." Remi swallowed almost nervously, running a hand distractedly through his curls. "...indescribable. I thought it would hurt but instead—" The alchemist's eyes closed as his mind chased the memory, a flickering smile playing on his lips as his brows furrowed together slightly. Opening his eyes he gazed into the inky blues of Sam's gaze made so much darker by the lack of lighting in the cave. "—it felt better than I can describe." He admitted softly, confusion and unease darkening his pale eyes. REMI Traded my soul to free my mind, "can I go back to being blind?" I ask myself one too many times