what have I done

As she shifted in his lap the alchemist had to stifle a groan, one of his hands curling distractedly into a fist as his nails dug into his palm. Never before had been so bound to the physical whims of his body as he was now. All his life he'd simply resisted placing himself in situations where his needs could get the better of him. Recently with Loren and Ianto once he'd decided to take the plunge, there'd been no need to hold back. Though his better nature would surely win out over the petulant screams of his body (it would, wouldn't it?) Remi was finding the war terribly hard. Among other things. As the medic placed pressure against his neck with the handkerchief, he stared into her pebble-blue eyes. Tasting the metallic pang of blood on his lip from where he'd bit it moments ago, the alchemist's nostrils flared ever so slightly as a wave of need and desire crested. A hand still in her hair, Remi would try to bring Isla to him if he could, pressing his lips against hers. It wasn't the awkward almost familial kiss one might expect from two friends who had never considered each other sexual partners before this moment, nor was it tentative and hesitant. Instead it was searching and needing, as if in the blood still staining her lips and tongue he might somehow find the answer to what exactly (he was letting) happen. Releasing her, Remi gave her a sly smile knowing exactly to what her lowering gaze had been referring to. Running a hand across his forehead, he chuckled airily. "Yes and no." He admitted with a shrug. REMI What have I become? My sweetest friend—Everyone I know goes away in the end If I could start again, a million miles away, I would keep myself. I would find a way